Chapter 92 The Meridians of the Mountain God.
As the boat gradually approached the shore, amidst the soft melodies, Meng Chiwan heard the boatman whisper, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb her."
Meng Chiwan also lowered her voice, as if whispering, "Who is she? Why are we here?"
The boatman sighed helplessly and said, "Nobody knows who she is. I've carried people across Yun'an Sea so many times, and I've only seen her a few times. It's not that I brought you here, but once we encounter her, there's no way to avoid it. If we leave this island, we'll immediately run into a maze of ghosts and eventually have to come back here."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be in a hurry and had some understanding of the current situation, Meng Chiwan wasn't so nervous anymore.
She let out a long breath and said to the boatman, "Should we go ashore? Is there anything I can do for you?"
The boatman put away the oars, got off the boat, and moored it again, saying, "We need to go to the island, find something special, and give it to her. Once she's satisfied, she'll let us go."
Meng Chiwan nodded and followed her off the boat. She lowered her voice and instructed Yun Xianqing, "We need to find something special without disturbing that girl. You come with me."
Upon first stepping onto this small island, I felt the ground beneath my feet was incredibly soft, like freshly steamed buns, or like walking on clouds.
The boatman stopped arguing with her and simply told her roughly how to find it before setting off to search.
Meng Chiwan was still a little worried and said, "Isn't there any danger on this island? You've been separated from me, won't you run into something?"
The boatman chuckled and said, "No, this island is so small that I can hear you if you call me from anywhere. Don't be afraid, as long as you don't frighten the girl, we'll all be fine."
Meng Chiwan wanted to say something more, but seeing that the boatman had already waved and walked away, she had no choice but to give up.
Seeing the boatman so relaxed, she had nothing to be nervous about anymore, and immediately lowered her head to search for suitable items.
Before the boatman left, he said that such special things are never certain each time. Sometimes it was a painting, sometimes it was an umbrella, sometimes it was a stone or a musical instrument... It's hard to say what it will be this time.
So you can collect anything that seems strange to you.
Meng Chiwan walked along the beach for a while with her head down, but didn't see anything. She casually kicked a piece of sand, turned around and looked at "Yun Xianqing" who had been following behind her, and said, "Go find it yourself, you don't need to follow me."
Even long after she finished speaking, "Yun Xianqing" remained standing in the same spot.
She found it strange and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Yun Xianqing didn't speak, but pointed to her right.
Meng Chiwan looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a dark cave hidden under the green curtain of the mountain.
She stood there gazing into the distance towards the beach, but saw nothing unusual. So she simply walked towards the cave.
However, this time she did not ask Yun Xianqing to leave. Firstly, the cave looked too dark, without any light. Secondly, although the boatman said that there was no danger on the island, she was still uneasy.
Because it's all so unknown, I can't help but feel a little uneasy.
Many unfamiliar green plants hung from the top of the cave entrance, like natural ornaments adorning the cave, which resembled a gaping maw of abyss.
Meng Chiwan stopped at the cave entrance, summoned the Surging Wave in her hand, and pushed aside the vines that were blocking the entrance, finally allowing some faint light to leak into the cave.
It was just too faint; it wasn't enough for her to see what was happening inside the cave.
The next instant, a tiny cluster of light appeared beside her, and then as the firelight slowly grew larger, the cave became brighter and brighter.
The firelight burning in Yun Xianqing's hand shone on her face, as intensely as his gaze upon her cheek.
His hair turned golden in the firelight, and his expression was tender and gentle, always making people fantasize about a not-so-pleasant past.
The cave was unusually quiet, and water was still dripping from the stalactites on the ceiling, falling drop by drop to the ground, carving out pits over thousands of years.
Meng Chiwan walked step by step into the cave. The originally faint sound of her footsteps was gradually amplified in the cave, and even the breathing sounds that were not deliberately concealed slowly became apparent, adding a touch of terror to the tranquility.
Fortunately, Yun Xianqing was always by her side, so she wasn't too scared.
Although he has no consciousness of his own, he is at least a companion.
Strangely enough, the island itself doesn't seem very long, but the cave seems to have no end.
The two walked through the cave for a long time without finding anything, and Meng Chiwan broke out in a cold sweat. For some reason, she had a bad feeling, as if a terrifying monster might jump out of there at any moment.
"Clatter".
A drop of water landed on Meng Chiwan's cheek, and she froze, her heart leaping into her throat in an instant.
It's just a drop of water, she told herself.
My heart, which had just settled down, was suddenly suspended again, as if it were being pulled up by a thread.
The texture of this water is off. It's not clear enough; instead, it's more like sticky.
Meng Chiwan quickly took two steps back and carefully examined the substance on her hands.
It's blood. And not ordinary blood, it's like... blood stained with saliva.
Whose saliva?
Meng Chiwan slowly raised her head.
I was facing a pair of pitch-black eyes.
It was a pair of eyes without pupils, only the whites of the eyes, which were completely black.
It is definitely not a human eye.
Meanwhile, in the empty cave, apart from Meng Chiwan's own suppressed panting, several rough breaths gradually became unrestrained, colliding in the air and reaching Meng Chiwan's ears.
Meng Chiwan gripped Jinglan tightly, silently counting in her mind.
One, two, three... their breathing became erratic, and they were too numerous to count.
She silently exhaled, thinking to herself: There are so many magical beasts here.
The stench of blood filled the air. The monstrous beasts clinging to the rock face were charging towards her!
Their mouths were wide open, their lips and teeth ugly and intimidating, as if they could tear a person to pieces in one bite.
Meng Chiwan used all her strength to block one of the gaping teeth with her surging waves, then dodged to the side, only to have the other demonic beast bite at her from the side.
Meanwhile, Yun Xianqing was dodging left and right, unable to keep up with the attacks.
These monsters seem endless!
Moreover, the limited space for dodging here is not conducive to her combat.
She approached Yun Xianqing and raised her hand to create a protective barrier.
She looked into the depths, where pairs of dark eyes appeared eerie and terrifying in the stillness.
In an instant, Meng Chiwan decided to leave the cave.
She turned around, grabbed Yun Xianqing's hand, and tried to walk out, but for some reason, the fire in Yun Xianqing's hand went out, and the cave fell into a deathly silence again.
Then came the sound of stones slowly moving. Meng Chiwan listened carefully; the sound seemed to be coming from... the cave entrance.
Meng Chiwan let out a soft breath, realizing that the way out was no longer an option.
She couldn't figure out where the "creaking" sound was coming from. She simply closed her eyes and then exerted force in her palm.
Yun Xianqing looked over at her.
All I heard her say was, "There's no way back, let's go. I guess what she's looking for is inside."
Yun Xianqing remained silent as always, but relit the fire, then gently combed the messy hair on her forehead and wiped away the bloodstains on her cheek with her sleeve.
Meng Chiwan showed no reaction on her face, but the spiritual veins within her body surged, making the protective barrier even stronger.
Several magical beasts lay on her protective barrier, their sharp claws rubbing against it, making a piercing sound.
Meng Chiwan drew her sword and sliced off the row of claws. Then, she calmly walked inside.
The spiritual energy is being consumed rapidly, and the protective barrier won't last much longer.
These magical beasts were actually on par with her in terms of cultivation.
"Crunch, crunch."
It felt like something had been shattered. Meng Chiwan frowned slightly, a faint crease forming on her brow, her bad premonition growing stronger.
"Run!" Meng Chiwan suddenly shouted, pulling Yun Xianqing along as they launched themselves forward.
Before she was completely drowned out by the creaking sound, she turned around and saw that the path she had come from was blocked by vines, some thick and some thin, like the veins of the mountain god.
Meng Chiwan was panting heavily; a corner of her skirt had been torn by a magical beast, but fortunately, she was not injured.
Wait, why wasn't she injured?
The hand that Meng Chiwan was holding seemed to be trembling slightly.
Meng Chiwan stared at his wounds, her fingertips tearing open the tattered clothes on his back. From the three deep furrows crisscrossing his shoulders and back, the blood flowing was a dark purple.
It didn't resemble blood; rather, it was venom.
A chill ran through Meng Chiwan's body. She probably knew what those magical beasts were.
Soul-stealing Beasts. Soul-stealing beasts that haven't appeared for many years.
In the general understanding of the cultivation world, they are all extinct species, with only a few scattered records in books.
And now, they've appeared in this strange cave.
They are covered in poison; if one is accidentally injured by them, not only will one suffer physical pain, but one's soul will also be tormented to the extreme. Few people can endure it.
Meng Chiwan looked at Yun Xianqing with a deep gaze, and for a moment she felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, he was just a puppet and had no soul, so he would not suffer soul torment.
The next instant, the painful roar of the Soul-Plundering Beast reached my ears, its voice hoarse and mocking, as if countless screams were mixed together.
These sounds crashed through the air, causing Meng Chiwan's head to throb with pain.
Meng Chiwan finally shifted her gaze from Yun Xianqing to the Soul-Plundering Beasts behind her.
Several Soul-Plundering Beasts had been shredded into a pulp by the vines, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood and decay.
At this moment, the vines continued to extend forward, like hands constantly grabbing at their prey.
Meng Chiwan grabbed Yun Xianqing's hand, ignoring her injuries, and rushed forward!
Neither the Soul-Plundering Beasts nor the humans wanted to become a pile of minced meat, so a scene of a race between humans and Soul-Plundering Beasts was created.
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