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Qingfeng put away his fishing rod and steered the wooden boat across.

Then he bent down and laboriously scooped the woman up.

"Girl, girl, are you alright?"

A gentle breeze patted her face, its touch as cold as ice.

The woman, her breath weak, slowly opened her eyes and sat up, saying in a delicate voice:

"Thank you so much for saving me, young master. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have..."

Towards the end, the woman started crying, seemingly terrified.

Qingfeng quickly comforted him:

"Don't worry, it's alright now..."

The woman shyly looked up at Qingfeng, then quickly lowered her head again.

"Young master... I'm soaked through. Would you mind if I took off my clothes to dry them?"

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Qingfeng's expression shifted slightly, and he pointed to the pavilion in the cabin, saying:

"Go change there..."

After saying that, Qingfeng turned around and faced away from the pavilion.

The woman bowed gracefully, then slowly walked into the pavilion and began to undress.

One piece, two pieces... until completely naked.

She glanced back at Qingfeng and discovered that he hadn't looked at her once from beginning to end.

A hint of shyness flashed in the woman's eyes. She glanced at the water stains on the ground, deliberately stepped on them, and immediately lost her balance, falling backward.

"ah..."

Hearing the exclamation, Qingfeng quickly turned around.

"What's wrong?"

A seductive body lay on its side on the ground, panting softly.

"Young master, I...I accidentally fell down..."

Qingfeng saw all of this, and his eyes were immediately glued to the screen, unable to look away.

A sly glint flashed in the woman's eyes, and she couldn't help but think to herself: "I thought he was such a respectable person, but it turns out he's just a lustful bastard with no guts..."

In an instant, the cunning in the woman's eyes turned into a watery look of grievance and shyness, and she covered her chest with her hand, half-concealing it.

"Young master, my... my foot hurts, could you... help me up..."

The woman didn't see the fleeting golden radiance in Qingfeng's eyes, nor his unwavering calm.

Hearing the woman's words, Qingfeng pretended to be embarrassed and said:

"Miss, this...this is improper..."

The woman was disdainful in her heart, but her face wore a shy and alluring expression.

"Young master saved my life, I... I belong to you now, please don't mind..."

A hint of struggle appeared on Qingfeng's face. After hesitating for a moment, he finally got up and walked over.

He reached out and helped the woman up.

As soon as she stood up, the woman stumbled and fell into Qingfeng's arms.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Qingfeng supported her and said anxiously:

"I have no medicine for sprains or bruises on this ship, what should I do?"

The woman wrapped her arms around Qingfeng's waist, pressing her entire body against him, and then pointed in a direction through the mist, saying:

"There's an island about twenty miles in this direction. My home is on that island. Could you please take me home, young master?"

Qingfeng nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay, I'll take you back right away..."

The woman was overjoyed and pressed herself even closer, resting her face against Qingfeng's chest, and said in a soft voice:

"Young master, you are so kind..."

The wooden boat sailed in the direction the woman pointed, neither fast nor slow.

A breeze from the river brushed past the gauze curtains on the boat, revealing a strange scene inside the pavilion.

Qingfeng remained seated cross-legged at the bow of the boat, without moving an inch from beginning to end.

The woman was slumped in the pavilion, clinging to a pillar.

When passion reached its peak, she let out continuous soft moans.

Sitting at the bow of the boat, Qingfeng's eyes were indifferent, and a glimmer of lightning appeared.

However, in the end, he concealed himself, controlling the wooden boat to break through the fog and sail towards the island the woman had mentioned.

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After walking for about another hour, they finally saw the faint outline of an island in the mist.

The woman in the pavilion was still immersed in the illusion created by the breeze, and even forgot to maintain her illusion, revealing her true appearance.

It turned out to be just a living, desiccated corpse.

A mummified corpse was clinging to a pillar, displaying various flirtatious movements and expressions; it was utterly disgusting.

So Qingfeng refused to look at her from beginning to end, afraid that he would lose control and strike her with a palm strike.

Finally, the wooden boat docked at the island, and as far as the eye could see, endless malevolent energy filled the air.

Qingfeng stood up, a golden light flashing in his eyes, and murmured:

"For a Taoist priest to enter a ghost cave, in my master's words, is a perfect fit for his profession..."

With a thought, the illusion vanished.

The "woman" in the pavilion came to her senses and was shocked to find herself hugging a pillar.

Turning to look at Qingfeng, before she could do anything, she turned into a handful of ashes and vanished into nothingness.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Qingfeng calmly stepped onto the eerie and terrifying island before him.

The moment his feet touched the island, the surrounding yin energy melted away at an extremely fast speed, like winter snow meeting summer.

Wherever the gentle breeze passes, all the malevolent energy retreats in fear, daring not to approach.

The breeze stopped, looked around at itself, and murmured to itself:

"That won't do. With such righteous indignation, how dare those brats approach us?"

After saying that, Qingfeng raised his hand and used his fingers as a brush to draw talismans in the air.

A concealment talisman landed on him.

In an instant, his vast righteous energy and magical power as a Taoist immortal vanished completely. Unless one's primordial spirit cultivation was a whole level higher than his, it was virtually impossible to see through his true nature.

Even to the martial arts immortals of this world, Qingfeng at this moment was nothing more than a mortal with no cultivation.

Qingfeng flicked his sleeves and laughed:

"That should work..."

Sure enough, the surrounding Yin energy no longer tried to hide and instantly engulfed Qingfeng.

After walking for a while, the surroundings remained eerie, and I did not see the hordes of ghosts I had imagined.

They must be hiding somewhere.

Qingfeng couldn't help but feel annoyed. If he had known this would happen, he would have spared the female ghost's life and let her lead the way.

After walking for a while, we finally saw a slightly different scene.

At the end of the mountain road ahead, a city appeared.

A ghost town that clearly isn't inhabited by living people.

"Little Underworld?"

"That's an interesting name. Could it be related to a Great Underworld?"

Qingfeng looked up at the name on the city gate and said thoughtfully.

Perhaps because they had finally discovered Qingfeng's presence, the ghosts in this little underworld finally stirred.

One after another, dark figures darted out from inside and landed on the city wall of Little Underworld, transforming into several fierce ghosts of different appearances. Judging from their uniform attire, they were somewhat similar to the legendary Yin soldiers.

"A mortal? Who captured him?"

"Whatever, we're just short of living blood anyway, let's bring them in..."

After a brief exchange, the ghostly soldiers transformed into wisps of black smoke and enveloped Qingfeng.

The breeze stood still, letting it carry it inside...