Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 127 Be My Brother, Mermaid
The white-haired man coldly sized up Fang Shu, then suddenly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, how does my brother's precious blood taste?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire cabin fell silent, and the eyes of the other six people immediately fell on the two of them, their expressions full of interest.

Fang Shu slightly raised his eyelids, and suddenly realized what was happening.

A half-smile played on his lips. Since the other party had been so direct, he didn't mince words and countered with a question:
"So, the younger one was killed, and now the elder has arrived... Fellow Daoist?"

The white-haired man let out a low laugh, but said:
"Yes and no. But I must thank you, fellow Daoist, for killing the white dog for me."

Otherwise, that old man, in order to keep offering tributes, would at least keep me there until the autumn imperial examinations before he would let me go up the mountain.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu raised an eyebrow, seemingly sensing a rather subtle relationship between the white-haired man, Ling Baiquan, and the old man. However, he didn't pay much attention, as it was truly difficult to discern the truth from such one-sided accounts.

At this moment, the white-haired man stared intently at Fang Shu, a hint of excitement suddenly appearing on his face.

He said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist, you not only practiced the Lead Kung Fu of my Burning Tail Pavilion, but also killed my brother White Dog. You are qualified and have guts. Why don't you become my brother!"

"Later, you'll come down the mountain with me again, kill that old bastard, and use his flesh and blood for cultivation! Then, I'll be the head of the academy, and you'll be the deputy head. All the disciples can do whatever they want with the academy. Whoever you want to fight, up or down the mountain, I'll help you fight them!"

Even though Fang Shu had imagined all sorts of scenarios between the two of them, he really hadn't expected this scene.

When the white-haired man opened his mouth, it wasn't to seek revenge, but to recruit him as a brother and to work together to kill Old Man Ling and take over the Shaowei Restaurant's business.

The other cabinmates around them looked on with strange expressions when they heard this.

While deep in thought, Fang Shu observed the white-haired man's behavior and secretly used the Dragon-Seeking Gold-Touching Insect.

As a result, from the other party's demeanor and behavior, he discovered that the other party did not seem to be lying or making empty promises. Unless—the other party's acting skills had reached a superb level, and they could even control the slightest bit of their qi and blood, which would prevent the Dragon-Seeking Gold-Catching Insect from noticing the slightest clue.

"Wait... what does this look like?"

Suddenly, Fang Shu felt a sense of urgency and realized something, instantly understanding why he felt a sense of familiarity from this man.

It wasn't just because the other party came from the Burning Tail Pavilion and also cultivated the Burning Tail Pavilion's Lead Kung Fu, but also because the other party's appearance and behavior were somewhat similar to Xiao Lili's situation after she was implanted with a pseudo-spiritual root.

Fang Shu examined it carefully, and thought to himself, "No, it's not just a little bit, it's extremely similar!"

The man's face was sharp and pointed, resembling both a human and a wolf, and his body was covered in white hair, making him look like a demon.

Eight or nine out of ten of them, like Xiao Lili, have been eroded by "external things," which have even affected their minds and temperaments.

It's just unknown whether the external object planted in the other person's body is also a spiritual root, or simply the result of taking medicine.

A hint of pity appeared in Fang Shu's eyes.

He felt even more fortunate that he hadn't joined the Shaowei Temple to cultivate.

Otherwise, judging from the experiences of Second Uncle Yu Le, Xiao Hu and his daughter, or the white-haired man in front of them, Shaowei Hall is not a good place. Once you enter, you will be unable to control your own destiny.

The white-haired man was being sized up by Fang Shu.

Seeing that Fang Shu hadn't said anything yet, a hint of hostility finally appeared on his face, and he hissed, "Hurry up and give me an answer, stop beating around the bush like a woman!"

Fang Shu hesitated for a moment, then a thought struck him. He didn't refuse, but instead smiled and said:

“Such an important matter cannot be plotted openly and secretly. Your brother and I are just about to go up the mountain. This matter needs to be discussed at length, and it is too early.”

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man also showed a thoughtful expression.

The man nodded seriously and said in a low voice, "That's right. I'll talk to you again after we get up the mountain."

After saying that, the other person closed their eyes and continued to sit confidently on their bed, no longer looking at Fang Shu.

Just as Fang Shu withdrew his gaze from the other person, the man suddenly opened his eyes again and hummed:
"By the way, a certain name, Ling Bailang."

It was unclear whether he was introducing himself to the other person or to everyone else. After speaking, he closed his eyes again, sat motionless, and never opened them again.

Fang Shu looked closely and saw that the other person's blood and qi were surging rhythmically, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Such composure earned his inward admiration. After the incident with the white wolf, the atmosphere among the people in the cabin eased considerably.

Fang Shu, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, introduced himself to Er Daiyuan and the others.

Perhaps it was because they were in the same room, and according to what Erdaiyuan said, even after arriving at the Immortal Sect, they were still all in the same group.

The atmosphere among everyone was fairly good, and even the black rat that was covering its face cooperated by introducing its origins.

The seven men spent their first night together on the boat.

In the following days.

Once everyone got used to life on the ship, they would occasionally go out of their cabins and stroll around on the deck together.

The square bundles were mixed in, neither too warm nor too cold.

Even with Hua Xiaqing, whom he was very wary of, he maintained a superficial politeness with her.

This day.

After the meal, the group went to the deck to digest their food and rest, listening to the well-informed Erdaiyuan talk about various news that interested them.

This woman spoke eloquently:

"This place is neither a lake nor an inland sea, but actually the heart of a river. However, it is the heart of a river where nine rivers converge."

Legend has it that a celestial city once stood here, named Jiujiang Celestial City, but sadly, it has long since sunk to the bottom. It is precisely because Jiujiang Celestial City sank that this place has formed a vast, sea-like landscape, usually shrouded in mist within Mount Lu, unknown to outsiders.

Everyone listened with considerable surprise.

When everyone asked how many more days it would take to reach the shore, Erdaiyuan's face showed some hesitation.

Just then, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

She pointed to one side of the transport boat and exclaimed, "Look, there's a river shark!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu and the others assumed it meant some strange or exotic creature had appeared on the river again, and didn't take it seriously. In just a few days, they had already seen all sorts of strange creatures in the river.

As a result, apart from Erdaiyuan, other fairy species also exclaimed in surprise on both sides of the deck.

On the churning river, things were constantly leaping up and falling down; upon closer inspection, they were revealed to be fair-skinned, beautiful young women.

Their bodies are plump and their faces are exquisite, but they all seem to be carved from the same mold. They don't have legs; instead, they have fish tails.

In the midst of the commotion, these "women" exposed their beautiful female bodies without reservation, and their voices were all plaintive and tearful.

Everyone on the deck was a Third Tribulation Immortal, and they all had very sharp eyes.

They could see at a glance that these "women," except for their legs, were no different from their husbands in every other part of their bodies, regardless of size or shape.

The deck was filled with noise and commotion for a moment:
"Jiang Jiao? Is that the legendary mermaid?"

Many immortal beings who were focused on cultivating diligently witnessed the exhilarating scene on the water's surface, and their blood and qi surged, their eyes becoming infatuated.

This scene even attracted the Qi Refining Immortals on the transport ship.

A voice rang out: "This is the river shark, as recorded in the Qia Wen Ji."

Those few Qi Refining cultivators seemed to be kindly introducing themselves to the group:
"There are also some in the East Sea. They are as big as a person, and all of them are beautiful women with skin as white as jade, without scales and soft and delicate."

Although these sharks have tails, their female forms are no different from those of men and women. Widows and widowers living near the sea often dig ponds to imprison and keep them, to alleviate their loneliness; their purpose is no different from that of humans.

These words, when they reached the ears of the crowd, further piqued their interest, leading many to freely comment and express their curiosity.

Soon.

The transport boat even deliberately slowed down and stopped to make it easier for the river sharks to approach. Some of the immortal creatures hiding in the cabins also came out of their cabins and gathered on the deck to watch.

(End of this chapter)