Lingji Island.

On the Fragrant River, luxurious painted boats drifted slowly, adorned with various exotic flowers and colorful ribbons, while numerous magical arrays were engraved on their hulls, making them incredibly stable.

The aroma of wine wafted from every painted boat, accompanied by decadent music that stirred the heart.

Besides the numerous painted boats, there were also boats coming from all directions, with figures moving about and people clinking glasses.

"I've heard that this Fragrant Painted Boat Party always attracts important figures, but I wonder who they are?"

Some people who saw this scene couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The Fragrant Painted Boat Gathering is quite famous on Lingji Island and even in many surrounding islands. Even some big shots from Qianji Island come here because of its reputation.

"That's not true."

Someone replied with a smile, "This time, it's the son of the Lord of Thousand Machines Island, Young Master Li, who has come. Piaoxiang Pavilion will naturally give him face."

"Even if it weren't for those beauties, just being able to see Young Master Li is worth it!"

The other person walked on water, not taking a boat, but flying directly towards a painted boat.

The numerous painted boats surrounding the enormous painted boat stood out prominently amidst the converging lights of the entire vessel.

On the largest and highest pleasure boat, Li Jianghai sipped fine wine and said to the person beside him:

"Brother Xuan, have you completed the tasks my father assigned me?"

Xuan Lian frowned slightly and calmly replied:

"There was this clueless little fellow who disrupted several of my men's operations before, and then he seemed to be trying to figure out my identity."

I sent men to hunt him down, but unexpectedly, this guy befriended a master and was rescued.

Li Jianghai sighed softly, his eyes flickering:

"You must remember that my father's grand plan must not be ruined, otherwise neither you nor I, nor even your master, will have a good end."

This is not an exaggeration; it is the truth!

Despite being Li Canghai's son and appearing to outsiders as someone second only to the emperor, he actually knew Li Canghai's character very well.

If he doesn't handle this matter well, he certainly won't show leniency just because he's his biological son.

"Who is that person, daring to interfere in this matter?"

Li Jianghai's eyes flashed, and he slowly said.

"According to my useless subordinate, the man was wearing red armor and carrying a giant halberd..."

Xuanlian was about to answer when he was startled. Following his gaze, he saw a person in the distance strolling on the river, walking slowly and steadily towards him.

"Um?"

The man was burly, about nine feet tall, wearing red armor, with his black hair flowing in the wind. He carried a long halberd on his shoulder, looking quite imposing.

His aura was fiery, like a walking furnace, and no one dared to approach him.

"Young Master Li, this is the person."

Li Jianghai looked up and met the gaze of the red-armored giant, as if he were seeing a pair of blazing suns!

"If I remember correctly, this person is Yan Erlang, a former disciple of the Wanling Pavilion."

"This guy is no pushover!"

"He killed his fellow disciples, left Ten Thousand Spirits Island, and is still safe and sound..."

"He killed a fellow disciple, and the Myriad Spirits Pavilion actually let him go?"

Even Xuanlian was surprised to hear this.

After all, the Myriad Spirits Pavilion is different from their Black Lotus Sect; it's not some evil or demonic sect.

Li Jianghai said calmly:

"Although this person is not young, he has not been cultivating for long. Before he was eighteen, he was a fisherman who made a living by fishing every day. It is said that he was born with superhuman strength and was an excellent swimmer."

He could always catch big fish. Even before he started practicing martial arts, his physique was already comparable to that of a grandmaster martial artist!

Once he began practicing martial arts, there was no stopping him; he reached the Martial Saint realm in just ten years. Unfortunately, he was too rigid and couldn't tolerate certain things, so he ultimately betrayed the Myriad Spirits Pavilion.

"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be this guy meddling in other people's business!"

Li Jianghai muttered to himself.

At this moment, Yan Erlang's expression was cold and stern, his gaze sweeping only over the enormous gallery, and he spoke:

"You filthy creatures, worse than pigs and dogs, using ordinary people as sacrificial offerings, stirring up trouble and committing heinous crimes, get down here now!"

The sound was so loud, like a thunderclap, that the rumbling echoed for miles, startling countless rivers and causing hundreds of galleries and pleasure boats to rock and sway as if they were about to capsize.

Not to mention the prostitutes on the ship, even some martial artists with cultivation were shocked and turned pale.

Lin Fan, who was hiding on the shore, stared at Yan Erlang's back with a look of shock in his eyes.

What incredible courage it takes to face all of this alone!

It's quite a coincidence.

He had already heard that Li Ming had come to Thousand Machine Island because of the Black Lotus Sect, so he planned to share his burdens.

Knowing that the Black Lotus Cult is a major evil cult, they certainly won't sit idly by.

Most of them have even been rebranded.

He then used the Ling family's connections to secretly investigate various islands, and only after accidentally rescuing one person did he learn the truth.

In recent years, many cults have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and almost no one in the cities cares about them.

It can be said that these evil sects and demonic cults were deliberately allowed to act, and many villages and even cities suffered, with the fate of entire families unknown!

Yan Erlang was a master he had met a few days ago.

He had a strong sense of justice and couldn't stand such things, so he investigated the matter with him.

It was eventually discovered that the reason why the city lords did not take action was actually due to the interference of the people from Thousand Machine Island!

That's why we have the current scene where Yan Erlang went to question them alone.

Feeling the storm-like momentum, Li Jianghai was also somewhat annoyed:

"What audacity! Does this guy really think he's still a true disciple of the Myriad Spirits Pavilion?"

"superior!"

With a command given.

From those hundred-plus pleasure boats, numerous figures leaped out; at a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred!

When they are in groups of three or five, each of them can almost unleash the combat power of a Martial Saint!

If a large formation of ten or a hundred people is formed, even if a Celestial Realm expert comes, they can still hold their own.

Not to mention, there were also several attendants who were protecting Li Jianghai closely... Their strength was beyond even his ability to discern, even though he had achieved a high level of enlightenment.

Xuanlian was startled, and then he realized why Li Jianghai dared to come out so swaggeringly; it turned out he had been prepared all along.

Many of these people had forcibly cultivated their skills, which was a method used by those who were willing to die for their cause.

Compared to a normal martial saint, although his lifespan is much shorter, his strength is no less.

"These chickens and dogs... think they can stop me?"

The burly man in red armor roared to the sky, his halberd swung with his movements, creating a series of booming sounds in the air.

His domineering and fierce will swept across the long river, causing everyone present to tremble as if they were being suppressed by it.

He was about to make his move.

Deal with these wicked scoundrels!

But at that moment, Yan Erlang raised an eyebrow and looked towards the other side of the river, several miles away:

"There are more experts?"

At that moment, he felt something and looked towards the painted boat in the distance.

Amidst gasps of surprise, the hundreds of pleasure boats on the other side were instantly split in two, as easily and effortlessly as slicing fruit.

It should be noted that these pleasure boats were intended for viewing.

However, this does not mean that it has no defensive capabilities whatsoever.

With just one sword strike, these hundreds of pleasure boats were split in two. Just how powerful must that be?

Many people turned around and saw only a young man in white, holding a sword, walking towards them on the river.

The moonlight shone on his back, making him appear incredibly lonely.