Chapter 103 The Siren Setting in Cultivation Novels
"Why should I tell you?" Wuhen hugged the white ball to his chest.
“We’ve been through thick and thin together,” Mu Jianjian coaxed gently. “Since we’re brothers, why be so formal with each other?”
As Linghu Zhuoyu listened to the girl beside him begin her earnest charade, a gentle smile played on his lips, and a tender glint flashed in his dark and gray eyes.
"Brother, you just stole my goods."
Mu Jianjian: ...
"Go to Yingzhou to return something." Wuhen looked at the stunned girl, amused, but he didn't intend to make things difficult for her.
After he finished speaking, he carefully examined the veiled girl in front of him.
You know, the first time he saw the little white ball, it was only the size of his palm, and he was scolded for several days before he could get close to it. He never expected that the person in front of him could hug and kiss the little white ball in just a few moments.
Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.
Wuhen gently stroked the white ball's fur, then turned her gaze to the thin mist that was gradually rising in the moonlight outside the window.
Seeing the man's open and honest expression, Mu Jianjian believed him to some extent.
"Are you from the Shadow Clan of Jiangcheng?" Linghu Zhuoyu asked.
Jiangcheng is an island in the south of the mainland. The island is surrounded by mist and filled with magic arrays that make passing ships lose their way. The island is inhabited by a reclusive clan who do not concern themselves with worldly affairs.
It is said that the Hidden Clan possesses profound cultivation and countless magical artifacts, yet they rarely appear in the world.
Linghu Zhuoyu considered all the possible people from various forces on the continent who might possess such a magical artifact, but none of them matched up. After ruling out those from major forces, only this one possibility remained.
A Soul Eye that requires time to activate... He had never seen such a secret technique before.
Even through a thin veil, Wuhen could feel the boy's burning gaze piercing into people's hearts. He chuckled and said, "This young master has no sect or faction behind him. He just likes to travel the world with the White Fist."
Linghu Zhuoyu fell silent.
This is even stranger. Unless he is hiding something or lying, judging from his age, his cultivation talent is not outstanding... Could it be that he has some kind of opportunity?
Mu Jianjian began to recall the original book's description of the male protagonist Ye Xuanzhi's identity.
Unlike the other four male protagonists, who all have clear backstories, Ye Xuanzhi is like a piece of a puzzle that doesn't belong to the story. He is unaffiliated with any sect or faction and has a gloomy demeanor.
He always wears a black robe, with only a broken bell on the back of his neck as an ornament. He meets the female lead, Sang Wanyue, at the Red Mansion in Duyunfang. The two fight side by side from dawn to dusk and develop feelings for each other.
After that, Ye Xuanzhi silently followed Sang Wanyue until he died at the end of the final battle.
Like the man in front of her, she possessed a high-grade magic weapon, but it seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Now that the Demon Lord of Yingzhou is hosting a banquet for the world, countless people want to infiltrate Yingzhou, and for some reason, Mu Jianjian feels a sense of worry.
It would be safer for a simpleton like him, who has magical artifacts but low cultivation, to leave after finishing his business.
"Then you should return your things and leave as soon as possible. Yingzhou is not going to be peaceful in a few days." Mu Jianjian's eyes flashed, clear and transparent. "You must be extra careful no matter what."
"The unrest won't affect someone like me." Wuhen said dismissively, a hint of impatience flashing between his brows.
He hated people who presumptuously tried to advise him, just like the others in the past. He had thought that the girl Bai Tuan was close to would be different, but he didn't expect her to be like this.
But when Wuhen met the girl's gaze, a turbulent feeling stirred within him.
He had never seen such a look in his eyes before.
She controlled her curiosity and inquiries well; besides caring, she also expressed her expectations and blessings for him.
But beneath that deeper layer lies a hidden sadness within the girl.
Wuhen suppressed his playful smile and wanted to ask what the other person knew, but Linghu Zhuoyu broke the atmosphere.
The boy concealed his displeasure and consciously diverted Mu Jianjian's attention to the window, preventing the two from having a deeper conversation.
"Sister, the fog rising from the sea outside the ship is getting thicker and thicker."
Mu Jianjian then noticed something was wrong outside. She turned to Wuhen and asked, "Can you use the shield and Soul Eye technique from before to protect yourself?"
"Your cultivation level is lower than mine no matter how you look at it," Wuhen's voice became lazy again. His black robe had become loose and baggy from running around, but it only accentuated his unparalleled handsome face. "But that cover is disposable. I'll throw it away after I'm done with it."
So extravagant?
Mu Jianjian's lips twitched. "What about the secret technique that allows you to use the Soul Eye?"
"Oh dear, it will take time, and besides, where am I supposed to place another soul eye on this vast ocean!"
It's no longer reliable.
Mu Jianjian and Linghu Zhuoyu exchanged a glance and quickly left the room to head to the deck. At this time, some cultivators had already run out of the room to check the situation, and there were also many ordinary people with no cultivation who were whimpering and crying out of fear.
No one noticed that Wuhen had lowered his eyes, deep in thought.
At this moment, a song rang out from the deep sea mist, seemingly piercing through layers of obstacles, transforming into water that surged into people's hearts, enchanting yet not vulgar, high-pitched yet not shrill.
“Sister, shut out your hearing. We left the auction house at 9:00 AM and have been sailing for an hour now, so it’s already noon.” Linghu Zhuoyu’s voice was clear. “Someone once said that if you pass by the Black Sea Cliff at noon, you will encounter the sea monsters here.”
That's why he bought a ticket for tomorrow's boat, but plans can't keep up with changes, and Wuhen used his Soul Eye to teleport him here from the auction house.
Mu Jianjian inwardly complained about her bad luck.
It's important to know that in the original book, Sang Wanyue never encountered this siren night attack!
She certainly knew what Linghu Zhuoyu meant by "once upon a time"—
Cultivators at or above the Core Formation stage disdain crossing the sea by boat and prefer the faster and more convenient method of flying on magical artifacts. However, cultivators below the Core Formation stage or ordinary people who go out to sea by boat almost never return alive if they encounter sea monsters.
Her luck is unbelievable! She could go buy a lottery ticket!
besides……
Why do cultivation novels always include the concept of sea monsters?
Dark clouds swirled above the wooden boat amidst the giant waves, surging with an overwhelming, oppressive, and gloomy aura that blocked out the moonlight. For some unknown reason, the magical artifacts originally used for lighting on the wooden boat were shattered, making it pitch black.
With sight blocked, hearing was exceptionally clear in complete darkness.
Linghu Zhuoyu did not hear the girl beside him respond. His heart sank. As he turned his head, a slender, boneless hand touched his neck, accompanied by a seductive, soft female voice.
"Yu Lang——"
The boy's body stiffened, and his face beneath the veil turned deathly pale.
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