Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 220, Section 219: Don't subscribe! Happy New Year!

The floating islands hovered in the boundless sky, like isolated islands forgotten by the gods.

The island was shrouded in mist, obscuring its true appearance and revealing only a vague outline.

Ling Xiao stood on a dilapidated spaceship, gazing at the mysterious floating island in front of him.

My heart was filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

His gaze pierced through the clouds, trying to see every inch of the island, but the veil of mystery did not seem to be easily lifted.

"Is this the floating island?"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

His hands gripped the spaceship's railing tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He bought the spaceship at a high price on the black market. Although it was old and worn, it was still able to get him to the floating island.

He knew that the journey was full of unknowns and dangers, but he had no way out.

Ling Xiao came from an ordinary background; he was just a regular boy from a small town.

However, he always dreamed of exploring the unknown world and finding his own legend.

The legend of the floating island had long been ingrained in his mind; it was said to hold endless treasures and ancient secrets, enough to change a person's destiny.

Today, he finally embarked on his journey to the floating island.

The spaceship slowly passed through the clouds, and Ling Xiao felt a slight turbulence.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. As the clouds gradually dissipated, the entire floating island was revealed before his eyes.

It was a huge island, covered with strange plants and ancient buildings, as if it were a world forgotten by time.

"It seems my adventure has begun."

"I'm speaking in a low voice," Ling Xiao said, a determined glint in his eyes. The spaceship landed at the edge of the floating island, and Ling Xiao jumped off, stepping onto this mysterious land.

His feet rustled softly on the grass.

All around was quiet, with only the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves.

He looked around, his heart filled with curiosity and wariness.

"This place doesn't seem as dangerous as the rumors say."

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, but his intuition told him that danger could strike at any moment.

He walked forward cautiously, each step showing extreme care.

Suddenly, a deep roar came from not far away, breaking the silence.

Ling Xiao's heart sank. He quickly hid behind a big tree, held his breath, and observed the surrounding movements.

A huge monster slowly emerged from the forest, its body covered in hard scales, its sharp claws leaving deep marks on the ground.

Those blood-red eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if searching for prey.

Ling Xiao's heart raced. He knew this was the first danger he would encounter after setting foot on the floating island.

"Calm down, calm down."

He kept reminding himself of this.

He knew he couldn't fight them head-on; he had to find a chance to escape.

He quietly pulled a short sword from his waist; it was the only weapon he could rely on.

The short sword reflected a cold glint in the sunlight, as if reminding him that this was a life-or-death struggle.

The monster seemed to sense something; it slowly turned its head and looked in Lingxiao's direction.

Ling Xiao's heart raced; he knew he had been discovered.

The monster let out a deafening roar and charged towards Ling Xiao.

Without hesitation, Ling Xiao quickly jumped out from behind the tree and ran towards the side of the monster.

The monster was enormous and agile, but it took time to turn around.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Xiao quickly widened the distance between them. His feet moved swiftly across the grass, each step like a race against death.

"Damn, this thing is too powerful."

Ling Xiao cursed inwardly, but he knew he couldn't stop.

He kept looking around at the terrain, trying to find a place he could use.

Just as the monster was about to catch up with him, Ling Xiao saw a thicket of thorns ahead.

He rushed in without hesitation. The thorns tore his clothes and even scratched his skin, but he didn't care.

He knew he had to use this thicket of thorns to keep the monster at bay.

The monster charged towards the thicket of thorns, letting out a painful roar. Its body was scratched by the sharp thorns, and it could not go any further.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Xiao crawled out of the thorn bushes and ran away into the distance. He was filled with relief, but he also knew that this safety was only temporary.

He didn't dare stop running until he reached a wide open meadow, where he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned against a tree, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He looked down at his wound; it was somewhat painful, but not serious.

"Luckily, I reacted quickly."

Ling Xiao said in a low voice, but his heart was still full of vigilance.

He knew that there were more dangers waiting for him on the floating island.

He rested for a while, and only continued forward after confirming that he was not being caught by the monster.

This time, he was even more careful, taking each step with extra caution.

He didn't know what he would encounter next, but he knew he had to persevere.

Soon, he arrived at an ancient ruin. It was filled with broken walls and crumbling ruins, as if it were a place forgotten by time. Ling Xiao's gaze was drawn to a massive stone gate, covered in strange runes and exuding a mysterious aura.

"What is this?" Ling Xiao murmured, stepping forward and gently touching the runes. The runes emitted a faint glow under his touch, as if responding to his touch. Suddenly, a deep rumbling sound came from behind the stone door.

Ling Xiao's heart sank. He realized he might have triggered some mechanism. He quickly retreated, but it was too late. The stone door slowly opened, and a powerful gust of air rushed out, knocking Ling Xiao to the ground.

He struggled to his feet and saw a colossal figure emerge from the stone gate. It was a massive stone statue, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light, as if it possessed life. In its hand, the statue held a huge stone sword, its blade gleaming coldly and radiating a powerful aura.

"What kind of monster is this?" Ling Xiao was horrified. He knew he was in even greater danger this time. The stone statue slowly raised the stone sword in its hand and slashed down towards Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao reacted swiftly, dodging the attack, but the stone sword's blade still managed to cut a gash in his clothes. He knew he couldn't fight head-on; he had to find an opportunity to counterattack.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings, looking for something he could use. His gaze fell on a huge rock. He ran over, pushed the rock over, and rolled it towards the statue. The statue stumbled slightly, its movement faltering.

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Taking advantage of the moment, Ling Xiao drew a short sword from his waist and stabbed it at the statue's knee. Although the statue's body was incredibly hard, Ling Xiao's short sword still left a deep mark on its knee.

The stone statue let out an angry roar, and the stone sword in its hand slashed down at Ling Xiao again. This time, Ling Xiao did not dodge, but blocked the stone sword with his short sword. The short sword made a crisp snapping sound under the impact of the stone sword.

Ling Xiao's arm was numb from the shock, but he persevered. Using the force of the stone sword's impact, he quickly jumped behind the statue and thrust his short sword at its back.

Although the statue's back was equally hard, Ling Xiao's short sword still managed to leave a deep wound on it. The statue let out a painful roar, its body swaying slightly. Ling Xiao knew this was his chance to retaliate.

He quickly picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it against the statue's head. The stone struck the statue's head with a dull thud.

The stone statue shook even more violently before finally crashing to the ground. Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief; he knew he had escaped death again. He leaned against the statue, panting heavily.

He was exhausted, but also felt a sense of accomplishment. He knew he had successfully averted the crisis. He rested for a while, and only continued forward after confirming he was unharmed. He knew more dangers awaited him on the floating island, but he was prepared.

Soon, he arrived at a mysterious forest. The trees here were tall and ancient, as if they were the guardians of this land. Ling Xiao cautiously entered the forest, taking each step with extreme care. He didn't know what this forest held, but he knew he had to be careful.

Suddenly, a deep roar came from the woods. Ling Xiao's heart sank. He quickly hid behind a large tree, held his breath, and observed the surrounding movements.

A huge wolf slowly emerged from the woods, its entire body covered in black fur, its sharp claws leaving deep marks on the ground. Its blood-red eyes gleamed with a ferocious light, as if searching for prey.

"Another monster," Ling Xiao muttered, his heart filled with vigilance. He knew he had to be careful. He quietly drew a short sword from his waist, his only weapon. The short sword reflected a cold glint in the sunlight, as if reminding him that this was a life-or-death struggle.

He cautiously emerged from behind the tree and walked towards the monster. The monster seemed to sense something; it slowly turned its head and looked in Ling Xiao's direction.

Ling Xiao's heart raced; he knew he had been discovered. The monster let out a deafening roar and charged towards Ling Xiao.

Just as Ling Xiao continued walking, a soft sound of footsteps came from behind him.

He quickly stopped and turned around, only to see a figure slowly emerging from the woods.

It was a person wearing a black cloak, which covered his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes that gleamed with a mysterious light.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiao asked warily, his hand gripping the short sword tightly, ready to deal with any possible danger.

"My name is Nightshade," the man said in a low voice, slightly hoarse. "I'm also here to explore the floating islands."

Ling Xiao was filled with doubt; he didn't know the mysterious person's true identity or purpose. But he knew he couldn't easily trust anyone.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xiao continued, his gaze fixed on Ye Ying, trying to glean some information from his eyes. "I've been exploring the island and stumbled upon you by chance."

Nightshade smiled slightly, his smile carrying a hint of mystery, "You are very brave, facing the demonic wolf and the stone statue alone and managing to escape unscathed."

Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat; he knew this mysterious person might not be simple. But he remained vigilant, not letting his guard down. "What do you want?" Ling Xiao asked, his voice tinged with coldness.

"What I want is the same as what you want," Nightshade said softly, "the secret of the floating island." Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He knew that this mysterious person might be a powerful opponent, or he might be an ally.

But he knew he couldn't easily trust anyone. "Then what should we do?" Ling Xiao asked, his gaze fixed on Ye Ying, trying to read some information from his eyes.

"We can cooperate."

Nightshade smiled slightly, a hint of mystery in his smile. "The secret of the floating island cannot be uncovered by one person alone." Ling Xiao's heart stirred slightly; he knew this mysterious person might not be simple. But he remained vigilant, not letting his guard down.

"Cooperation?" Ling Xiao said in a low voice, his heart filled with doubt. "Why should you trust me?"

"Because we all want the same thing."

Nightshade said in a low voice, "And I believe you." Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He knew that this mysterious person might not be simple. But he remained vigilant and did not let his guard down.

"Alright," Ling Xiao said in a low voice, his heart filled with doubt. "We can cooperate, but you must listen to me." Ye Ying smiled slightly, his smile carrying a hint of mystery. "No problem."

Ling Xiao's breathing was steady and deep, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned the surrounding environment.

He knew that endless dangers lurked within this seemingly tranquil forest. The short sword in his hand was his only refuge. "This sword was left to me by my father."

Ling Xiao murmured to himself, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. His father was a master swordsman who had taught him swordsmanship since he was a child. Although his father had passed away many years ago, those days of sword practice were deeply etched in his heart.

He slowly raised the short sword, its tip pointing to the sky. Sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a dazzling light. His fingers gently caressed the hilt, feeling its familiar texture. Though the sword was simple, it possessed boundless power in his hands.

"Swordsmanship is not just about technique, but also about cultivating the mind."

My father's words seemed to echo in my ears.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and banished all the distracting thoughts from his mind. His heart was at peace, with only the sword in his hand and the empty space before him remaining. He slowly swung his short sword, the tip slicing through the air with a soft whistling sound.

This sword strike was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or lingering.

Where the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving a faint trace.

"The essence of swordsmanship lies in the fluidity and naturalness between each move."

Ling Xiao silently chanted in his heart. His movements gradually quickened, the short sword dancing in his hand like a nimble silver snake. The sword light flashed, each swing carrying a sharp and fierce aura.

(End of this chapter)