Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong did not dare to fight and swam towards the sea surface with all his strength. The sea beasts behind him were chasing him relentlessly, whipping him with their tentacles constantly, stirring up whirlpools. The small sea beasts also launched sneak attacks from time to time.

Jiang Qiong gritted her teeth and persisted, and finally saw the shadow of a fishing boat on the sea.

He used up his last bit of strength, broke through the water, and landed heavily on the deck. He was injured in many places and his blood dyed the deck red.

"Master Jiang!" The old man came forward excitedly, "Did you pick the Lingyuan Algae?" Jiang Qiong panted and took out the Lingyuan Algae: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission!" The old man looked at the spiritual grass emitting a faint blue light, tears streaming down his face: "That's great! Qingyao is saved! Master Jiang, I am so grateful..."

The old man choked up and couldn't speak, he just kept wiping away his tears.

The fishing boat returned in the twilight, and Jiang Qiong looked at the sparkling sea, her heart full of anticipation.

Although this deep-sea adventure is extremely dangerous, it is all worth it for Qingyao's illness.

The twilight was like bronze paint that had been ground for thousands of years, dyeing the violently shaking fishing boat even deeper.

The salty sea water seeping out from the cracks in the ship's planks, carrying with it the blood from the wound on Jiang Qiong's arm, meandered into dark red streams on the mottled deck. Every streak of blood seemed to be telling the story of the brutal fight in the deep sea.

The old man's wrinkled palm stroked the jade bottle for the third time. The faint blue light emitted by the Lingyuan algae in the bottle flowed along the crisscrossing lines on his palm, as if to reflect all the vicissitudes of half a lifetime into the color of hope, but also stained a shadow of uneasiness in the depths of his wrinkles.

"Don't worry, old man. With this elixir, we will be able to suppress the evil spirit in Qingyao's body."

Jiang Qiong endured the stinging pain from the sea salt seeping into the wound and tore off her clothes to bandage it hastily.

When the cloth was torn, the sound of fine fibers rubbing against each other was particularly clear on the silent deck.

The sea breeze blew towards him, carrying the salty and fishy smell and the unique coldness of the deep sea. He looked at the lead-gray clouds rolling in the sky, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a ray of golden light leaking through the gaps in the clouds. In a trance, it overlapped with the faint light on Qingyao's scales. This strange similarity made his heart tremble violently.

Before he could finish his words, the cabin suddenly made a teeth-grinding creaking sound and shook violently as if it was being tightly grasped by an ancient giant beast.

The old man's expression suddenly changed, his cloudy pupils suddenly shrank, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with fear: "Oh no! It's a sea vortex!"

The sea water at the stern seemed to be swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, rapidly sinking into a dark whirlpool with a diameter of ten feet. Countless bubbles carrying rotten seaweed poured out from the abyss, exploding into tiny splashes on the water surface. The scene seemed as if a deep-sea monster was gasping violently.

Jiang Qiong jumped onto the mast on tiptoe, and stabbed the deck fiercely with the soft sword. As Qian Yan's skills were activated, golden light spread along the sword, propping up a translucent protective shield around the fishing boat. The golden light collided with the sea water, making a sizzling sound, and the splashing water condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air.

At the moment when the huge wave hit, Jiang Qiong's eyes swept across the depths of the whirlpool. A huge silver-scaled shadow flashed by like lightning, and the lantern-sized eyes were glowing with a cold blue light, which was exactly the same color as Qingyao's scales.

Before he could get a closer look, a second wave came down like a huge wall, submerging his entire field of vision in salty darkness.

The pressure of the sea water was like a huge rock weighing tens of millions of pounds, which made his eardrums hurt. The protective shield rippled under the impact of the huge waves and made a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the weight, as if it would break at any time.

In the dark sea, he vaguely heard a low roar, like a call from ancient times.

When the fishing boat finally staggered to the shore, the moonlight had quietly climbed up to the sky.

Qingyao leaned against the mottled courtyard gate, the moonlight sprinkled on her scaly shoulders, with a frosty luster, and every scale seemed like sadness frozen by the moonlight.

She tried to force a smile, and when the corners of her mouth moved, her scales rubbed against each other, making a slight rustling sound, but her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind: "Grandpa, Mr. Jiang, I made kelp soup."

The old man held out the Lingyuan algae with trembling hands. The girl's pale fingers suddenly twitched violently, and black mucus oozed out of the gaps between her scales, winding like a venomous snake under the moonlight. The mucus dripped onto the bluestone slab, making a sizzling corrosion sound. White smoke instantly appeared on the surface of the slab, revealing traces of charring.

Jiang Qiong immediately grabbed Qingyao's wrist, and a piercing chill ran through her fingertips into her meridians.

His pupils shrank slightly. The icy evil energy lingering in Qingyao's body was exactly the same as the aura of the giant silver-scaled shadow deep in the sea whirlpool.

What was even more bizarre was that as soon as his spiritual power touched the evil energy, Qingyao's scales actually emitted a faint resonant light, as if responding to some kind of call from the deep sea. He could feel the evil energy in Qingyao's body moving like a living thing, leaving traces of ice in the meridians.

Seven days later, Jiang Qiong was staring at the jade tripod in the makeshift alchemy room in the courtyard.

The red light transformed from the thousand-year-old coral grass and the blue light from the Lingyuan algae collided violently in the cauldron, like two fighting dragons.

The temperature in the alchemy room rose and fell suddenly, and the water droplets condensed on the wall suddenly boiled into mist and suddenly froze into frost.

The light in the cauldron kept changing, sometimes turning into a blazing flame, sometimes condensing into a sharp ice blade.

Suddenly, all the light condensed into an ice crystal, suspended in the air and gently rotating. Mysterious runes flowed on the surface of the ice crystal, and the flashing runes seemed to be telling ancient secrets.

The moment Qingyao took the medicine, green light flooded across the entire courtyard like a tide, and the scales on her back fell off, revealing new pink skin.

But Jiang Qiong keenly caught a glimpse of a fleeting silver light in the girl's eyes, like a mysterious light in the deep sea. At the same time, the runes in the alchemy room glowed slightly, as if cheering for the awakening of some power.

"Mr. Jiang, please stay here." The old man stuffed the newly sewn linen clothes into Jiang Qiong's bag. Although the stitches were crooked, they were very dense, and each stitch contained the old man's gratitude and expectation.

"Qingyao keeps talking about wanting to learn your swordsmanship."

Jiang Qiong looked towards the well, where Qingyao was waving a branch to practice breathing. Her slender figure stretched out in the sun, and every movement contained the rhythm of some water-based technique, as if she had a natural resonance with the ocean.

There were faint ripples of spiritual energy on the ground beneath her feet. As her breathing rose and fell, the spiritual energy fluctuations gradually formed a small vortex.

Days passed quietly as he taught swordplay and studied ancient books. Half a month later at noon, Jiang Qiong looked at the empty storage bag with a frown on his face.

Alchemy consumes a large amount of spirit stones. If you want to solve the mystery of Qingyao's bloodline, you must replenish the resources.

The old man was silent for a long time, then he took out a yellowed nautical chart from under the bed. The edges had long been worn rough by time, and the paper was covered with water stains and wrinkles.

"At the Dragon Back Reef, 300 miles to the southeast, there are clams that produce night-shining pearls. But last year, a fisherman saw a soul-eating sea snake there. That snake is very venomous."

The old man's voice gradually became lower, and his calloused fingers unconsciously stroked a mark on the nautical chart. There was a strange totem drawn around the mark, and the lines of the totem were distorted, like some creature struggling in pain.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Qiong sailed alone in a small boat towards the misty Dragon's Back Reef. The dark purple reef pierced the sea surface like a giant dragon's skeleton, and the gaps between them flashed with pearl-like fluorescence, looming in the morning mist.

The mist was damp and cold, and felt like tiny ice crystals on my face.

He took a deep breath and dived into the water. His spiritual awareness spread out like a spider web. As soon as he entered the reef cave, he saw hundreds of jade-colored clams swallowing and exhaling starlight. When the clam shells opened and closed, the light of the night pearls poured down like the Milky Way.

The water in the cave flows with a strange rhythm, and from time to time there are glowing little fish swimming through it, leaving faint traces of light as they swim, which interweave into various mysterious patterns.

Just as he was about to collect it, a green shadow suddenly dropped from the ceiling of the cave.

The three-meter-long sea snake's scales glowed with a cold metallic luster, and bone spurs abruptly grew at the seven-inch mark, like a devil's crown.

The soul-eating sea serpent spat out forked black tongues, and the venom dripping from its fangs corroded the reefs into deep pits with sizzling sounds. The surrounding sea water instantly covered with black foam, which made a sickening sound when it burst.

Jiang Qiong's sword was as fast as lightning, and the "Golden Wind Demon-Breaking Sword" turned into thousands of golden rays, but was bounced away by the scales the moment it touched the snake's body. The golden rays scattered into sparks, which fell into the sea, making crackling sounds.

The snake's tail swept across, creating an undercurrent that sucked Jiang Qiong into a whirlpool.

At the critical moment of life and death, the image of Qingyao practicing water escape technique suddenly emerged in his mind, and he performed a strange step by force.

The soft sword followed the trajectory of the water flow and pierced into the snake's belly like a spirit snake.

The sea snake writhed in pain. In the blood-stained seawater, Jiang Qiong caught a glimpse of a half-broken fish scale mark on its abdomen, which was somewhat similar to Qingyao's scales.

What is even more shocking is that after the snake blood merged into the sea water, it actually attracted a group of small red fish. The swimming paths of these small fish formed some kind of mysterious pattern, and the pattern kept changing, as if conveying some kind of information.

When they returned with a full load, the setting sun dyed the sea blood red. Jiang Qiong had just put away the clam when the sound of the iron chain broke the silence like a death warrant.

Three black-sailed pirate ships were arranged in a V-shape, with a one-eyed sturdy man standing on the bow. The octopus tentacles transformed with mechanical prosthetics were slowly unfolding, and each suction cup was flashing with strange runes.

On the sail of the pirate ship, a huge sea snake totem was painted with dark red paint. The totem's eyes seemed to be staring at Jiang Qiong, full of malice.

"Boy, hand over the clam obediently and I will spare your life!" The voice of the one-eyed pirate came with the sea breeze, with a metallic hoarseness. The cannon muzzles on both sides of the ship flashed red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

Jiang Qiong used his Qinggong to gallop on the waves. The iron chain chasing him from behind brushed against the corner of his clothes and fell into the sea, making a huge splash on the water.

When the iron chain entered the water, it startled a group of strange fish with barbs on their backs. The strange fish made sharp cries, and the cries echoed on the sea.

Suddenly, the air pressure above his head dropped sharply. The deck of the pirate ship cracked open, and a puppet man wrapped in chains broke out of the ground. The magic crystal embedded in his chest resonated with the spiritual clam in Jiang Qiong's arms, making a harsh buzzing sound.

At the critical moment, he swung out the rope to entangle the puppet's joints, and used the reaction force to leap onto the pirate ship, with his soft sword pointing directly at the one-eyed pirate's throat.

The chains on the puppet's body automatically extended and wrapped around Jiang Qiong's ankles like a living thing. The chains were cold and hard, rubbing against his skin, leaving blood marks.

"Looking for death!" The pirate grinned and shot out countless barbs from his mechanical tentacles.

Jiang Qiong dodged left and right, and the moment he smashed the wooden door of the cabin, the scene in front of him made his breath stop - the mountain of scales in the corner, emitting a familiar silver-blue luster, each scale was exactly the same as Qingyao's scales before her transformation.

Scattered among the pile of scales were a few tattered books, with the same totems as the sea charts painted on the covers.

He bent down and picked up a book. As soon as he opened it, he saw information about some mysterious bloodline. The handwriting was blurred, but he could vaguely make out some key words.

Before he could think about it, the roar of the cannon caused the ship to tilt violently. Jiang Qiong jumped into the sea holding a few clams, but was trapped by the sudden undercurrent.

The undercurrent was like a huge whirlpool, pulling him down continuously. When he struggled to surface, seven pirate ships had surrounded him.

The densely packed hooks were reflected on the sea, like a giant net spread by the god of death, and in the clouds farther away, there was a faint flash of lightning, and a bigger storm was brewing. The sky gradually turned into a strange purple, and huge shadows began to emerge in the waves, as if some ancient existence was about to awaken.

The waves became more violent, and every beat was like the roar of a giant beast. Jiang Qiong held the clam tightly, silently thinking of ways to escape.

Facing the siege of seven pirate ships, Jiang Qiong's back was pressed against the cold side of the ship, and the salty sea breeze with the smell of sulfur pierced her nostrils.

The mechanical tentacles on the one-eyed pirate's shoulders made a hydraulic humming sound, the edges of the suction cups glowed with a strange purple light, and the end of each hook was tempered with a dark blue poisonous light.

The water-repellent beads given by the old man felt hot in his arms, and he suddenly remembered the vortex pattern formed by the spiritual energy on the ground when Qingyao was practicing water-based magic.

"Form a formation!" the one-eyed pirate shouted, and blood-red runes lit up on the decks of seven ships at the same time.

The sea water under Jiang Qiong's feet suddenly boiled, and countless iron chains emerged from the seabed and coiled around like giant pythons.

He bit his tongue and spurted out blood. The soft sword drew a Tai Chi pattern in the air. The golden light and blood mist blended together to form a temporary protective shield. The iron chain hit the shield and sparks flew. The corrosive venom corroded the surface of the protective shield and produced wisps of white smoke.

Jiang Qiong glimpsed the rune arrangement on the gun muzzle of the pirate ship in the southeast corner, which was similar to the frequency of the evil energy fluctuations in Qingyao's body. He moved his mind and used the Qianyan technique to inject spiritual power into the spiritual clam in his arms.

The Night Pearl suddenly burst into a dazzling white light, resonating with the rolling purple clouds in the sky. "I see!"

His pupils suddenly shrank. The scales and totems collected by these pirates were all in preparation for summoning some kind of deep-sea evil creature.

The mechanical tentacles suddenly split into dozens of thin thorns, shooting at them like a rainstorm. Jiang Qiong used Qianyan's body skills to move between the hooks and the stingers, and used the soft sword to pick up a few tentacles, but saw black mucus oozing out of the cut parts, and they turned into piranhas as soon as they landed.

He swung out the rope to wrap around the nearest pirate anchor, used the force to leap onto the deck, and ran head-on into three pirates holding chain hammers.

The Golden Wind Demon-Breaking Sword rolled up a thousand waves, and the sword energy forced the three people back, but it was discovered that they all had tattoos on their necks that were the same as the sea snake totem.

"Hand over the clam, and I'll leave you with a whole body!" The one-eyed pirate's mechanical arm unfolded into a shield, and the rotating gears on the edge glowed coldly. (End of this chapter)