Soon, only Sheng Ning remained on the deck, the one who had been poisoned.
Su Daiyuan and the others stood in various corners of the deck, their eyes fixed on her, fearing that she might jump into the sea and self-destruct like the other cultivators.
Several disciples of the Flying Flower Sect stood nearby; they had all witnessed the cultivator jumping into the sea and self-destructing.
Now only Sheng Ning is left on the deck, and they are all very nervous.
Lin Qinghuan stood beside Su Daiyuan, frowning as she asked him, "Fellow Daoist Su, what exactly happened?"
Su Daiyuan turned his head to look at the cultivators on the deck who had not inhaled the poisonous fog and were heartbroken as they watched their fellow disciples jump into the sea and self-destruct. He pursed his lips slightly before letting them relax.
"There are rumors that there are sea monsters in this sea, and that they are good at using their singing voices to bewitch people."
Lin Qinghuan knew about this before boarding the ship.
They had been on the ship for quite some time, but had encountered nothing except the poisonous fog.
With a slight frown, she looked at Sheng Ning's small face, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Su Daiyuan followed her gaze and felt equally distressed. "The siren is fake."
"Fake?!"
"How could that be! Before we came, even the sect leader told us to be careful of the sea monsters and not to be deceived."
Several disciples of the Flying Flower Sect nodded in agreement.
They might not believe what outsiders say.
But even their own sect leader warned them to be careful of sea monsters.
The sect leader has lived for hundreds of years, how could he possibly lie to them?
The northern region is remote, and it takes several days to reach it by airship.
If it weren't for the appearance of the totem in the Northern Region this time, few people would choose to go to the Northern Region except for those desperate criminals.
Because of the rough and unruly customs of the people in the Northern Region, while the cultivators on the mainland are gentle and mild-mannered, it is easy for them to lose their lives there.
Su Daiyuan did not refute their words, but instead went along with them.
"If that weren't the case, the Northern Region would already be overcrowded."
"In addition, the fog has hallucinogenic properties, so the people of the Northern Region only need to spread some rumors to discourage the weak from going to the Northern Region to find treasures."
The mainland is resource-poor, but the northern region is quite the opposite.
Even though the people of the Northern Region are known for their rough and unruly ways, some people still venture there, even those cultivators with low levels of cultivation.
The mist is likely an array set up by cultivators from the Northern Region, solely to filter out the weak and leave the strong to enter the Northern Region.
Those who are strong enough to enter may even become guest advisors to the various powerful families in the Northern Region.
There is mist, and there are rumors of sirens.
Perhaps someone else had previously awoke from a fog filled with poisonous gas, and due to hallucinations, he 'saw' a siren.
Thus, the rumor that there were sea monsters in the northern seas was passed down.
As for whether the rumors are true or not, the weak have already self-destructed and can no longer speak.
The powerful individuals who entered the Northern Region also gained considerable benefits. In order to prevent others from coming to compete for resources, they spread rumors about the sea monsters even more widely.
Lin Qinghuan understood.
She originally thought that sirens were strange sea creatures, and that they would definitely encounter them later.
Little did they know that this was likely a trap set by cultivators from the Northern Region.
A chill ran from her feet to the top of her head. She withdrew her gaze from Sheng Ning and turned to look at Su Daiyuan. "How did you know?"
Su Daiyuan glanced at her, "Because I saw it too."
Not only did he see the sea monster dragon, but Lu Qing'an and the others also saw it.
That's why they pulled out laser cannons and attacked him.
Perhaps because their cultivation had already reached the Golden Core stage or above, except for Yu Ye, they all quickly regained consciousness.
When they woke up, they found that the door to the room had been broken and there was a big hole in the wall.
After that, they saw a steady stream of cultivators who had inhaled the mist heading toward the deck.
Then the scene just now unfolded.
Lin Qinghuan didn't say anything more.
She stayed in the room the whole time and didn't see the so-called siren.
The grieving monks on the deck have gradually left.
Only disciples from the Invincible Sect and the Flying Flower Sect remained.
Zhao Nanxiao also stood to the side, looking at Sheng Ning. The darkness swallowed him up, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
Sheng Ning has been asleep for too long.
To prevent her from jumping into the sea and exploding, Su Daiyuan asked Lin Qinghuan and the others to help bring his junior sister back to her room.
During this time, Yu also woke up and saw that her junior sister was lying flat on the bed with her hands on her lower abdomen. Her delicate face showed a peaceful expression, which startled her so much that her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
"What happened? What's wrong with Junior Sister?"
He rushed to Sheng Ning's side, hugged her tightly, and turned to look at Lu Qing'an and the others.
Seeing the latter all looking speechless, even Danxiu Lu Jingshen shook his head and sighed.
Yu was dumbfounded.
He looked away, staring blankly at his junior sister in his arms, his lips trembling and stammering.
After a long while, two large, hot tears fell onto Sheng Ning's cheeks. "No... Junior Sister was just dealing with the sea monster perfectly fine... How... How..."
"My little junior sister! You died so tragically! You were only 15 years old!"
"You're so young, your fourth senior brother hasn't even taken you out to enjoy life yet, what will happen to your few reptile kittens...?"
Perhaps his cries were too piercing, because Lu Qing'an, who was sitting to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and rushed forward to cover his mouth.
Yu turned her head with red eyes, tears streaming down her face.
Dissatisfied that his mourning was stopped, he grunted twice, signaling Lu Qing'an to let go of his hand.
Lu Qing'an's hand was covered in tears and snot.
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