Chapter Forty-Three: Confrontation

Half a year later.

The specially crafted Wavebreaker warship from Watercloud Hall now floated on the vast ocean, fragile as a willow leaf. The armored plates sheathing its hull groaned under the assault of the waves. The custom triangular sails were swollen by the hurricane winds, nearly bursting at the seams.

It was just as Qin Yu entered the dream scenario that he remembered he had been tracking those two old men, which explained his mounting tension.

A span of ten meters vanished in an instant, and with a trail of blurred shadows behind him, two claws landed squarely on Zhuang Jian's shoulders. The jaws opened wide, sinking toward his neck with a savage bite.

“In that case, please name your price, senior!” Song Zheng immediately grasped the meaning behind the elder's words, his tone shifting suddenly—calm and assertive, neither servile nor overbearing.

Even with his usual good temper, Yang Fan was furious. As the chief disciple of Upper Sky Palace, being forced into a situation where he could only take a beating was an unprecedented humiliation.

If the plot proceeded as it normally would, the group should already be surrounded by enemies at this point.

After arriving here, rare treasures were scarce. Instead, crowds had gathered, and the best items had already been taken by those who came before.

This news came from unofficial sources, but the moment Aige heard it, he felt its reliability—simply because it made sense and fit the facts.

The phrase “time difference” suddenly struck Aige, sparking an idea: before crossing over, if he happened to learn such insider information, what would he do?

Qin Yu’s sword hand flashed through the air several more times, and the great black bear howled in agony. Its upright body, now streaked with bloody gashes shining in the sunlight, toppled backward, rigid as a board.

“Director, have you asked about the burly man’s identity?” Tang Long knew that, despite suspicions about the muscular stranger, it was essential to investigate thoroughly. The vast forest, with its shadowy trees, rarely saw visitors; perhaps the true culprit was him.

“Prince Yan, you mustn’t! Absolutely not!” Ling Gongjun was alarmed, hurriedly waving his hands, refusing to accept Chen Che’s courtesy.

The demon core was the crystallization of a beast’s cultivation, akin to the golden core found within a cultivator of the Golden Core stage.

Wei Wuyai did not answer Qin Ze’s question immediately, instead uttering something that stirred Qin Ze’s emotions deeply.

In the sky, a crimson sun hung high, and snowy clouds slowly gathered and transformed, finally taking the shape of a majestic giant beast. Bathed in golden light, it strode across the clouds.

After Pei Si departed, Nan Shu had thought to ask Sun Mo to pick her up, but upon reconsideration, she realized there was nothing urgent and decided not to.

Though most people merely followed her casually, Nan Shu’s photo posts on social media were shared thousands or even tens of thousands of times, rivaling the popularity of many celebrities—a testament to the authenticity of her fan base.

Yet problems kept cropping up for Jiang Lu. The photographers, dissatisfied with the repeated shoots, grew more frustrated, and she herself seemed dissatisfied, endlessly reshooting.

“He memorized it from the moment Bai Yin performed!” At that instant, everyone shared the same thought.

Take, for example, You Mingchuan—watching snow-capped mountains, riding on the grasslands with the western wind, boating and fishing by the jade lakes of the south... Everything was so carefree and poetic.

It was only with the arrival of the Fleet Maidens that everything changed. The powerful Fleet Maidens drove back the deep-sea monsters, which, to humanity, were as terrifying as Godzilla. Humanity gradually reclaimed the land, then struck back against the depths, cleansing the seas.

The other members of the Lu family quickly opened the coffin lid, only to find Lu Xing Tian lying inside, motionless.