Chapter 103: The Visitor from the Netherworld

"The Secret Mansion of the Underworld River?" Lu Qian immediately became alert, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Some time ago, he had obtained the secret map of the Underworld River, for which several bounties had been placed on him.

Yet, he had found no leads.

Since two factions valued it so highly and had issued hefty rewards, it must hold some special significance.

Now, hearing news of the Secret Mansion of the Underworld River, how could he not feel thrilled?

After all, the mansion’s owner, Tianhe, was once the overlord of this generation. The legacy left behind surely was no ordinary matter.

"So prepare yourself well. This gathering will see the convergence of forces from all directions—not only the top ten powers of the eight cities on Wanxiang Island, but also the Seven Warriors of Tongyou from the north, the Disastrous Treasure Garden and the Fangcun Demon Kingdom from the south, and many other sects and wanderers sending representatives," Cui Shan recalled the scene and couldn’t help but click his tongue, "With masters from all eight directions assembling, who knows how many will die this time?"

Wanxiang Island’s strength was not weak, with a population close to ten million.

The eight cities were controlled by major halls and clans.

In Blackwater City, there was the Lingbo Tower, the Yinwind Cave, and the Tianhe Association; next door in Black Mountain City, the Smoke Cave and the Hidden Sun Hall...

All these gathered formidable experts and traitors, so their power was naturally considerable.

Hence, this was bound to be a fierce contest of dragons and tigers.

"Tongyou..." Lu Qian smiled faintly. Could he be seeing old friends again?

This was no longer their controlled realm of thousands of miles, and with the concealment of the Yellow Springs Yin Seal, even if standing before them, they probably wouldn’t detect him.

Yet, Lu Qian was puzzled as to why he was invited to join.

He was not a disciple but merely a guest scholar.

Though bound by a contract, it only restricted how many pills he had to submit monthly, not a blood curse controlling his life.

Could they harbor doubts about him? Were they trying to probe his true nature?

As for the Tongyou Sect, it seemed he would have to keep a low profile this time.

At the very least, he couldn’t reveal his true condition in front of everyone.

However, the Water Decree Golden Talisman must be obtained; it concerned a legacy.

Lu Qian did not even possess a cultivation method at the Spirit Nourishing stage.

There were still fifteen days until the first day of next month.

Lu Qian tidied his belongings. The treasures that must not be exposed included the Blood-transforming Demon Blade, the Form Refining Banner, and the Seven Kills Yin Talisman Sword.

Also, the Yin Gui True Water had to remain hidden.

The only artifacts available for use that resembled fish and dragon were the God-slaughtering Dagger and Dragon Skin Armor.

The next day.

By the Tongtian River.

The sky over the river was thick with dark clouds, lightning flashing intermittently.

Occasional thunderclaps roared deafeningly, shaking the yin spirits of cultivators.

Apart from experts in the late Spirit Nourishing stage and above, others were somewhat weakened during the thunderstorm season.

The river surface was shrouded in mist year-round, with countless hidden reefs.

A massive wave-breaking ship floated on the water.

This ship was ten zhang tall, with eight decks.

Its hull was clad in iron plates, which were covered with densely drawn talismans in vermilion ink.

The wave-breaking ship was extremely sturdy, able to ram through reefs directly without wind propulsion.

Such a ship cost one hundred thousand magic coins and was a symbol of the Lingbo Tower’s formidable strength.

On the shore, besides Lingbo Tower’s wave-breaking ship, there was also a flying shuttle three zhang wide and ten zhang long hovering in the air—the Floating Cloud Shuttle of the Yinwind Cave in Blackwater City.

Lu Qian also spotted a huge black whale with red patterns, standing seven stories tall with wooden pavilions on its back—this was the Soul Refining Black Whale of the Tianhe Association.

The whale was a puppet implanted with human souls.

Beyond that, in the distant sky, blood clouds darkened the heavens.

Faint silhouettes of ghost heads, yakshas, and green corpses appeared.

Monsters amidst the smoky haze...

Old cultivators with copper skin and iron bones, snake-headed and eagle-bodied beasts, strange tribes with blue hair and square pupils, fish-bodied dog-headed strange fish, invisible yin flames, and terrifying zombies, all flashed with colorful magical lights.

Demons and monsters danced chaotically, like a grand assembly of all妖.

Occasionally, a few normal people stood out as abnormal here.

An oppressive aura hung over the entire island, as if a great stone weighed heavily on the hearts of all mortals.

“Greetings, sir.”

The sailors and laborers saluted in unison.

Lu Qian slowly boarded the ship. Most of the sailors on board were fish-headed humanoids known as the Fishhead Folk.

Legend had it that this race lived in water for generations, thus evolving into fish-headed human forms.

Upon boarding, Lu Qian did not see the Tower Master but was led directly to the second deck.

According to the hall’s grouping, Lu Qian belonged to the Alchemy Hall and thus was under the alchemy steward’s command.

“Fish-Dragon Daoist, this is Alchemy Steward Lu Tai Daoist,” a tall, thin Daoist introduced.

This was Yang Xing, the newly appointed alchemy steward.

Standing before them was the bird-beaked Daoist Lu Qian had seen on the third floor before.

This man had a hooked red bird-like beak, white eyebrows slanting upwards, and a comb-shaped bone structure from forehead to back of the head.

Lu Qian had heard of him; his body refining bloodline was that of the Eagle-beaked Fu Yao, one of the exotic beasts.

“Fish-Dragon Guest Scholar?” Lu Tai Daoist’s bird beak opened and closed, emitting a hoarse, harsh sound. “Don’t slow us down, or… I’ll kill you!”

Boom!

Lu Tai Daoist suddenly appeared before Lu Qian, his blood-red pupils gleaming with murderous intent.

Lu Qian met his gaze calmly, unshaken.

“Heh heh, not bad courage,” Lu Tai Daoist smiled slightly. “Let me explain the rules in advance: any treasure obtained at sea, I take thirty percent. The Water Decree Golden Talisman is mine.”

“Yes, sir!” Yang Xing replied.

The other two hesitated before reluctantly bowing their heads: “As you command.”

Seeing them comply, Lu Qian nodded in agreement.

Besides them, there were a dozen or so Qi refining Daoists who had no right to speak.

Seeing everyone submit, Lu Tai Daoist laughed heartily.

Boom!

The wave-breaking ship roared to life, the whole vessel glowing faintly red before surging forward.

The ship plunged into the mist.

The fishman onboard seemed to possess special abilities like the water-dwelling folk, not only avoiding the aerial thunderstorm but also steering clear of hidden reefs.

Lu Qian observed that other factions had their own secret methods of crossing the river.

Of course, some reckless ones who disbelieved the warnings were struck down by the storm, their souls scattered.

The ship sailed across the vast Tongtian River.

There was no entertainment on board, so Lu Qian returned to his cabin to meditate and cultivate.

Elsewhere.

On a ghostly green flaming ship shaped like a human-faced ghost, several cultivators clad in yellow Daoist robes stood at the prow.

At the front stood a young man wearing a yellow crown, his face like white jade, flanked by two Spirit Nourishing stewards and several Qi refining Daoists.

Had Lu Qian been there, he would have recognized them as members of the Tongyou Sect.

Among them were familiar faces: Yu Ci, and Li Yutong, who had just entered the Spirit Nourishing stage.

The Quiet Master Miaoming gazed intently at a bounty list in his hands.

It was a wanted list ranking fugitives sought by various factions along with their bounties.

“Number one is Late Dao Foundation Xiangliu, bounty eight million; number two, Mid Dao Foundation Dragon Soaring Sword Immortal, bounty two million... Number forty-six, Early Spirit Nourishing Lu Qian, bounty seventy thousand. Heh, quite a reputation he’s made.”

Quiet Master Miaoming folded the list and glanced at Yu Ci and Li Yutong, smiling, “I heard you’ve both interacted with Lu Qian. What do you think of him?”

“Meticulous and ruthless. Highly talented, yet never reveals his hand,” Li Yutong summarized.

Yu Ci felt a complex mix of emotions. They had entered the sect the same year, yet while she was still struggling, he had already made a name for himself.

“The evaluation is high. When I catch him, I’ll see if he’s as tough as you say, hahaha,” Quiet Master Miaoming laughed arrogantly as a Yellow Springs Yin Fire Cold Crow circled above his head.

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