Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

The head of the support fleet boarded the "Canglan" and had a conversation with Su Yao.

It turned out that the Wanhai Chamber of Commerce learned that there were pirates near the route of the "Canglan" and sent a support fleet to provide support.

With the help of the support fleet, the "Canglan" began repairs and the crew began to count the losses.

Although Jiang Qiong suffered some injuries again in this battle, his strength was also improved in the battle.

He looked at the sea in the distance and vowed secretly in his heart that he must become stronger in order to survive in this crisis-ridden world.

And his fate with Wanhai Chamber of Commerce has just begun...

The sea fog covered the sea surface like a veil, and the "Canglan" slowly broke through the waves surrounded by the support fleet.

In front of us, an island stained with golden light was looming, and clouds and mist were swirling on the mountainside, as if countless spiritual birds were flying through it.

Jiang Qiong held onto the cold copper railing on the deck, looking at the offshore outpost called "Wanbao Island," and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

The hem of his clothes was lifted by the sea breeze, revealing the tattered cloth bag wrapped around his waist, which contained half of a jade pendant he brought from his hometown - that was his only wish in this world.

"This Wanbao Island is the most prosperous place within a thousand miles."

Su Yao's voice came from behind. She was wearing a moon-white dress, and her hair was gently blown by the sea breeze. "The island not only has precious spiritual materials, but also countless ancient secret treasures. However..." Her eyes swept over the Soul Devouring Knife on Jiang Qiong's waist, "This is also a place where strong people stand side by side and the weak are preyed upon by the strong."

As the spirit ship docked, Jiang Qiong stepped onto the island on the wobbly springboard.

The stone pavement beneath my feet glowed a warm green color, and every ten steps there was a lamp post inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, and shouts of hawkers can be heard one after another.

There were monks hurrying by carrying spiritual wood taller than humans, and there were also wealthy businessmen in gorgeous clothes surrounded by servants and walking into the teahouse.

The air was filled with all kinds of strange aromas, including the bitter taste of elixirs, the fresh fragrance of spiritual food, and even wisps of spiritual fluctuations.

The person in charge of the support fleet was a burly middle-aged monk. He patted Jiang Qiong on the shoulder and said, "Captain Su told me about your performance in the naval battle. With your ability, it's perfect for you to work as a treasure seller in Linlang Pavilion."

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "That is the top building of the Wanhai Chamber of Commerce. It is your chance to go in."

After passing through three busy streets, a towering building appeared before our eyes. The seven-story glazed jade tower reached the sky, and crystal clear wind chimes were hung on the eaves of each floor, making clear and pleasant sounds when the breeze blew.

On the three-meter-high gate, nine lifelike black ice dragons are coiled and intertwined, and fist-sized luminous pearls are inlaid in the dragon's mouth, emitting a soft light.

The stone statues on both sides of the door are five meters tall, and there are still faint traces of blood on the axe blades, as if telling of the battles that have taken place in the past.

As she stepped into Linlang Pavilion, Jiang Qiong felt a warm and rich aura coming towards her, as if she was gently wrapped by a pair of invisible hands.

The lobby on the first floor is as spacious as a small square. The dome is inlaid with hundreds of luminous pearls, illuminating the entire space in great detail.

The ground was paved with a whole piece of green jade, carved with intricate spirit-gathering array patterns, and spiritual energy flowed slowly along the patterns.

Dozens of glazed display cases are arranged in an orderly manner, and each case is covered with a layer of light prohibition, which not only protects the treasures inside, but also allows guests to see the whole picture clearly.

When Jiang Qiong put on the dark blue brocade robe, her fingers gently stroked the delicate cloud patterns on the fabric.

The jade token was cold to the touch, and the words "Linlang" on it were glowing faintly.

He stood in front of a display case showing the Wind Boots, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

At this time, a monk in a gray robe and carrying a medicine basket came over, and his eyes stayed on the Wind Boots for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, these Swift Wind Boots are made from the toughest leather of the third-order wind wolf, supplemented by twenty-eight secret techniques for making boots."

Jiang Qiong's voice trembled slightly, but she still mustered up the courage to introduce, "Look at the runes on the soles of these boots. They are drawn with lightning-attributed spiritual ink. When activated, they not only increase speed, but also have a paralyzing effect."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently touched the sole of his boot, and the rune suddenly lit up with a light purple light.

The gray-robed monk raised his eyebrows, took the boots and examined them carefully, and nodded after a long while: "It is indeed a good thing, how many spirit stones are there?"

"Two thousand middle-grade spiritual stones."

Jiang Qiong felt a little uneasy after he finished speaking. He had learned this price from the old servant this morning, and he was afraid that he might have made a mistake.

The monk took out a bag of spirit stones, counted out the spirit stones, and turned to leave.

Jiang Qiong looked at the spirit stone in his hand, his palms sweating slightly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

This was his first income since he came to Wanbao Island, and it was also the beginning of his foothold in this strange world. The sun gradually set, but the number of guests in the pavilion did not decrease at all.

Just as Jiang Qiong was about to take a break, a burst of arrogant laughter broke the silence of the hall.

A young man wearing a gold jade crown and a brocade robe embroidered with gold python patterns walked in with four followers holding long swords.

The man had a blood-red token hanging around his waist, with the words "Red Flame" on it exuding a hint of murderous aura.

His eyes swept around the hall and finally fell on the waitress who was introducing the jade bottle to the guests.

The waitress was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with pretty features. At this moment, she was explaining the effects of the jade bottle to the guests with a blushing face.

"Little beauty, come and play with me."

The man strode forward, emitting a strong smell of alcohol. He reached out to grab the waitress's wrist. The waitress turned pale with fear and hurriedly stepped back: "Sir, please respect yourself, this is Linlang Pavilion!"

"So what about Linlang Pavilion?" The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "No one on this Wanbao Island dares to meddle in my business!"

The followers behind him also laughed, and the other guests in the pavilion frowned, but just watched from afar.

Jiang Qiong felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He clenched the Soul Devouring Knife and quickly stepped forward to block the waitress: "Sir, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to cause trouble in Linlang Pavilion."

"Where did you come from, you bastard!" The man's eyes widened with anger, and he raised his hand to slap Jiang Qiong in the face. Jiang Qiong's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed like a ghost, and at the same time he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard.

A "crackling" sound was heard, and the man's scream instantly resounded throughout the hall. "Ah! My hand! Do you know who I am? I am Zhao Yan, the young master of the Chiyan Sect!"

Zhao Yan was sweating profusely from the pain, his eyes full of resentment. "Here I am, there are only rules." Jiang Qiong's expression was cold, and the strength of his hands increased a little.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan's followers all drew their swords and rushed over. Jiang Qiong flicked his wrist, and the Soul Devouring Sword came out of its sheath, with a dark blue blade light flashing like lightning.

With a few muffled groans, the followers were hit in the acupuncture points by the back of the knife before they could even see Jiang Qiong's movements, and fell to the ground.

The pavilion was in complete silence, and all the guests were stunned to watch this scene. The waitress' eyes were red, and she whispered, "Thank you, sir..." Jiang Qiong pushed Zhao Yan away fiercely, "Get lost! If you dare to come again, next time it won't be as simple as cutting off your hand."

Zhao Yan covered his broken wrist, looked at Jiang Qiong with resentment, and left in disgrace with his followers.

Before leaving, he gnashed his teeth and shouted:

"Boy, just wait for me!"

As night fell, Jiang Qiong changed out of her work clothes and walked out of Linlang Pavilion tiredly.

The moonlight shines on the streets, covering everything with a layer of silver.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Zhao Yan waiting there with a dozen monks.

The leading cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building stage was wearing black iron armor, and the long sword at his waist exuded a chilling aura. The cultivators behind him all had sharp auras, and the weapons in their hands glowed dimly.

"Boy, today is the day you die!" Zhao Yan had a ferocious smile on his face.

This is Master Zhou of the Black Wind Village. Killing you is as easy as pie!" Jiang Qiong tightly grasped the Soul Devouring Knife, and the runes on the blade began to flicker.

He took a deep breath, his eyes as firm as iron: "Then let's try it!"

Hall Master Zhou sneered, unsheathed his sword, and the sword energy was as frosty as frost: "You don't know whether to live or die!" His figure flashed, and he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Jiang Qiong, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at his throat.

Jiang Qiong dodged sideways and swung his knife to counterattack. The Soul Devouring Knife collided with the long sword, sparking dazzling sparks, and a powerful air wave blew up the surrounding gravel.

Upon seeing this, other monks formed battle formations and attacked from different directions.

Jiang Qiong shuttled through the flashes of swords and sabers, sometimes sweeping horizontally with the Soul-Devouring Sword, sometimes slashing vertically, and each strike carried an unstoppable momentum.

His robe was torn by the sword energy and blood oozed out, but his eyes became more fierce.

Just as Jiang Qiong was gradually feeling exhausted, several streams of light flew over from the direction of Linlang Pavilion.

Four attendants dressed in golden robes embroidered with clouds landed beside Jiang Qiong, the magic weapons in their hands emitting powerful light.

"Brother Jiang, we are here to help you!" The leading servant shouted and waved the jade fan in his hand, and a golden barrier blocked the enemy's attack.

The battle situation was reversed in an instant. Jiang Qiong and his four attendants worked in perfect harmony, sometimes attacking from both sides and sometimes making surprise attacks.

Master Zhou's face was gloomy. Seeing that the situation was not good, he shouted, "Retreat!" and tried to escape. How could Jiang Qiong let him go? He shouted, "Where are you going!" The spiritual power on the Soul Devouring Sword surged wildly, and a three-meter-long blade light broke through the air and slashed straight at Master Zhou.

Hall Master Zhou hastily raised his sword to block, but was directly knocked away by the blade's light. He fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the other monks knelt down and begged for mercy.

Jiang Qiong walked up to Zhao Yan and put the tip of the knife to his throat: "Remember, not everyone can be bullied by you."

Zhao Yan was trembling all over, his face was as pale as paper, and he nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Qiong put away the knife, his eyes indifferent.

In the moonlight, his figure seemed even taller.

This night's battle not only allowed him to gain a firm foothold in Linlang Pavilion, but also made him understand that in this world, only by being strong can one protect everything he cherishes.

Jiang Qiong looked towards Zhao Yan, thought for a while, and finally put the tip of the knife against Zhao Yan's throat. The moonlight was like frost, outlining the young man's stern outline like a sculpture, and his firm lines revealed an unquestionable murderous aura.

Zhao Yan's whole body was shaking violently, cold sweat mixed with snot dripping down his face, leaving traces of disgrace on his pale face.

The blood-red token on his waist swayed as he trembled, making a tiny and desperate sound, as if wailing for his dying life.

"Mercy...mercy!" His teeth kept chattering, his voice was broken and weak. Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed in Jiang Qiong's eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the Soul-Devouring Knife spit out the tongue of a poisonous snake, instantly sinking into Zhao Yan's throat.

Warm blood spurted on the back of Jiang Qiong's hand like a fountain, with a pungent fishy smell. Zhao Yan's wide-open eyes still retained a trace of fear, but his body had already collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"When you wanted to kill me, you didn't think about today."

Jiang Qiong whispered coldly, without a trace of mercy in her voice, and kicked the corpse away fiercely.

The corpse rolled on the ground a few times and then became motionless. Only the blood flowed on the bluestone slabs and gradually gathered into a pool of dark red.

He turned and walked towards the seriously injured Hall Master Zhou who had fallen to the ground. At this moment, the Hall Master of Black Wind Village was supporting himself on the ground with a long sword, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and dripping continuously, staining the black iron armor with spots, like a torn bloody painting.

There was a flash of despair in Master Zhou's eyes. He tried his best to get up, and an indistinct roar came out of his throat. However, Jiang Qiong stepped forward and stepped heavily on his back.

There was a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Master Zhou's spine was broken. "No..."

He whimpered with difficulty, his voice full of pain and unwillingness, and his limbs struggled in vain on the ground.

Jiang Qiong showed no mercy, however. The Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and the sword light cut through the night and directly cut off Master Zhou's head.

The warm blood splashed up half a person's height, forming a scarlet blood mist under the moonlight. The fishy and sweet smell filled the air, making people sick.

Jiang Qiong bent down and picked up the blood-colored storage device on Zhao Yan's waist, and then searched out a storage ring as black as ink from Master Zhou.

The two storage containers were cold to the touch, but the owner's body temperature was still retained on the surface, as if they were still telling the story of the life-and-death struggle that had just taken place.

He injected his spiritual power into it, and the moment his spiritual consciousness entered, he felt a strong smell of blood coming towards him, as if he was in a pool of blood.

The space inside the storage container is vast, and the most eye-catching thing is the mountains of talismans.

There are many kinds of these talismans, including the fireball talisman that exudes a flame aura. The surface of the talisman paper seems to be burning with raging fire, and the heat wave hits you in the face;

There is an ice soul symbol with ice crystal patterns on its surface, which sends a chill along the spiritual consciousness, making people shiver uncontrollably;

There are also thunder runes that flash with lightning, and purple electric light jumps between the runes, making crackling sounds.

According to a rough estimate, there are more than 300 of them, and each one has reached the level of a mid-grade talisman and is very valuable.

In addition, there are several bottles of glowing pills, with strange runes engraved on the bottles, exuding a mysterious atmosphere;
And a dozen spiritual stones sparkling with spiritual energy, emitting soft light in the storage container.

Jiang Qiong was delighted, as these trophies were enough to make him stronger.

But he did not keep it all to himself, but called together the four pavilion attendants who came to help. (End of this chapter)