Chapter 087: Blue Moonlight (Sixteen)

Before finding the evil cultivator, Chen Yunli had no idea about the "mark" left on him by Luo Qifang, nor had he ever thought that the so-called "mark" could be a knife wound that ran diagonally from his forehead to his right ankle, almost splitting him in half.

Being so seriously injured, the evil cultivator no longer had the energy to cause trouble. In fact, just finding a place to hide had used up all the remaining strength he had from his serious injuries.

Chen Yunli and Luo Qifang found him in a cave. Cold water dripped down from the stalactites on the cave ceiling, and over the years, a shallow pit was formed, filled with light milky white water.

The evil cultivator lay down in front of the puddle, dipped his fingers into the water, and tremblingly put it into his mouth.

His wound had begun to rot, and the spiritual power under the knife wound was like a living thing, jumping in his flesh and blood, violently destroying his organs and tissues, making him weaker and weaker.

Evil cultivators were once the most tenacious beings in the world of cultivation, comparable to rats and cockroaches in the human world. They acted without scruples, and therefore always had endless ways to save their lives.

This person was originally one of this kind of people, but unfortunately he met Luo Qifang.

Luo Qifang is a sword cultivator who has reached the maximum level of using the host's force to counter attack. His spiritual power forms a system of its own after leaving his body. After entering the enemy's body, he will fight in a guerrilla manner, sucking the host's vitality while attacking the host unreasonably - until the host dies.

This created a phenomenon.

The more life-saving tricks an evil cultivator has, and the longer he lives, the stronger the spiritual power that invades his body will be, and the greater and more thorough the damage to his body will be.

In another sense, it is living towards death.

Hearing the footsteps of someone entering the cave, the evil cultivator raised his face, half of which was rotten and the other half was intact. When he saw the two people coming together, his eyes widened and his eyeballs, which had turned gray, almost popped out of their sockets.

“You…you…it’s you…”

Luo Qifang asked Chen Yunli to stand five meters away. With a flick of her sleeve, a silver knife stood at his feet like moonlight breaking through the sky, forming an airtight barrier.

After doing all this, he walked up to the evil cultivator, lowered his eyes indifferently, and looked at him as if he were an ant.

"It's me. Why didn't you ask anyone about my identity when you escaped? Didn't you ask anyone to heal your wound? Didn't anyone tell you that even if I came in person, I couldn't completely heal this knife wound?"

"You... are so vicious and cruel... you are against the righteous path!... Ugh, cough, cough, cough!..."

"You don't need to teach me how to do the right thing. You're not worthy."

Luo Qifang lifted him up, lifted his fist as big as a casserole... raised his beautiful fist and punched him in the face. The brutal and pure physical strength sent him flying like a cannonball, embedding him into the cave wall.

Chen Yunli heard a series of bone-breaking sounds like exploding beads, and roughly estimated that this evil cultivator had about a hundred broken bones in his body.

It hurts to watch, but it feels good too.

On the way here, Luo Qifang told Chen Yunli what this evil cultivator had done. His evil deeds were too numerous to list and he deserved another hundred punches of the same force.

The evil cultivator spat out several mouthfuls of blood. He was already seriously injured, and now he was breathing out more than breathing in. He was hanging on with only one breath left.

Luo Qifang stared at him coldly, the corners of her lips curled up in a cold smile. "This sword move was carefully created for evil cultivators like you. It not only leaves a mark to pursue you, but also is a torture tailored for you. It's unpleasant to have your life, even your soul, slowly drained away, right?"

"I have no grudges against you..."

The evil cultivator managed to utter a few weak breaths.

"I am a righteous person, after all." Luo Qifang interrupted him, her tone rising briskly, still emotionless. "Punishing evil and eradicating evil is what the righteous must do. Did you only realize this today?"

The evil cultivator let out a sharp "ho ho" sound from his throat, his eyes bulged, and he looked like a giant snake nailed to the wall. His neck twisted to the side with a "crack", and he died of anger.

Chen Yunli raised an eyebrow: "He..."

"Just pretending to be dead. But pretending to be dead in front of me is useless. I have plenty of ways to make him die for real, even over and over again."

Luo Qifang waved her hand, and suddenly thought of something, and stretched out her hand to block Chen Yunli's eyes.

"Don't look at it, this move is horrible to watch—I mean the enemy. I'm worried you'll have nightmares tonight."

Chen Yunli blinked, and before he could react, a circle of white mist surrounded him, blocking his vision.

He can't see, but he can hear.

The sound of Luo Qifang drawing his sword from its sheath echoed from outside the white fog. No one knew what he had done, but then the evil cultivator's screams rang out. They were sharp and short, and each scream was tearful and blood-curdling, as if it was a cry erupting from the depths of the soul. Chen Yunli got goosebumps when he heard it.

After a moment, the screams stopped abruptly, Luo Qifang put away the knife, and the white mist around Chen Yunli dissipated.

He subconsciously looked towards the place where the evil cultivator had been, but found that there was only a human-shaped dent left on the wall, and underneath the dent was a handful of pitch-black ashes.

"Solved?"

"Solved." Luo Qifang swung her knife swiftly and smiled brightly at Chen Yunli. "If there really is a place of reincarnation, he would surely pray devoutly before reincarnation that he would not be reborn as a human."

Chen Yunli wisely didn't ask for details, but smiled back.

"Then I feel relieved."

Luo Qifang waved her hand to scatter the ashes on the ground, then extended her hand to him with a smile: "Want to buy some wine?"

…

Thousands of miles deep beneath the East China Sea, there is a huge crack that divides the seabed and land into two. The crack is bottomless, and the sea water is submerged in darkness, turning it into visual blackness.

Black Sea, this is what the creatures of the East China Sea call the world inside the rift.

It is rumored that there is a demon in the Black Sea, which has existed since the beginning of the world. However, due to the prosperity of the way of heaven and the flourishing of humanity, he has always been suppressed and has never awakened.

Some creatures who fell into the Black Sea and managed to escape reported that a figure indeed lay dormant within, its upper body resembling a human, its lower body a slender, massive dragon's tail. The tail rose like a mountain range, and each scale was a sharp weapon, densely covering it like a forest of swords and spears, exuding an ancient, vast aura.

Although the creature soon died due to the erosion of the strange power of the Black Sea, the description it left behind was widely circulated. Not only did it know about it among the sea creatures, but the human race along the coast of the East China Sea had also heard of it.

Of course, for ordinary people, legends are just legends. If they're false, they're just for fun. If they're true, if you encounter them, you'll die a quick and comfortable death, so there's no need to worry.

As for cultivators, they cared even less about such gossip. There were countless famous rivers and mountains in the world, and there were at least ninety or even a hundred similar legends. Their authenticity was far less likely than the news of finding a peerless technique while treasure hunting in a ghost market. No one would take it seriously, or be so curious as to go and confirm it.

Unless one day it is reported that there are rare treasures in the Black Sea.

Thus, this area, which had been feared by the sea creatures of the East China Sea but remained peaceful outside, was able to calm down and maintain its tranquility for ten thousand years.

Until today.

At nightfall, a huge full moon rises above the sea, casting a silver light that spreads across the ripples.

The East China Sea should be at its most tranquil on a clear night, but tonight was anything but normal. Waves rose one after another, each one higher than the last, piling up into a vast, flowing wave. The slightest movement would have obscured the sky and the sun.

The tsunami roared like the wind blowing through the mountains, ethereal yet majestic, filling the ears and carrying invisible waves to impact the soul.

The sound of huge waves was mixed with the wails of countless sea creatures. Many of them were fragile and simply unable to resist such a terrifying impact.

Fortunately, the person who caused this incident did not let them die.

Above the bright moonlight, a huge, boundless shadow slowly emerged from the sea. Only a corner of it was exposed, but it covered half of the moon and created a vast and tall "island" on the sea.

This "island" is alive. It seems to have just awakened from a long sleep, and it rises and falls and swims awkwardly and unskillfully to reveal more of what is underneath.

The island itself is pitch black, but its surface is coated with a faint, flowing sheen, which, illuminated by the moonlight, reflects a dazzling array of colors. There are distinct circular stratifications between the colors, which, upon closer inspection, reveal the shape of scales.

Soon, as the things under the "island" rose one by one and became level with it, the isolated "island" became a mountain range, almost surrounding the entire East China Sea.

The "mountain range" suppressed the huge waves, calmed the wind and stopped the waves. The invisible power protected every sea creature, resolved their previous shocks, and healed their injuries.

Soon, the "mountain range" sank back to the bottom of the sea, and the moonlight was still bright, shining on the quiet sea surface.

…

The wine shop that Luo Qifang mentioned is located in a coastal village. The men in the village are responsible for fishing at sea, while the women make wine at home. It is not known how they grew a small yellow peach forest and turned yellow peach wine, dried yellow peaches and other derivative foods into an industrial chain.

The tavern was large, not a house, but a stall set up on the beach with wooden frames and cloth. The owner was a woman in her thirties or forties, who worked diligently, was quick-witted, and did business honestly.

Luo Qifang bought two jars and three pots of yellow peach wine. The boss gave her a big bag of dried yellow peaches to go with the wine. He also took down the salted fish string hanging above his head, picked out the best twenty, wrapped them in a cloth bag, and stuffed them into Chen Yunli's hands.

"Hey! No, no, no! He has to be willing to accept the money he paid!"

Chen Yunli hurriedly pushed him away, and at the same time glared at Luo Qifang who was watching the show and laughing at the side.

"Say something too!"

Luo Qifang quickly cleared her throat and said seriously, "It's okay, boss, it's a kind gesture, just accept it."

The boss smiled happily, praised him for being "sensible", and stuffed the cloth bag into Chen Yunli's arms.

"The dried fish from the fishing village here is delicious." Seeing Chen Yunli still glaring at her, Luo Qifang leaned over to his ear and whispered, "If you don't believe me, try it. If I lie to you, I'd be a puppy."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunli opened the cloth bag with great interest, took out the smallest one and smelled it. There was no fishy smell.

"Try it?"

Chen Yunli took a bite from the side of the fish tail - wow, it smells so good!

After walking a distance from the tavern, Luo Qifang put the wine jar into the storage magic tool, holding three wine pots strung together in her hand, and looked at the person next to her eating dried fish with her side face.

There was a smile in his eyes and eyebrows, as if Chen Yunli's satisfaction of being surrounded by delicious food had extended into his heart, allowing him to empathize without having to eat.

After a while, Chen Yunli threw the skeleton that he had gnawed clean into the sea, watched it being swept away, and bent down to rinse his hands in the sea water.

"The moonlight is just right tonight, perfect for moon-viewing and drinking." He looked around and pointed at a black reef standing in the shallow sea not far away. "How about we sit there for a while?"

"As you request, as you wish."

Luo Qifang embraced him and flew onto the reef. They sat down cross-legged, leaning on each other, with the sea breeze and silver-shining waves surrounding them. The sound of waves swirled in the clear shadows, echoing in waves.

The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment across the world.

Chen Yunli looked at the bright moon, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and his eyes unconsciously became more gentle and nostalgic.

He was admiring the moon, and Luo Qifang looked at him with her chin in her hand, a faint smile on her lips.

The two of them each did their own thing for a moment, and Chen Yunli finally spoke helplessly: "Look at the moon, don't look at me."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Luo Qifang's face and pushed her aside.

Luo Qifang turned back and said, "I'm looking at the moon."

"What kind of moon are you looking at?" Chen Yunli met his gaze and joked, "Are you looking at me?"

Luo Qifang smiled, uncorked the wide-mouthed wine jug, and showed him the full moon reflected in the ripples of the wine. "Here, isn't this it?"

Chen Yunli was about to retort, "You just opened it," when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and a dark cloud came from somewhere, completely blocking the moon.

The night was dark, the sound of the tide became faster, and a wave crashed heavily against the rocks.

"Oh, my moon is gone." Luo Qifang curled her lips, "What a gust of wind that doesn't understand romance."

Not understanding of romance?

Chen Yunli's mind moved. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel a familiar breath from the wind.