Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 197 Enter and sink; a feather will not float.

"Huh...huh..."

Master Jingyue trembled with rage, cursing inwardly, but she abandoned her thoughts of suicide.

This monster is shameless and insidious to the extreme; let's not provoke it yet.

Once I've recovered my cultivation, I'll settle accounts with him completely.

Seeing the nun's eyes flicker before she finally lowered her head and remained silent, Liu Sheng raised an eyebrow, vaguely guessing her intentions.

But he didn't take it to heart.

After all, he never intended to make things difficult for her; his previous threats were merely to prevent her from contemplating suicide.

When the time is right, she will be allowed to leave.

As for interrogation or anything like that, it's unnecessary.

Based on the information gathered previously, these martial arts groups mostly act as "thugs".

Those who truly hold the reins and have a complete understanding of the situation are probably the imperial court and the Prince of Jin's residence.

Perhaps the Black Wind King knows something.

However, given the previous situation where almost everyone was an undercover agent, it's likely that even if it knew something, it was very limited.

However, it's still possible to harvest some spirit points.

He is, after all, an elder of a major martial arts sect.
Before long, under his threat, Abbess Jingyue took out all her spiritual weapons, magical artifacts, secret manuals, and other ancient items.

There weren't many items, only four, which made Liu Sheng think she was hiding something from him.

The final reward was 3218 Spirit Points.

He read through the handwritten copy of the Shuiyue Nunnery's signature martial arts technique, the "Great Brahma Light Compassionate Crossing the Calamity Sword Sutra," and memorized it.

I can't practice.

This technique has two prerequisites: one is reaching the pinnacle of the "Water Moon Sword Technique," and the other is achieving a certain level of Dao cultivation.

He didn't meet the standards for either of these, so he could only study the sword principles within them as resources for his future endeavors.

In short, saving this old nun was worthwhile, as the accumulated spiritual points have returned to over four thousand.

Once we gather another five thousand, we can transform the Yin Water Dragon.

...

Inside Qingyuan Cave, the light remained constant and unchanged.

They walked and stopped for an unknown amount of time, the ground trembled faintly, but strangely, no sound was heard.

Looking out, dozens of miles away, a dark river meanders like a dragon, flowing slowly through gorges before rushing to the sea.

Spectacular and magnificent.

But not a sound was made!

"The Weak Water River is just ahead, men, give it your all!"

The Black Wind King's face lit up with joy, but a hint of weariness flashed in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he immediately summoned a black wind.

"What a huge river!"

"finally reached!"

"Let's go, hoping for some fresh blood to eat..."

Other monsters were not to be outdone, and they all followed suit, riding on demonic winds.

A demonic wind arose from beneath Liu Sheng's feet, sweeping up Abbess Jingyue and following her.

He was now in human form as a Sky-Splitting Sparrow, not in disguise as his original self, and could only maintain this form for about an hour.

But traveling dozens of miles is enough.

Liu Sheng keenly sensed that the closer he got to the Ruoshui River, the lower the temperature was.

Moreover, the sword grass nearby gradually turned gray and black, losing its previous lushness.

A moment later, the group landed on the riverbank, and all was quiet.

It's eerily quiet!
Logically speaking, such a mighty river, rushing and surging, should be full of vitality and make a deafening noise.

But the river before us flows slowly, like silver mercury, sluggish and silent.

Like an elderly person who is nearing the end of their life.

At the end of the great river lies a vast, boundless ocean, shrouded in a thick gray fog.

In the distance, a large island seemed to rise from the vast ocean, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The riverbank was desolate, barren of vegetation, shrouded in a thick aura of death and resentment.

This is the Weak Water River!

"Is this the winding, muddy ditch you see at the entrance of the courtyard?"

Liu Sheng's lips twitched, a sense of absurdity welling up inside him.

If this great river is a muddy ditch, then the vast ocean in front is a small pond, and the large island is a stone platform in the middle of the pond.

That's ridiculous, that's laughable!

However, if this is the Weak Water River, then he needs to be careful. His eyes flickered a few times as he gazed thoughtfully at the slowly flowing river ahead.

He had previously consulted the Black Wind King and learned that in the Weak Water River, even a feather cannot float, and anyone who enters the water will sink.

Moreover, it is so exquisite that it melts the bones and soul, and must never be touched.

If one is not careful, one will turn into pus and die.

But the other monsters obviously didn't know about this.

"It should be on that island... Mango Pomelo Sago!"

The Black Wind King stroked his robe, gazing at the distant island with a sharp glint in his eyes.

That rare treasure can transform a person, regenerate severed limbs, and cleanse them of evil influences.

Perhaps it can wash away the demonic thoughts in the cassock?
"Your Majesty, we have now reached the Weak Water River, but where is the Prince of Jin's heir?"

A monster spoke, looking left and right, but found nothing.

"Are you trying to trick us?"

"Yes, yes, humans are the most cunning!"

"Your Majesty..."

The other monsters chattered and argued noisily, like hundreds of ducks quacking.

"Shut up, all of you!"

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Black Wind King, but he ultimately held back.

Its target is in the middle of that vast ocean.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, let's go take a look at that island!"

Just then, the bat demon seemed to sense something and spoke first.

It pointed to the large island in the vast ocean, said something, and then leaped into the air, revealing its true form.

It was a giant white-headed bat with a wingspan of over twenty or thirty feet.

This giant bat was enormous, with a ferocious appearance and covered in scale-like feathers. Its strength was no less than that of the Frost Wolf Demon.

With a flap of its wings, it stirred up a fierce, demonic wind and flew over.

But as soon as it flew over the Weak Water River, the bat demon suddenly stopped, then fell down and plunged into the Weak Water.

In an instant, it turned into pus and dissolved into the water.

Even the fallen feathers sank to the bottom!

A ferocious and powerful monster was reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye, not even a trace remained.

Not even a ripple was stirred!
"hiss!"

"how come……"

"White-haired man is dead?"

The other demons, seeing this, looked at each other in horror and were speechless.

This bat demon, whose strength ranked third among all demons except for the Black Wind King, died without uttering a sound.

"Could it be that the Weak Water prohibits flying?"

Liu Sheng frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He was confident in his ability to transform into a Sky-Splitting Sparrow and had previously harbored the idea of ​​flying to that large island, but before he could put it into practice, the Bat Demon beat him to it.

Seeing the bat demon's miserable state, he was overjoyed.

"Is it the mist covering the water?"

He glanced at the gray mist on the water's surface, then kicked a pebble with his toe.

"call out!"

The pebble flew through the air, landed on the water's surface, and sank in silently.

It didn't cause the slightest ripple.

As expected, it sinks immediately upon entering the water, and even a feather cannot float.

"This is the Weak Water?!"

Master Jingyue's gaze sharpened, and she muttered to herself:
"Beyond the East Sea lies a great ravine, the land of Shao Hao, where there is a mountain called Gan Mountain, from which the Gan River originates, giving rise to the Gan Abyss. There is also the Ruo River and the Qiong Sang."

This information was compiled by Shuiyue Temple from an ancient book found in a historical site.

Among them, the characteristic of weak water is that "even a feather cannot float on it".

Just like the white feathers that the bat demon had shed earlier.

But how do we get through this?
"Black Wind King, how have you been?"

Just then, the voice of the Prince of Jin's heir came from afar.

Gentle and refined, yet possessing profound wisdom.

(End of this chapter)