Chapter 294: Chapter 116: Bear Demon Sword Splits Into Nine, Shackles of Flesh and Blood Shattered
Thinking of this, Song Yinzi raised his hand to the other side where two other Peak Masters were seeing him off, and called out loudly, "Peak Master Shuichengzi, Peak Master Xiaoying, today I bid you farewell."
The woman in white with her hair tied up was precisely Hua Xiaoying, the Peak Master of Purple Mist Peak. She was deeply in love with her Dao companion, and together they had a daughter, Luo E. However, a few years ago, her Dao companion passed away due to illness, and she inherited the position of Peak Master of Purple Mist Peak. Since then, she has been living cautiously, as if on thin ice by a deep abyss. Cultivators have a long lifespan, far exceeding that of ordinary people. By a cultivator’s age, Hua Xiaoying is merely equivalent to a young maiden in the mortal realm. Aside from her mature demeanor and robes, she still possesses fair skin as cold as ice, which is why... Feng Xiongyi brought up the idea of "taking her as a wife."
The other person in a green robe and cloak was Shuichengzi, the Peak Master of White Cloud Peak. His lineage is famed for its Alchemy Skill, all the necessary pills for the disciples in the sect come from him, giving him a somewhat lofty aura. His face often bears a self-satisfied smile, his cheeks rosy, as if every day brought joyous events.
Peak Master Hua Xiaoying said, "Safe travels, Senior Brother."
Shuichengzi smiled and said, "Brother Song’s journey is as vast as the sea and sky."
He quickly added, "Today, the Sect Leader is still in seclusion, dealing with health issues, so he did not come to see you off."
Song Yinzi smiled, "It doesn’t matter."
The few of them exchanged formalities once again, then Song Yinzi led thirteen disciples from the sect who had reached the Soldier Lord Realm and departed.
Several days later, they left the Bronze Plain.
After stopping and going for a few more days, they arrived at the seaside.
A large ship was already moored at the shore, and a figure emerged from the cabin.
The figure smiled warmly and shouted, "Immortal family, delivering as promised."
Song Yinzi glanced over the cabin and the sailors equipped on deck, nodding with satisfaction. He asked, "Do these people know how to get to Jidao Island?"
"They know, they know," the figure replied with a smile.
Song Yinzi casually tossed a gold ticket.
This gold ticket was obtained from the Great Yin.
The figure caught the gold ticket and called out, "Thank you, Immortal family."
The large ship at the sea’s edge, with rising and falling tides, embraced by the azure waves.
The waves rolled over distant reefs, cascading into sheets upon sheets of snowy froth.
Song Yinzi landed on the deck and asked the cautiously approaching captain, "When can we set sail?"
The captain said, "Immortal family, we need to wait for the tides at the Hai hour."
"Hai hour?"
Song Yinzi looked at the sky and said calmly, "We will first go to the cabin to rest. As for supplies and the like, are they all prepared?"
"Of course, of course..." the captain replied with a smile.
Song Yinzi and his disciples then entered the cabin.
At this moment, he was very relaxed.
Sailing to an unknown place, to seek the legendary origin of all the Lingyi Sect’s inheritance—the Ancient Land of the Rabbit Assembly... all of this was stimulating him. At the moment he stepped onto the deck, it was as if the shackles from the past and the land shattered with a bang.
Every inch of his skin felt relaxed.
Inside the cabin, a faint scent of tea wafted, clearly... these businessmen knew what luxury meant. They naturally provided the best for the immortal family.
Clack...
As the last figure disappeared inside.
The cabin door closed.
At this moment, the smiling captain, the busy sailors, and the ship seller who had left suddenly all paused oddly, their bodies stiffening, as they displayed sinister smiles.
The sea breeze suddenly intensified, and the distant forest swayed eerily, like wandering phantoms, the cold wind rustling through the leaves, sounding like malevolent ghosts’ ominous laughter...
Not everything was swaying though, at least deep in the forest, there was a towering silhouette, motionless.
The figure stood nearly two zhàng tall, but was crouching.
Its body was shadowy, resembling tufts of black hair, or like a mountain overgrown with wild grasses, with a bizarrely massive sword strapped to its back.
The tall figure was holding a small cage.
Inside the cage, nothing could be seen clearly, only a glaring red glow like a flame.
The red seemed to burn, distorting the air, filled with ferocity, plague, and death.
As time passed, and dusk turned blood-red, the towering figure suddenly opened the cage.
Swish!
A burst of red light shot straight out from the cage, tracing a bloody serpentine path in the air, like a beam of light heading towards the distant ship.
In an instant, the red light struck the ship, yet it made no sound at all. Instead, it dissipated into mist, rolling thunderously, resembling sinister serpents creeping into the cabins through every gap in the ship.
With the dispersal of this red light, the cage returned to its original state.
Looking again...
There was no more light, just a piece of red feather lying in the cage.
The feather seemed to lose its power, turning to ash in the blink of an eye.
At this point, some commotion began to emerge from the distant ship cabin.
The towering figure straightened, twisting its neck, revealing a set of sharp teeth.
From the direction of the cabin, a cold light sounded like a dragon’s roar.
Song Yinzi’s voice rang out, "What demon dares to cause trouble!"
Then, he saw the gigantic figure appear opposite him.
Even Song Yinzi, one of the Peak Masters of the Lingyi Five Peaks, was momentarily stunned.
What was that?
It was obviously a black bear with a human face, an expressive face, carrying a giant sword on its back.
The black bear didn’t say much, grinning as it approached Song Yinzi. Midway through its stride, it suddenly swung the longsword in its hand.
The massive sword, several zhàng in length, sliced through the air like a divine chariot, producing a thunderous roar and stirring a violent wind, a rolling tragic fog.
Song Yinzi reacted with lightning speed, his figure nimble, soaring like a rainbow into the sky, evading the direction of the massive sword.
His expression was grave, and with a flick of his finger, a transformation of one sword into nine, the sword light dazzling, resembling a peacock displaying its feathers.
These nine swords were not a division of power, each sword did not possess only one-ninth of Song Yinzi’s full strength.
