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Huang Yuanqing straightened his face—this ant he was now truly butting heads with Lu Ding.
He raised his chin slightly. “Wanna spar?”
With his aura surging, he lifted a hand to pose. “If I win, all of you get the hell off this boat and swim. If I lose...”
Lu Ding raised an eyebrow.
It had been a while since he t soone this entertaining.
He struck without hesitation!
A massive aura surged out, paired with a speed far too fast to track with the naked eye.
As his hand extended, it looked like dragon scales briefly covered his flesh.
Huang Yuanqing had no power to resist—Lu Ding grabbed him and lifted him clean off the ground.
Then slamd him hard onto the deck, face-first in a close encounter with the floor.
THUD!!!
Lu Ding casually picked him up again, swung him like a ragdoll, and flung him.
Whoosh~
His figure flew backward, getting smaller in the distance, until finally landing a few hundred ters away with a heavy splash into the river.
Only after all this did Lu Ding speak, finishing the sentence he hadn’t completed earlier.
“Then you can go swim too.”
“Don’t be so f***ing over the line!”
Huang Jie shouted as he stood up.
His underling just got tossed like that, and as the older brother, he hadn’t even reacted in ti.
What the hell was that?
But the mont he stood—
Two gazes locked onto him.
Their auras exploded.
Listen!
Bang bang bang bang...
On both sides of the ship, the water suddenly erupted with dozens of explosive bursts, shooting up towering splashes over ten ters high.
The waves slamd against the ship, making it rock uncontrollably.
At that mont, directly facing the oppressive aura, Huang Jie thought he saw heaven and earth divide.
Light and darkness split apart.
In the bright half, Buddha’s chants echoed, divine light bathed the world, and Lionheart Temple towered across the sky. Looking up, the Buddha’s face was half-compassionate, half-fierce.
In the dark half, black clouds churned, murderous aura floated, and the Jade Capital lood in the heavens. Blurred visions of deities looked down—not to save, only to slay.
Thud...
His body went weak, feet slipping out from under him.
He collapsed back into his seat, slumping against the backrest, barely able to sit upright.
The color drained from his face, sweat instantly beading on his upper lip.
His breath ca in gasps, lungs fighting for air.
Huang Jie was so choked up his head was spinning.
Lu Ding glanced at him. “Over the line?”
He reached out, grabbed him.
BAM!
Another brutal slam onto the deck. Just like Huang Yuanqing, he swung him in a lazy circle and hurled him out hundreds of ters—splashing down into the churning river.
Lu Ding’s voice followed: “This is what the f*** you call over the line.”
He had said if Lu Ding lost, Lu Ding would swim. So if he lost, of course he had to swim. Was that unfair?
You think it’s unfair? Then go swim with him.
The young girl in green, who’d been quietly reading this whole ti, finally closed her book with a soft snap. “Cui’er, apologize.”
The girl in the pink dress imdiately jumped up and started bowing repeatedly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Master! I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn! I’m really sorry, please forgive ...”
Only because it was Wutian.
He never pressed people too hard.
He raised his hand in a respectful gesture. “Amitabha. This humble monk accepts your apology. In the future, please do not slander or speak recklessly about others.”
Seeing Wutian accept it,
The girl finally felt a bit of relief in her chest.
Until she heard her mistress’s voice again. “Alright, get lost. Swim back on your own—we don’t need you anymore.”
The rock that was about to fall finally never got to land.
They had co this ti for the Water Corpse Cavern, which was controlled by the three factions of Heishuifang.
Even though she was just a tagalong, serving and attending,
She could still pick up a few scraps from her mistress and the young master who’d arrived earlier.
Even just those scraps were enough for her to live comfortably for a long while.
Now everything was ruined.
Unwilling to give up, she tried again. “Miss, I’ve already apologized...”
“Apologized? You think I don’t know what you’re scheming?”
Tang Miao knew her maid had been spoiled by her long ago—couldn’t tell situation from status anymore.
That was tolerable back at ho.
But out here, sa behavior?
If others gave her face, they might say, “Oh, what a lively maid.” If they didn’t, then it was just poor discipline on her part.
With Cui’er’s personality, when they reached the destination, she’d definitely go tattle to Tang Miao’s older brother.
And her brother? Protective and prideful—he’d inevitably clash with Lu Ding and the others.
Their whole reason for this trip was security. Their target was the Water Corpse Cavern. Everything else was just noise.
And the Tang Clan, a family of Qi Refiners known for assassinations—
Their first teaching was: Never let things spiral out of control. Because when they do, unexpected variables bring consequences you can’t predict—or bear.
So!
On this mission, Cui’er was now totally unnecessary. Just extra baggage.
Cui’er, now fully dejected, saw Tang Miao was truly angry. She turned and jumped off the boat, stepping onto the water.
She hadn’t gone far—
Thunk! A pebble flew out and knocked her into the water.
It was Tang Miao who had flicked it. “I said, swim back.”
Having said that, she looked toward Wutian and Lu Ding. “Are you two satisfied now?”
Lu Ding gave a small smile—this was already a pretty polite response.
He turned and walked back to the deck rail to keep enjoying the breeze.
He had no intention of saying anything else.
What’s the difference between this and lecturing your kid in public for show?
If Lu Ding wasn’t strong enough,
She probably wouldn’t have even lifted her eyes from that book.
Yan Feifan leaned in nearby. “Lu-ge, she’s from the Tang Clan. And that Huang family from Heishuifang.”
Then he switched tones: “They seriously don’t recognize the Master?”
Wutian humbly folded his hands and said, “I’m just a humble monk. Never traveled much. It’s quite normal.”
They weren’t plotting so big conspiracy.
So Tang Miao heard it too.
Her heart clenched.
Her eyes kept sizing up the trio.
Who were these three?
How did they see through her background?
Even the casual stone flick just now—that was sothing plenty of people could do.
Tang Miao felt unsettled.
She couldn’t figure out who they were—but they could clearly see through her.
That kind of situation was... not good.
So the simplest thods are often the most effective.
Back when things kicked off, Yan Feifan had already raised his phone and snapped a pic.
749’s internal database ran the scan.
Na, background, residence, a whole ss of personal data—everything popped up in an instant.
What about the Tang Clan?
They still needed ID cards. Still had to do census checks.
But Tang Miao hadn’t thought of tying these three to 749.
Rip off a shoulder patch, tuck away the recorder. Flexible law enforcent—power when you say it works, dead when you say it doesn’t.
The whole thing ran on one principle: legally sound, technically sketchy. Don’t like it? Go file a complaint in Yunhai.
From that mont on, Tang Miao’s gaze stuck to the trio like glue.
Lu Ding couldn’t care less.
He held Yan Feifan’s phone, reading over the Water Corpse Cavern notes with great interest.
Lucky hit again, huh?
A pleasant surprise!
Secret realms like this only happened in novels—yet here he was stumbling into one.
And with a na like “corpse”? Sounded exciting as hell.
At that mont, Uncle Zhang—currently healing through cultivation—had a strange twitch in his eyelid.
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