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

"Mrs. Wang."

Master Mulong cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, speaking with exceptional politeness: "This place is stained with blood, and I fear it will soon attract countless demonic beasts. Mid- to high-level demonic beasts are most sensitive to bloodshed, and if we attract level six or even level seven demonic beasts, it will be too late to leave."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the distant, faintly surging waves.

"Why don't we leave now?"

Now that he was here, he naturally wanted to bring Zhou Yuan back safely.

Otherwise, how could I ask Wang Heng for that song, "The Rising Tide of the Blue Sea," which could cleanse the soul?

Moreover, rumors say that Wang Heng and Zhou Yuan are a harmonious couple, and their combined performances are far superior to solo ones. If he could persuade the two of them to join forces, his chances of breaking through to the late stage of Core Formation would increase by three points.

"Madam, let's go!"

Fan Jingmei emerged from behind Master Mulong, her eyes red-rimmed, and pleaded desperately.

Regardless of what Master Mulong was planning, she only wished for her wife to be safe and sound.

Zhou Yuan's lips moved slightly. She looked at the reddened sea, at the white-faced shark carcasses, and then at the hazy horizon in the distance.

Ning'er's whereabouts remain unknown.

"Leave? Hehehe—"

A sinister laugh came from mid-air, like a dull knife scraping bone, sending chills down one's spine.

"Now that you're here, none of you are leaving today!"

Wu Chou stepped out of the void, his black brocade robe fluttering in the sea breeze.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen black streaks of light shot out from different directions, surrounding the three of them.

"Ugly!"

Master Mulong's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively took a half-step back: "What do you want to do? First you attacked Kui Xing Island and released Lei Peng, and now you're preparing to attack me and Madam Wang. Do you even care about the Star Palace and the Twin Saints?!"

"The two saints are naturally great."

Wu Chou sneered, his gaze darting like a venomous snake over Mu Long Zhenren: "As for you? A mere clown, you dare to use the Two Saints to intimidate me?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying undisguised murderous intent:

"They're really asking for it!"

"you……"

Master Mulong was so angry that his face turned red.

But Wu Chou barely glanced at him, turning his head to instruct the middle-aged cultivator behind him: "Go, capture that Madam Wang, but remember, don't kill her!"

He then turned to look at Master Mulong, a grin spreading across his face: "As for you, you old geezer, I'll personally play with you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the bone-spiked anchor in Wu Chou's hand had already flown out.

As soon as it left his hand, the bone spike anchor instantly transformed into countless afterimages, rushing straight towards Master Mulong's face with a piercing shriek.

"Ugly crow! Do you really intend to fight me to the death?!"

Master Mulong roared, and a wooden staff suddenly appeared in his hand. He then slammed it into the void.

The staff trembled, and three azure wooden dragons shot out from its tip, baring their fangs and claws as they charged toward the bone spike anchor. At the same time, two other wooden dragons coiled around him, forming a azure defensive barrier.

boom--

The anchor collided with the wooden dragon, creating a shockwave that carved a crater several meters deep into the sea.

Master Mulong took several steps back, his hands went numb, and his face turned pale.

Wu Chou remained motionless, his cold smile growing even stronger.

With a single hand raised, countless silver-white chains suddenly appeared in the void, wrapped with eerie purple light, surging towards Master Mulong from all directions like a swarm of snakes.

"A fight to the death! You think you're worthy?"

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the other side.

The middle-aged cultivator glanced at the fat cultivator beside him who was shrinking his neck, and said coldly, "I'll take care of Zhou Yuan. You go and capture Fan Jingmei."

The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

But the thought of how many "heavenly thunderbolts" Fan Jingmei possessed made him gasp, a lump forming in his throat.

He turned to look at the disciples of the Extreme Yin Island behind him, gritted his teeth, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "What are you all standing there for?! When have we demonic cultivators ever cared about the hypocrisy of the righteous path? Attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took half a step back.

The dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

Nobody wanted to be the first to rush in.

That woman's Heavenly Thunderbolt was no joke; the captain was a prime example.

But the young master has already made his move, and the steward has also restrained Zhou Yuan. If they were to let Fan Jingmei go, causing the plan to be exposed...

Even if they survive, they will still have to face the young master's raging fury.

"Brothers, charge!"

Someone shouted, but no one moved.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Jingmei unleashed her flying handkerchief, and with a flash of inspiration, it swept outwards.

"Chase!" The fat monk panicked and was the first to give chase.

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the group finally rushed forward.

Everyone was extremely cautious, holding back some of their strength when they made their move, and keeping their eyes fixed on Fan Jingmei's hand, fearing that she might pull out a thunderbolt and strike them at any moment.

For a time, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators surrounded and attacked a female cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but they were all tied up and none of them could do anything to the other.

Fan Jingmei fought and retreated, her handkerchief swirling around her to defend against the magical artifacts attacking from all directions.

Even if these dozen or so people didn't dare to go all out, it was still enough to keep her busy and flustered.

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As Zhou Yuan watched Fan Jingmei being surrounded and intercepted, a hint of guilt flashed in her eyes.

I wouldn't care if I died, but if I implicated this trusted confidant who has followed me for so many years...

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the middle-aged cultivator in front of her.

Like the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, that person did not rush to kill her, but instead, like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly and steadily used spells to deplete her already limited mana.

Zhou Yuan gritted her teeth; she knew she couldn't hold on much longer.

The spiritual energy in his dantian was almost depleted, and each time he activated the magic weapon, it felt like scraping flesh from his bones.

Meanwhile, Master Mulong was also being overwhelmed by Wu Chou's pressure, and one of the three wooden dragons had already been broken apart, while the remaining two were teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Am I really going to die here today?"

Zhou Yuan's vision blurred for a moment.

In the distance, where the sea meets the sky, everything is shrouded in a gray haze, offering no glimmer of hope.

Just then, whether it was her imagination or not, she saw a purple figure flash by beneath the sea. This person was none other than her daughter, Wang Ning!

Zhou Yuan blinked in disbelief, and then saw a red light rushing straight towards her.

Almost the instant she saw the red light, she summoned the amethyst shield without hesitation and turned the flying boat around to the side.

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seabed.

Zi Ling had just slipped out from the crevice of the reef when she was stunned by the commotion on the sea.

Explosions echoed one after another, and the magical light from the collisions illuminated half the sky, making it flicker between light and shadow.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh, and the salty sea breeze, carrying spray, lashed against my face, sticky and cold.

Her gaze swept across the battlefield, and suddenly she froze.

The figure swaying precariously at the bow of the flying boat.

"mother?!"

There was also the purple figure being chased by more than a dozen streaks of light.

"Senior Sister Fan?!"

Zi Ling's heart clenched suddenly.

My efforts were not in vain; my mother survived.

But at this moment, the other party is in danger.

The mother's magical power fluctuations were so weak that they were almost imperceptible; her face was as pale as paper, and she could barely stand.

The middle-aged cultivator opposite him was making his moves with ease, clearly toying with his mother.