Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

There was no strong wind or heavy snow; just scattered snowflakes danced in the quiet sea fog.

Thin flakes of snow drifted through the mist and slowly fell, melting silently upon contact with the warm seawater, leaving not a trace of white on the surface.

Only those that fell on the ship's sides, masts, and decks accumulated a thin layer of white for a brief period.

The surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

The waves gently lapped against the hull, and the sound of the oars cutting through the water seemed to be mostly absorbed by the thick fog, muffled and not carrying far.

Fog shrouded the sea, snow blanketed the sky and earth, and all that could be seen was a gray sky, dark blue water, and snowflakes drifting aimlessly across the land.

Lin Mu stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell into his palm, instantly turning into a small, cool water stain.

Gu Qingyi straightened her clothes, walked to his side, and looked into the distance, which was blurred by the thick fog.

"Snow falling at sea, this is the first time I've ever seen it."

The sea fog rolled in layer by layer, and the snowflakes were still drifting slowly, settling on the top of the mast and accumulating a small patch of white.

Gu Qingyi exhaled a puff of white breath, turned her head to look at Lin Mu, her brows and eyes softened by the snow, and said, "This journey across the ocean, snow falling at sea is a rare sight. Why don't you compose a poem to suit the occasion?"

Lin Mu looked at the vast sea of ​​fog, snowflakes falling one after another before his eyes, "Alright, I'll give it a try. Please don't laugh at me if I don't do well, Brother Gu."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the sea surface, a mixture of snowflakes and mist, and for a moment it seemed as if he had returned to the small boat where they first met.

He thought for a moment, then casually recited a few lines:

"The vast waves meet the cold sky, and the sea mist fills the boat with snow on the side."

The future is uncertain; I'll drift north with the wind, heading towards the clouds and mist.

As soon as they finished speaking, the sea breeze, carrying fine snowflakes, swept over their shoulders.

Gu Qingyi listened quietly, then looked up at the distant sea obscured by thick fog. She read the last two lines aloud again, nodding, "The scenery is the scene before my eyes, and the heart is the matter in my heart; it's quite fitting."

After listening, Lin Mu habitually observed the glowing dots of the skull in his mind again.

The point of light remained quiet and still, without the slightest abnormality.

On the vast, snowy sea, the large ship parted the thin fog and continued its journey north at a leisurely pace.

Finally, the snow that had been falling for a day and a night stopped.

Sunlight filtered through gaps in the clouds and fell on the sea, as if someone had lifted a corner of the thick gray cloth, allowing the sunlight to spread out again.

The fleet weighed anchor again, the sails billowing in the wind, and the six large ships lined up in a row, continuing their northward voyage along the sea.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the sea breeze felt like knives on our faces. But after we reached the open sea, far from the land, the snow stopped falling. It was as if the snow had fallen just to bid farewell, and then disappeared once the ship was far away.

After another three months of sailing, the weather gradually warmed up, and the sea breeze was no longer so harsh.

Sunlight falls on the sea, breaking into golden ripples that rise and fall with the waves.

Lin Mu stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the sea area ahead that had not yet been marked with any symbols. Suddenly, the light spot representing the skull in his mind began to act strangely.

The flickering light was a beat faster than usual, as if reminding him of something.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. The rhythm of the light dot jumping deep in his consciousness did not change, and it always pointed steadily in the same direction.

He opened his eyes, turned to the helmsman, and said, "Keep going, keep going."

The fleet sailed on the vast sea for another three hours. The sunlight fell on the deck at an angle, lengthening the shadows of the masts.

Chapter 338 Crescent Moon Island

Lin Mu stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the unmarked expanse of water ahead. After estimating the distance, he spoke again: "Hard to port."

The helmsman responded and turned the rudder, the hull slowly turned, the bow cut through the water, and it glided in a new direction.

After another hour, the air ahead suddenly seemed to be stirred by something, as if an invisible stone had hit the surface of the water, and ripples spread outwards from the bow of the boat.

Lin Mu frowned and raised his hand to signal the fleet to slow down.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the fleet witnessed it. The flagship carrying Lin Mu suddenly vanished right before their eyes.

The ship behind followed through the ripples, and suddenly the view opened up, revealing a huge semi-circular island that looked like a crescent moon stranded on the sea.

Lin Mu stood on the ship's side, looking at the outline of the island. Sunlight fell on the island's dense canopy of trees, which was greener, denser, and wilder than the game map he remembered.

He gripped the gunwale, then released it, and turned to shout behind him, "Pass down the order: all ships, drop anchor and do not approach the shore."

Chunxing poked her head out from behind the mast: "What's wrong, son-in-law? Have we arrived?"

Lin Mu nodded: "We've arrived, but the situation on the island is still unclear. I'll go up and explore first."

After he finished speaking, he jumped over the gunwale onto the small boat and rowed towards the shore.

Lin Mu spent two days exploring the island, figuring out the terrain and the distribution of monsters. Only after confirming that there was no large-scale potential threat did he issue the order to dock to the fleet via telepathy.

He stood on a rock that rose above the sea, watching the six large ships slowly sail into Crescent Bay. He took out a hardcover notebook that he had been carrying with him for the past two days, opened it to the contents of his notes, and looked down at the words he had written.

After months at sea, the ship sailed further into the distance, the sea and sky merging into one, no islands in sight, only endless clouds and water. One day, as if a stone had been thrown into the void, ripples spread outwards. The flagship suddenly vanished, and suddenly, before them lay an island.

Looking down at it, it resembles a half-submerged crescent moon lying horizontally amidst the azure waves; hence the name "Azure Moon."

The coastline is jagged, with prominent headlands that either curve into bays or jut out into the sea.

The island's terrain is predominantly north-facing, with flat, open plains and wastelands where the Bone Demon Cave lies hidden. At its easternmost point, a sheer cliff rises sharply towards the sea, with the entrance to the Bull Demon Temple carved into the rock. In the southwest, a depression lies deep in mud, where the Corpse Demon's lair is concealed.

[On the west side lies a bay, crescent-shaped, where the remains of an ancient fishing village still stand, making it a rare, sheltered harbor on the island. In the middle, rolling hills rise and fall, covered in shrubs, with no towering mountains, only scattered rocky hills and low trees. The shoreline is half shallow sand and half black reefs, constantly eroded by the ebb and flow of the tides.]

Viewed from the ocean, it resembles a half-moon, floating and sinking amidst the blue waves, its edges fragmented, utterly still.

Lin Mu closed his notebook, looked up at the bay, and saw six large ships slowly lowering their sails and approaching the shore. The ships swayed gently with the waves, and their hulls brushed against the shallow sand, making a low rustling sound.

He chose to settle on the north shore of the circular island, which is the right side of the Crescent Moon Island map in the game. It is close to the Bone Demon Cave, and also close to the Corpse Demon Cave and the Bull Demon Temple, making it convenient for subsequent monster hunting and resupply.

As for the fishing village ruins on the other side of Crescent Island, they have been in ruins for countless years and are no longer usable.

He looked down on that fishing village when he was playing the game.

The supply outposts and monster-farming maps are so far apart; it's obvious that Shanda (the game developer) wants to charge a teleportation fee.

Now that I'm in charge, I must break this bad habit and set up camp as close to the cave entrance as possible.

As everyone set up camp, Lin Mu led a group of men to the Bone Demon Cave, the closest cave to the stronghold.

The monsters inside the cave were far less powerful than those in the jungle maze. Skeleton spearmen, skeleton axemen, evil spirit zombie kings... they were easy to fight. Lin Mu relied on poison and three summoned creatures to clear the way, and in just two days, he led his team all the way to the fifth level of the Bone Demon Cave.

It was a huge underground domed hall, with the ceiling arching high upwards, blocking out the light of day. Only faint, cold phosphorescent lights seeped from the cracks in the rock walls, their eerie glow flickering in the darkness, barely illuminating the entire space.

The ground was a jumble of cracked, gray-black rocks, with broken bones and fragments scattered everywhere. Several thick, jagged stone pillars rose from the ground, their surfaces covered with indistinct ancient runes, as if worn smooth by time.

Lin Mu remembered that random teleportation scrolls couldn't be used in this area of ​​the game. He tried it and found that it was indeed the case. He then turned to warn the others, "You can't use random teleportation scrolls here. Be careful. If you can't manage, retreat. Don't be reckless."

The group slowed their pace and advanced further in, clearing out the smaller monsters one by one, until the figure in the depths came into view.

The figure was tall and imposing, mostly reduced to a skeleton, with only a few remnants of withered flesh clinging to it. A head of snow-white hair cascaded loosely over its shoulders. Grotesque fanged bone armor adorned its shoulders, and a tattered, dark red cloak trailed behind it, its edges decaying and fluttering slowly in the eerie winds of the cave. In its hand it gripped a massive bone staff, its head layered with pale skull fragments, the empty eye sockets emanating a faint, grayish-black miasma. On its half-withered, half-skeletal face, two eerie green flames flickered in its eye sockets.

Lin Mu recognized this as the Yellow Spring Cult Master, the highest BOSS of the Bone Demon Cave.

He raised his hand and unleashed a mental revelation. A flash of white light appeared above the Yellow Springs Cult Master's head, followed by several lines of data that surfaced in his consciousness:

[Lord of the Underworld, HP 3000000, Attack 150-300, Defense 80-120, Magic Resistance 50-100].

Its strength is average, and it's still a bit weaker than the Rainbow Demon Lord.

Lin Mu didn't wait long. He raised his hand and unleashed a double poison of red and green. The gray-green and dark red mist precisely enveloped the half-withered, half-skeletal body of the Yellow Spring Cult Master, and poison damage numbers immediately popped up above his head.

-110, -110, -110...

Although they had already witnessed the potency of the poison while fighting monsters on the previous levels, the group, especially the Taoists, couldn't help but stir up a bit when they saw the string of numbers continuously popping up above the Yellow Springs Master's head.

Someone whispered, "The damage from this green poison... and the speed at which it pulsates, truly worthy of being called a Celestial Venerable."

Lin Mu did not turn around or respond to the whispers. He simply raised his hand to signal, and the three summoned creatures immediately pounced on him.

A flash of white light appeared on the skull, slicing into the side of the Yellow Springs Cult Leader. The Dragon Slayer Blade, wrapped in silvery-white blade light, slashed down with a gaping, deadly strike.

-2064.

The divine beast pounced from the flank, spewing a mouthful of flame at the feet of the Yellow Springs Cult Master:

-591.

The Moon Spirit hovered in mid-air, and with a push of her palms, two bright yellow energy balls alternately smashed onto the bone armor, exploding into two dazzling bursts of light.

-5917.

Chapter 339 The True Lord of the Underworld

When the damage numbers popped up, the few Canghai Guardians who were nearby saw it clearly, and their hands, which were making fire talismans, paused for a moment.

"...This damage is too strong! It's almost six thousand damage in one hit! My fire talisman only dealt seventy or eighty damage."

"Is this really a summoned creature?..."

At the same time, several guardians of the Canghai Sect behind him also summoned their own divine beasts. Although they were not as tall and majestic as Lin Mu's divine beast, they were enough to hold back the Yellow Spring Sect Master's flanking fire.

More than twenty divine beasts surrounded the Yellow Springs Cult Master, forming two layers around him. They breathed fire and blocked his path, like several boulders moved to his feet, compressing his movement space layer by layer.

The warriors couldn't squeeze in and could only watch helplessly from the outside, while the mages and Taoists took the opportunity to steadily output damage from a safe distance. Lightning, fire talismans, and poison mist alternately landed on the Yellow Spring Cult Master, slowly reducing its health bar.

After a while, everyone realized that apart from his ground-pounding attack every three minutes that ignored the target's range, the Yellow Spring Cult Leader almost never attacked anyone. He just stood there taking the beatings. He tried to move aside, but he was blocked and couldn't move an inch.

Why is the Yellow Springs Cult Leader just standing there taking a beating?

Now everyone in the Canghai Camp knows that all of this is thanks to Lin Mu's poison, which has kept the Yellow Spring Cult Master's hatred firmly locked on Lin Mu from beginning to end, preventing him from attacking anyone else.

In this way, they quickly wore down the Yellow Springs Cult Leader.

The bone staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud. The half-withered, half-skeletal body swayed for a moment, then slowly collapsed forward, raising a cloud of dust.

Lin Mu stopped and looked at the small piece of trash that had fallen to the ground.

A dozen or so bottles of instant recovery potions and two bottles of blessing oil.

He stood there thinking, "My luck is still so bad. It's all fake."

There are two Yellow Spring Cult Leaders on the fifth floor of the Bone Demon Cave. They look exactly alike, but one is real and the other is fake.

The skeleton had already warned him.

The real ones drop items, the fake ones only drop potions, just like this one.