Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 356: Victory
Lingyin stuck her head out and made two bird calls towards the fragments in Weixi's palm.

This was rare, after all, Lingyin usually spoke human language. Thinking of the order he had given the bird, Wei Xi was quite surprised: Could this Shengde Stone be the core of the Hunxiao Treasure Ship?

Wei Xi, whose moral standards were identified by Sheng Deshi as questionable, could not see anything special about this fragment.

Although Wei Xi's moral level is not worth mentioning, her life is really precious. She brainstormed at the stone.

"Wait a minute," Wei Xi suddenly had an idea. "This ship! Xia Xin calls this ship the Dusk-Dawn Treasure Ship! Could this thing be a magical weapon?"

Once this large ship composed of yin and yang energy is regarded as some kind of strange magical weapon, the fragment of Shengde Stone in Wei Xi's hand has a reasonable explanation: the Hunxiao Treasure Ship may have once belonged to a cultivator of the Wanjian Sect.

Due to the backward knowledge transmission model of the immortal cultivation world, trying to find records of a rare magical weapon in thousands of years of history is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even though the Wanjian Sect is known for its sword cultivation, magical weapons are not something that can be refined and used by just one person. Who knows if a disciple of the Wanjian Sect might have scavenged it from a remote corner!
Also, Wei Xi looked at the giant ship with a subtle expression. Is this thing really a magical weapon? She has never heard of a magical weapon composed purely of yin and yang energy.

Wei Xi bit her lips, and the fishy-sweet taste spread from strong to light in her mouth.

After turning his eyes, Wei Xi's gaze was fixed on the battle flag fluttering in the wind on the deck.

At this distance, Wei Xi, who had good eyesight, could even see the name embroidered on it.

Wei Xi blinked, then quickly looked away.

The densely packed names on the battle flag began to move one after another.

It's a pity it's too late.

Shouts, the sound of a sharp weapon breaking flesh, and howls of pain all poured into Wei Xi's ears. The shock was so great that she half-knelt on the ground, covering one ear with one hand and wailing silently.

"Come quickly! The rift has opened! What are those people doing? Monsters..."

"I don't want to die! I just found the spiritual stone vein! I'm not the one who should die!"

"Master! I am willing to sacrifice my body today to fight for a glimmer of hope for the common people!"

"Quan Yin! If you go, I will never live alone!"

……

Strong reluctance, boundless fear, and deep pain overwhelmed Wei Xi like a tide, as if thousands of people had died in front of her, otherwise how could blood flow down her palms.

"Damn it! Wei Xi, wake up! Qin Feng, hit her!"

"Xiaoxi! Xiaoxi!!"

Wei Xi felt a pain in her chest and barely recovered from her collapse. It turned out that Lingyin had sneaked into her clothes and bit her.

Qin Feng, wrapped in leather on his shoulders, kept struggling, trying to come out to help.

On the Hunxiao treasure ship, Wei Xi didn't dare to let anyone out - the board under their feet was holding the corpse of an unlucky casual cultivator who died with his eyes open, and his turbid eyes were staring at Wei Xi with resentment.

"Lian Gou-yu! What's your idea? Xiao Xi! Let me out! You've already been in danger several times in such a short time!"

Qin Feng's voice was a little muffled, but his anxiety did not diminish in the slightest.

"Auntie! I tried my best! If you come out from inside, no matter how powerful Wei Xi is, he can't save you!" "He's right, this Dingsheng Banner is not something to be trifled with! Fellow Daoist, don't put your fingers on the wrong place!"

Wei Xi paused his finger on the trigger, narrowed his eyes, put on a calm expression, and then turned his head away.

I saw a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard sitting on the edge of the boat with his legs crossed, a strange-looking thing hanging on his arm, looking at Wei Xi with amusement.

Wei Xi has always been cautious. Before hiding, he checked the surroundings to make sure there was no one there. Now that someone appeared quietly, the first thing that came to his mind was to strike first.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't do anything. The poison on your arrow is really good, as vicious as the one Feng Cancan used to pierce the throat. Every generation has its own talented people. I admire you!"

Seeing Wei Xi step back, the man clapped his hands, jumped down and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"

With a "whoosh", the arrow pierced through the middle-aged man's heart without leaving any trace.

The unharmed middle-aged man said helplessly, "Little Taoist friend, you have no moral integrity! Which sect are you from? I want to file a complaint!"

Wei Xi sneered, "I won't change my name, and I won't change my surname! Listen carefully! I'm Lin Qinlan from the Huaixin Sect! Even if you don't complain, I'll still look down on you!"

"You kid," the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it! I was just teasing you! That piece of leather on your shoulder is quite rare. It looks like the skin of a demon from southern Xinjiang. The craftsmanship is really good!"

Wei Xi was stunned: she saw with her own eyes that the skin wrapped around Qin Feng was stripped off by Lian Gou. The origin of Lian Gou was quite strange, but this person seemed to know a lot about this skin and this kind of strange material. He was very likely a weapon refiner.

The burning sensation in his palms had not yet dissipated when Wei Xi suddenly had a bold idea: Could it be that this slightly sloppy man in front of him was the mysterious disciple of the Wanjian Sect?
On one hand, there is the uneasiness of being unable to protect himself, and on the other hand, there is the aroused curiosity. Wei Xi is in a dilemma.

"Who is it?" Qin Feng, who was in the leather, straightened up and asked cautiously, "Is there anyone alive here?"

"Thank you! Fellow Daoist wrapped in leather! You once again treated me like a dead man!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's sarcastic remarks, Wei Xi said sincerely: "...A living person wouldn't be shot by an arrow and remain unscathed!"

"Technically, I'm dead," the middle-aged man said nonchalantly, "but in some ways, I'm still alive, in my most essential state... or form, whichever you prefer."

"Anyway, I found something interesting about you, and for fun, I decided to help you guys out. How about escaping?"

Wei Xi was not moved by the middle-aged man's proposal at all. He raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Are you from the Wanjian Sect?"

"I was wondering what that bird was looking for!" The middle-aged man suddenly realized, "So it's a token! But where did you get that ugly bird? It even has a pair of eyes on its wings? Is using it to speak some unique form of cultivation?"

"I'm mute," she added tactfully, "Senior!" out of consideration for her own life.

"No wonder you didn't get defeated despite all the pain just now," the middle-aged man touched his chin. "It seems you've suffered a lot. Even the Dingsheng Banner can't do anything to you..."

Without waiting for Wei Xi to ask, the middle-aged man continued, "I'm not from the Wanjian Sect, but the stone in your hand is indeed the waist badge of a Wanjian Sect disciple, and the Dingsheng Banner belongs to her."

"But Tang Yin is dead, the Dingsheng Banner has lost control, and the waist badge she left behind is also broken. I guess the one in your hand is the only one left."

Wei Xi covered her ears with one hand because her other hand was pressing Qin Feng's shoulder.

To improve my impression points, I dieted and exercised, which resulted in me being unable to write a single word while staring at my phone last night. All I could think about was, "Hungry! I'm so hungry! I want braised pork!" The funniest thing is, I weighed myself this morning and found I'd gained 0.2 kg. Hahahahahaha!