Even now, inside Mount Laojun, there's still a kneeling statue.
Honestly, even if soone said that one of Fuyu Mountain's disciples had ties to the other side, Wen Yan would believe it.
After all, there are so many disciples from Fuyu Mountain coming and going.
But as for Mount Laojun, Wen Yan just wouldn't buy it; he didn't believe that even during the Last Dharma era, it was all hard bones—no one in Mount Laojun would bow their heads.
Now that the Spiritual Qi Resurgence has entered its second stage, Wen Yan just couldn't believe that any Mount Laojun disciple would be connected to a guy like this.
Wen Yan didn't believe a single word of that.
The Dao-seeking Heavenly Ladder of Mount Laojun surely wouldn't believe that kind of nonsense either.
As for the people from the Scorching Sun Departnt, Wen Yan didn't say much; there were plenty of people in the Scorching Sun Departnt too.
"Do you know who exactly from Mount Laojun?"
"No idea."
"What about the one from the Scorching Sun Departnt?"
"I heard it's a minor official from Central Plains County, nad Guo Shu."
"Other than the staff listed in the public records, anyone else your company's hired?"
"Actually, everyone's on the official company records."
As they were talking, bubbles churned up from the sea, with a gurgling sound and quivering tremors.
A single bubble floated up from the seafloor, and the instant it touched the Ghost, the bubble exploded.
The Ghost was blasted apart in an instant, dissipating right then and there, with the rush of water and shockwave surging toward Wen Yan.
Wen Yan crossed his arms in front of him, bracing himself as the impact sent him flying backward at top speed.
The soul-summoning altar he had constructed was blown apart on the spot.
Wen Yan steadied himself on the seabed and looked into the distance—there was nothing there, only a deep, fleeting presence.
He glanced at the seafloor; the swirling silt slowly settled. Still, all he could sense was sinister Yin Qi rising from the depths, an icy chill spreading outward.
The Eternal Sunrise effect on Wen Yan was triggered at once.
Feeling this aura, which was so similar to the Nether Path, Wen Yan figured it probably had nothing to do with the hitman sent to silence him.
Even before, as he perford the soul-summoning, he'd sensed a clear boundary between sea and land.
The feeling was utterly different in both places.
It made sense; after all, several days had passed and the corpse had already been recovered—the guy who ca to tie up loose ends most likely wasn't still lingering in Southern Sea County.
A being radiating such intense energy was not the kind who'd bother to hide.
It seed to sense his impending departure, and as Wen Yan was about to head ashore, that presence in the sea began to withdraw, while the passive effects triggered on Wen Yan quietly shut themselves off.
When Wen Yan stepped onto the sand, head breaking the surface, the strange force in the sea completely dissipated.
He walked out of the water, the droplets on his body streaming away on their own as if forming a flowing current.
Wen Yan turned back to look over the sea. At night, the dark surface looked like a giant beast, one that could swallow anything at all.
Wen Yan took out his phone and searched for information.
He checked the Scorching Sun Departnt's ocean records, looking for anything related to this stretch of sea.
...
More than a hundred nautical miles from Cape of the Sea, on a dium-sized yacht.
A young man in board shorts, bare-chested and lounging on a deck chair, suddenly sat up.
He took off his sunglasses, fixed his gaze in a certain direction, then hurried into the cabin, yanking out a suitcase and fishing a compass from inside. He fiddled with it for a mont.
Then he strode quickly to the cockpit.
"Return to port. Now."
"Uh, boss, we just found a school of fish. This is the perfect spot for sea fishing..."
"I said, return to port imdiately. Head west for at least fifty nautical miles, then go north. Got it?"
Seeing the young man's expression was no joke, the captain stopped asking questions and imdiately began plotting a new course.
The young man returned to the deck, and as he gazed into the distance, several scantily clad young ladies instantly gathered around him.
"Boss~, why are we weighing anchor again?"
"Yeah, boss, we just got our bait ready and were about to start fishing."
"We finally spotted a big fish—we were about to reel it in!"
The young man waved them off, eyes locked on the horizon, and replied casually,
"All of a sudden, I'm just not in the mood. I heard it's snowing in the Northeast; let's go play in the snow."
Even as he spoke, his eyes never left the horizon. Not until he sensed that icy-cold aura fade did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He lay back on the deck chair, put on his sunglasses, and sprawled there like a salted fish drying in the sun—completely motionless.
The ladies in their skimpy outfits clustered around, and he draped an arm over each, just lying there.
The yacht began to return to port. Inside, a young crewman brought drinks to the wheelhouse.
"Captain, why are we heading west now? There are a lot of reefs over there."
"Boss wants it, so we just do it. Don't ask too much—rich folks, you know? Their thinking isn't like ours. When we get to shore, keep your mouth shut, don't ask or talk nonsense," the captain advised.
"Got it."
Back at the rear cabin, the young crewman checked carefully, noticing the young boss's phone was still exactly where it'd been, untouched. He secretly let out a sigh of relief.
anwhile, on the deck, Zhang Qihui lay in his chair, sunglasses on, but his gaze always drifting toward the rear.
After two hours, he got up, took the pendant hanging from his neck, swept it over his eyes, and leaned against the railing, peering through the hole in the pendant to observe the water aft.
In that instant, the churning sea almost turned transparent.
Faintly, he could make out the distant seabed—a battered, ancient ship speeding through the water, drawing closer by the minute.
On the wrecked ship stood a host of Ghosts. Beneath the hull, countless sea crabs hoisted the ruined vessel, ferrying it at astonishing speed.
"I knew it—I'm jinxed around the sea. I shouldn't have co... Just out fishing, and I run into freakin' ghosts.
You've gotta be kidding —what did I ever do to you? Why are you chasing after ?"
As if sensing Zhang Qihui's scrutiny, a Ghost on the sunken ship tilted its head upward, showing ragged teeth and brandishing its saber in a nacing wave.
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