Chapter 303 The Sinking of the Island
In an instant, there were screams from women, cries from children, and everyone was fleeing home.
The ground is sinking, why are you running home?
"Quick, get on the boat!"
Kuohaizi carried his grandfather on his back, shouting to the scattered clansmen. Three large fishing boats hoisted their sails, and everyone ran towards the sails, clutching their most precious possessions.
On the island, the cracks in the ground widened, and seawater poured into the fissures.
Some of the slower runners were trapped on the island by the extremely wide crevice, while others fell directly into it.
"Forget about all that stuff, let's get on the boat!"
Kuo Haizi shouted from the deck, but then watched as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, a step too slow, fell into the abyss of the crevice. Amid the deafening roar of the earth splitting and screams, the faint cry of a child reached his ears. Just a hundred meters from the ship, a newborn baby, barely a month old, had fallen to the edge of the crevice. His parents were nowhere to be seen, only a few tattered pieces of cloth remained.
The baby's location wasn't entirely safe either; large sections of the muddy ground were collapsing along the cracks...
"Kuohaizi, where are you going?!"
The old clan chief merely turned his head, and his grandson jumped off the boat, shouting, "Come back! Come back quickly!"
He is the clan chief!
Protecting his people should have been his responsibility!
Kuo Haizi ran with all his might, leaping over the newly formed cracks, and swung his arms to lift the baby's bundle.
The island had begun to sink completely, and seawater was rushing in, reaching above his ankles and partially obscuring the cracks below. With a snap, he lost his footing and half of his body fell into the crack.
"Hai Zi!"
The old clan chief's heart was in his throat as the wooden boat began to shake and sink.
The ground is sinking, cracking, and shifting; if the ship doesn't pull up the anchor and row deeper, it risks running aground.
There are still people from Bailihao on there!
He took one last look at Kuohaizi, which was stuck in place. Even with tears streaming down his face, he resolutely turned around and ordered, "Weigh anchor and set sail!"
The large ship sets sail.
There was a sound of weeping on the ship.
How many of their family members, parents, and loved ones remained on the island, lost to the sea along with their ancestral homes?
On the other side
The wooden box that Shang Yanting was holding had shattered under the impact of spiritual energy. The thing he was holding in his palm was golden and was like a bottomless pit, frantically sucking up his spiritual energy.
Jia Xitong's spiritual power was also being absorbed.
There was no turning back now; they had to get it out, or they would be sucked dry. The two had no time to worry about what was happening outside; they could only desperately try to pull the thing out.
Boom—!
The entire island officially fell apart and shattered into pieces. Before they could even see what was inside, the seawater outside had already flooded into the room and submerged them.
Shang Yanting led Jia Xitong through the top of the roof. He threw out the Water Cloud Boat, and the two of them landed inside, completely exhausted.
However, just as Jia Xitong lay down, she heard cries of agony below. She peered down from the side of the boat and saw many people still trapped in the cracks in the ground, buried under rubble and mud. Three wooden boats were anchored in the middle of the sea, rescuing their people who had swum out.
Their only ability was to retrieve the tribespeople who had swum out.
At this moment, both on and off the ship, there was a chorus of wails everywhere.
The Water Cloud Boat, originally designed for two people, suddenly enlarged and hovered above the island. Its ivory-white hull was strikingly conspicuous in the sunlight. Two cultivators flew down from it and rescued those trapped in the fractured ground, throwing them into the Water Cloud Boat.
The seawater surrounding Kuohaizi had reached his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe. He could only rely on his willpower to hold the baby high in his arms. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but what worried him most was the future of the Kuohai tribe.
He felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.
The weight in his hands was getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to lose his grip.
Jia Xitong transformed into a raccoon and flew through the sky. In the ever-rising seawater, she spotted the tiny, upright baby. She swooped down and firmly grasped the baby's four paws, which were almost as heavy as herself. And then… the nearly drowning baby was revealed!
"Dear host, there are people here!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Yanting arrived, flew past on his sword, and grabbed the dying Kuo Haizi...
On the soon-to-be-submerged island, a winged raccoon flew low, skimming the water's surface and carefully searching the narrow crevices. Shang Yanting followed closely behind, picking up Jia Xitong's men one by one and throwing them onto the Water Cloud Boat.
"That, that's an immortal!"
The sea-dwelling tribe watched as their people were thrown onto the celestial ship in the sky like giant fish, and they wept with joy.
Everyone who was left behind was rescued; no one died, though all sustained injuries of varying degrees. The most serious injury was a fractured spine, leaving him paralyzed, but compared to death, this was the best-case scenario.
The island where the Kuohai tribe had lived for three hundred years sank, and with it, the restrictions on the Kuohai tribe disappeared, and they were free!
At that moment, their feelings were complicated.
The joy of gaining freedom, the sorrow of the island's disappearance, the uncertainty of the future...
"Thank you, immortal!"
The old patriarch knelt down before Shang Yanting and Jia Xitong. Apart from the injured, the entire Kuohai clan followed the old patriarch and knelt down as well, saying, "Thank you, immortal!"
Shang Yanting was about to leave immediately after saving the people, but they suddenly knelt down and stopped him in his tracks.
Shang Yanting, with his cold and aloof nature, wouldn't stop for strangers; the one who truly held her back was the little raccoon. She hooked her paw onto Shang Yanting's trouser leg and looked at the group of fishermen who had narrowly escaped death, now looking utterly destitute. After all, they were the ones who had obtained the valuable goods, and they were also the ones who had sunk the island.
Shang Yanting glanced at everyone, finally fixing his gaze on Kuo Haizi, who was lying on the ground.
What are your plans for the future?
Kuo Haizi coughed twice, his previous idea flashing through his mind. "Reporting to the immortal, we hope to find a safe place along the coast so that we can cultivate the land, fish, and multiply our families."
Having done so much, his current wish and life goal have long since changed from waiting for the arrival of the immortals to strengthening and expanding the sea tribe.
The Guangluoyu Sea is extremely wide, and apart from this one place (6 islands), there is nothing else in the middle of the sea. This group of people have always lived around the islands and have no idea of this situation. If they are left to drift on their own, it is unknown how long it will take before they can see the other six islands.
Shang Yanting looked at the little raccoon next to him, who was almost exhausted but was still sitting at his feet, staring at him with big eyes. In the end, he decided to help these people out.
A moment later
The unharmed members of the Kuohai tribe sprang into action. They furled the sails, found all the ropes and chains, secured the three boats together, and then tied the foremost chain to the hull of the Shuiyun Boat…
(End of this chapter)
.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
