Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

Fan Jingmei took a deep breath to suppress her anxiety.

"Lord of Wooden Dragon Island, don't forget who saved Kui Xing Island three days ago?"

She took a step forward and stared intently into Mu Long Zhenren's eyes.

"If it weren't for our two sect leaders, you probably wouldn't have escaped Lei Peng's clutches either."

Master Mulong remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

"I, Mu Long, will forever remember the kindness of the two sect leaders. But I can only save them for a time, not forever."

He was aware of the news that had been coming back from the patrolling monks these past few days.

Madam Zhou has become obsessed.

My daughter has been missing for three or four days. She either dies in the belly of a fish or at the hands of an evil cultivator. She just wanders around that sea area, refusing to leave or give up. No one can persuade her to stay.

"Lord of Wood Dragon Island".

Fan Jingmei gritted her teeth.

"As long as you are willing to help, even just this once—the debt of gratitude between Miaoyin Sect and the Island Lord will be wiped clean from now on."

Master Mulong's expression shifted slightly.

"Can you make that decision?"

"As the Left Envoy of the sect, I am naturally qualified to represent the Wonderful Sound Sect."

Fan Jingmei did not hesitate for a moment.

"I believe that if Sect Leader Wang, who is currently recovering from his injuries, were to learn of this, he would not only not mind, but would also be grateful to Island Master Mulong for his help."

Master Mulong paced back and forth in the hall for a few steps.

The Azure Sea Tide Song by Wang Heng, the leader of the Miaoyin Sect, is famous even in the Chaotic Star Sea.

If one encounters a bottleneck in cultivation, being able to obtain a piece of music to cleanse the soul saves more than just arduous practice.

Will I also have the chance to glimpse the Nascent Soul realm?

"it is good."

Master Mulong stopped and turned around to stare intently at Fan Jingmei.

"Madam Fan's loyalty is commendable, and Madam Zhou's love for her daughter is deep. Moreover, your Miaoyin Sect has indeed done a great favor for my Kuixing Island."

He raised his hand and took out a flying sword from his storage bag.

"Now that the lady is in trouble, I, Master Mulong, have no choice but to take responsibility."

-

at the same time.

seabed.

Zi Ling hid between two rocks, barely daring to breathe.

Above their heads, hundreds of level-one bloodthirsty shark demons were swimming.

They lined up in neat rows, like a well-trained army, gliding silently through the sea. Their black dorsal fins broke the surface, cutting through the waves and leaving streaks in their wake.

Occasionally, one or two level-two or level-three shark monsters would break away from the queue, circle around once, and then return to the queue.

At higher water levels, Zi Ling could sense several even stronger auras.

level four.

And there was more than one.

She dared not extend her spiritual sense too far, for fear of being discovered.

Judging from the location of those auras, these shark demons are surrounding something.

Zi Ling huddled in the crevice of the reef, not daring to move.

The seawater was icy cold, seeping through my clothes and into my skin, carrying a salty, fishy smell. The sounds of rushing water and the muffled thuds of shark tail fins slicing through the water filled my ears.

She bit her lip.

We have to find a way to get out of here.

But overhead were shark demons, a dark mass, making it almost impossible to avoid their gaze.

"Ugh—the smell of blood is so strong."

Zi Ling was taken aback.

The creature inside the broken bead has woken up!

-

"Young Master, something terrible has happened! Young Master, something has occurred!"

A streak of rainbow light rushed in from the direction of the sea, and before the newcomer could even stand still, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Snapped!"

A middle-aged cultivator standing behind Wu Chou stepped forward and slapped him across the face without any politeness, scolding, "You bastard, the young master is right here!"

Seeing Wu Chou's cold gaze fall upon him, the fat cultivator covered his face, looking aggrieved, but dared not speak out in anger.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator kicked him again, urging, "Speak clearly about what exactly happened. The young master has been suffering from headaches lately and hates noisy, vague explanations!"

The fat monk dared not delay any longer and recounted everything he had discovered in detail.

"Why is that old fellow, Master Mulong, not preparing properly for the island-seizing ceremony ten years from now? What's the meaning of his sudden meddling?"

Wu Chou clutched his hair, his brows furrowed in a frown.

To maintain stability in the Chaotic Star Sea and win over the hearts of the people, the Star Palace offered the twenty-four outer islands to various forces and independent cultivators for competition. The winner would not only receive a superior spiritual vein as a dwelling place, but also a share of the island's profits.

Even without management rights and with a low profit-sharing ratio, it's still a huge benefit for countless small and medium-sized forces and independent cultivators. Every year, countless cultivators fight tooth and nail to get into the island-conquering ceremony.

Master Mulong won last time because of three parts skill and seven parts luck. If he can't improve further, it will be incredibly difficult for him to retain his position this time.

"What else could it be?"

The middle-aged cultivator replied without hesitation, "That old bastard Wang Heng isn't dead. It's highly likely that the vile woman Fan Jingmei used him as a favor to persuade True Person Mulong."

After saying that, he turned to look at the fat cultivator, his tone becoming increasingly unfriendly: "It's all your fault, you bunch of good-for-nothings! You couldn't even stop a woman in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!"

The fat monk's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

They did try to stop them.

Instead, before he could even finish speaking, the captain was blasted to pieces by the madwoman's lightning bolt.

Seeing that the woman still had several coins in her hand, the remaining men ran faster than rabbits, and he alone dared not stop them.

Fortunately, the captain is dead. As for me, the vice-captain—

"Alright, enough of this nonsense."

Wu Chou waved his hand impatiently: "Although True Immortal Mu Long isn't very strong, he's still at the mid-stage of Core Formation. If he really comes to support us, won't my plan fail again?"

His head ached even more when he thought about what he had experienced in the past few days.

He thought capturing that kid who knew the Xuan Yin Scripture would be a piece of cake, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cunning. The other party used formations and talismans to block him time and time again, and finally led him directly into the lair of a level seven demon beast.

If it weren't for the token given to it by Feng hope, which made the demon beast hesitate for a moment, it probably would have had to ask the ancestor to possess it again.

The thought of the aftereffects of being possessed by the ancestor sent chills down Wu Chou's spine, and his whole body felt as if it had been gnawed by insects.

"Young Master, in my opinion, why don't you take action yourself and capture Zhou Yuan in one fell swoop? At that time, won't the entire Miaoyin Sect submit?"

"No!"

Ugly Head shook his head repeatedly: "Anyone can make a move, but I can't. Otherwise, Elder Xinggong would definitely not mind taking his anger out on our Extreme Yin Island!"

He knew very well that his ancestor had just promised the Sixth Elder a lot of resources and repeatedly assured him that Jiyin Island would not cause any more trouble.

Dealing with Zhou Yuan at this moment would undoubtedly be a slap in the face to the Sixth Elder of the Star Palace.

"But relying solely on this group of beasts, it seems unlikely they can take down the enemy in a short time—"

The middle-aged monk hesitated slightly.

"Ugh—this is so annoying!"

Suddenly, Wu Chou went berserk and began pounding his head violently, startling the middle-aged and fat cultivators who retreated in fear.

"Never mind all that!"

After a long pause, he stopped, his eyes suddenly turning sinister: "As long as we don't leave any trace, no one will know it was done by our Extreme Yin Island! Right?"

"But—" The middle-aged cultivator pursed his lips, as if he wanted to remind someone of something, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The fat monk remained silent, burying his head almost in his crotch, as if afraid of hearing something he shouldn't.

He regretted coming to deliver the message.