Chapter 118.2

Xu Qianyu thought for a moment and said, “After all, Luo Shui is human. A year or two is fine; even ten or more years is manageable. But if she lives for a hundred years solely for him, that would be too exhausting. No wonder her cultivation has stagnated. Though she has entered the path, her heart is burdened, and she cannot fully comprehend the wonders of cultivation.”

Xu Qianyu was not someone to be hindered by attachments. She thought to herself, If she were Luo Shui, it would be better to live as a free mortal, die early, and put everything to rest.
Yu Chu said, “And Yin Xiangjun might not have any resentment. Perhaps he regrets giving up one of his spiritual roots, but it is buried deep in his heart.”

“This is what they call ‘longstanding kindness turning to enmity,'” Su Mingyu sighed. “What was originally an act of fate, going against the heavens, only caused the siblings to become estranged. Hopefully, they can both break through their inner obstacles soon.”
Xu Qianyu looked around and asked, “Where is Lin Shuyue? Why hasn’t she come back yet?”
Yu Chu answered, “Oh, she said she went to meet the new disciples from Tianshan mountain.”

Everyone fell silent, drinking tea.
Another person was also searching for Lin Shuyue.
You Yin had sent out the spirit butterfly, but Lin Shuyue had not received it. The butterfly returned and flew back to him. After searching around, he finally saw a familiar figure on the deck.
Lin Shuyue was holding onto the railing, wearing a light pink gauze skirt over her tight-fitting outfit, with a butterfly embroidered around her waist. She appeared delicate and graceful.
You Yin strode toward her, removing his right wrist guard as he walked, revealing a heart-shaped mark. He took a deep breath and thought about the words he would use to explain.

But as he got closer, something felt off.
Beside Lin Shuyue stood a tall figure wearing a silver mask, a solemn expression on their face, and dressed in his sect’s attire.

Lin Shuyue’s voice came in intermittent bursts: “But I really don’t have the courage. If only I could be as confident as you. You seem to be glowing in my eyes.”
What is this?
You Yin, standing behind her, felt his blood freeze.

These were the exact same words he had said. Did she mistake him for someone else? After all, disciples of Tianshan all wore silver masks, making them difficult to distinguish.
But reason told him that this might not be the case. He listened for a while, then removed his mask, his face emotionless as he asked, “Lin Shuyue?”
Lin Shuyue was startled and turned around. A moment of panic flashed in her eyes. This brief look of discomfort made all her previous fragile and delicate appearances crumble like dust.
The disciple of Tianshan asked, “Who is he?”
You Yin sneered, “I should be asking him that.”
Lin Shuyue turned to the disciple and said, “He is my friend. You Yin, haven’t we already made things clear?”

“What are you talking about?” You Yin said, “I came here to tell you…”
But now he felt there was no need to say anything more.
The boy’s lips gradually stiffened, his cold pupils reflecting the two figures standing closely together, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears.
It seemed like he had been made a fool of by a female cultivator.

Ha, a great humiliation.
He formed a spiritual butterfly with his fingers, examined it, then angrily tossed it at Lin Shuyue’s sleeve and turned to leave.
But in his mind, he recalled the shooting star from that night. For a long time, he probably wouldn’t be able to bear hearing words like wind, starlight, or moonlight.
As he walked, the ship broke through the morning mist, rays of light streaming through the windows, illuminating the warship in a dazzling glow.

At that moment, the ship seemed to be pushed up by something and tilted heavily to the left. You Yin’s expression froze, and he drew his sword.
The bells rang loudly, echoing through the three layers of the warship, and the disciples inside all sprang into action.

In the chaos, two adjudicators flew into the crowd. The glass lamps of Luo Shui swayed with the tilting of the ship, clearly visible.
It was obvious that there were demonic or mirage creatures attacking below. No one knew exactly what it was, but such chaos presented an excellent opportunity. Xu Qianyu gave Tu Zhuang a look, and Tu Zhuang silently followed her through the crowd.

While Luo Shui was calming the disciples, she turned her head to meet Xu Qianyu’s gaze. As they passed each other, her eyes were gentle and sorrowful, showing a hint of longing.
Tu Zhuang’s hands formed seals as he chanted incantations. Sweat the size of beans rolled down his face, and his complexion paled from nervousness.

Black gas rose from the lower levels, gathering into form. Other disciples quickly closed in, and Xu Qianyu suddenly made a move, turning to slash the silk threads behind Luo Shui.
From a distance, it looked like Xu Qianyu was cutting down a demon, but up close, she had simply miscalculated her strike. If rescuing Luo Shui failed, she could always claim she was startled and cut wrong as an excuse.

The sword was shallowly blocked, then snapped with a crisp sound, and the force dissipated into the air.
Xu Qianyu’s hand holding the sword stiffened, and all the silk threads were severed!
Both Xu Qianyu and Tu Zhuang hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly, but they were immediately knocked over by the violently shaking shipboard, crashing into the wall and unable to stand.

Luo Shui still stood in the middle, but she seemed to breathe her first fresh air, her feathers glowing with a soft light. Xu Qianyu quickly glanced at Yin Xiangjun, who had been slammed into another wall by the demonic creature, her clothes fluttering.

It was hard to tell whether it was an illusion: despite wearing a cloud-patterned brocade with gold-threaded floral designs and a jade crown, he seemed as dim as a flickering candle in the wind, emitting an air of weakness.

Yin Xiangjun looked at Luo Shui in the shadows, fury and surprise in his eyes. He raised his sleeve to form another seal, but Luo Shui was faster. She lifted the five-colored glass lamp. Within the lamp, four brilliant lights—indigo, green, red, and yellow—burst out like fireworks, cascading like a falling stream, causing one corner of the entire wall to collapse.

The dazzling light forced Xu Qianyu and Tu Zhuang to close their eyes. In their hearts, they thought, so the glass lamp wasn’t just a healing artifact; it could attack!
The sorrow and fear absorbed earlier had all been stored as material for the attack.

Yin Xiangjun was overwhelmed by the brilliant lights, his afterimage struggling, and when the light faded, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke that dissipated.
The adjudicators left only a wisp of primordial spirit here. Yin Xiangjun, in poor condition and realizing he was no match, fled with his primordial spirit.

The five-colored light returned to Luo Shui’s hands, coiling into a crystallized wick. When she looked at the lamp she was holding, only the dim, empty shell remained.
The ship was nearly shrouded in black clouds. Luo Shui tossed a strand of red light toward the demonic creature, causing the obstructing entities in front of her to disperse.

After all, she was just a healer; her vital energy was severely drained, and her primordial spirit dimmed. Calmly, she spoke to Xu Qianyu, “Thank you for saving me. This item is for you; all I leave behind is my primordial spirit. My brother should still be in the sect, waiting to fight with me.”

Before Xu Qianyu, a wick slowly fell, leaving only black and white. When he looked at Luo Shui, she had already turned into smoke and left.
Tu Zhuang screamed, “What does this mean? The adjudicators are gone; what do we do now?”
Xu Qianyu glanced at the wick. It was now only capable of healing, with no offensive power. She quickly placed it in the mustard seed golden pearl. What else could they do? Fight. Xu Qianyu drew her sword and joined the battle.

The demonic creature grew larger as it formed from black gas, its tail long and covered with jagged spines, stretching endlessly upward. It was the last of the demon dragons!
The demon dragon roared, causing several fine cracks to appear on Xu Qianyu’s face.
A virtual sword, passed by Xu Qianyu’s ear, embedding itself in the dragon’s body, pushing it back an inch. Then came the second, third, and fourth sword strikes, each filled with surging spiritual power.

Shen Suwei stood behind Xu Qianyu, his expression as frozen as ice and snow, condensed into a sword.
The dragon’s head tilted as it endured the consecutive attacks, gradually dimming and dissipating, like a shadow close to the ground. But Xu Qianyu saw the shadow projected on the ship’s cabin, still fierce, and felt uneasy.

These demon dragons each had unique powers. The earlier dragon woman could seal people with her gaze, and Xu Qianyu wondered what special abilities this dragon might have.
Just as she was thinking this, she saw the dragon’s tail split into two, then into four, sprouting countless tendrils, the eerie, squid-like shadows wrapping around the entire ship, giving it a heavy shake.

The warship struggled to bear its weight, and its bottom leaked. The disciples fell into the sea one after another like dumplings, engulfed by the demonic energy that drifted from the Magic Dragon.
In the moment when Xu Qianyu fell into the raging waves, she instinctively activated the Water Control Technique.

Golden bubbles burst forth with a pop, growing larger and larger, until they surrounded Su Mingyu, Yu Chu, and Tu Zhuang. After a while, Lin Shuyue, dressed in cherry-pink, also fell, and Xu Qianyu quickly expanded the bubble to encase her.
Everyone’s accounted for?
She dragged the bubble up from the sea and saw Shen Suwei standing on the damaged, tilting ship, pulling Yun Chu aboard.
“Senior Brother,” Xu Qianyu said with joy. “The water control technique really worked.”
Shen Suwei took her hand and lifted them upward.

The sunlight was blinding, making it difficult for Xu Qianyu to open her eyes. Shen Suwei’s hand felt somewhat cold.
Tu Zhuang cried out in terror, “Ah, something below is pulling!”
Xu Qianyu also sensed a strange force beneath the sea, pulling the bubble downward, and she hoped that Senior Brother would pull her up soon.

Shen Suwei lowered his eyelids, and a massive vortex appeared on the surface of the sea, resembling a dark green eye swirling with mist, like a teleportation circle, right beneath the bubble.
In Xu Qianyu’s mind, Hua Liangyu suddenly opened her eyes, her expression becoming agitated.
“I’m using the Water Control Technique; don’t come out,” Xu Qianyu quickly reassured her. She regained focus, and Senior Brother switched hands, slipping something into hers.

Shen Suwei gazed deeply into her eyes, as if he wanted to say something. His lips moved, and he said, “Take care of yourself.”
Xu Qianyu sensed something was wrong, and the upward force abruptly reversed. Shen Suwei pushed her back with a swift motion, and with Tu Zhuang’s scream, the entire bubble was sucked into the sea!

Xu Qianyu was completely unprepared. The last thing she saw was the towering waves, the sea under the sunlight like meticulously sculpted green glass, enveloping the warship, and Shen Suwei standing coldly on the ship, his sleeves fluttering.