"ah!"

Jiang Xuanli covered his hands and screamed.

The silver needle bounced back with little force and only slightly pierced the back of Jiang Xuanli's hand, but the back of his hand quickly turned blue and black, and soon spread to his arm.

Jiang Xuanli howled in pain. He had coated the silver needle with a deadly poison. He had originally intended to assassinate Sheng He, but now he was the victim of a poison.

If he doesn't take the antidote within three hours, he will surely die.

Jiang Xuanli tried his best to control his poisoned right hand and fumbled for the storage bag at his waist with great effort. But before he could find the antidote with his paralyzed right hand, he suddenly flew into the air.

Sheng He grabbed Jiang Xuanli by the collar and led him all the way back to the beach.

It was getting late, and the helmsmen had all returned to the boat. The beach was deserted, with no one there.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Nothing."

Sheng He played with the jade pendant and looked at Jiang Xuanli with curved eyes.

"Did you hear that?"

"Wha...what..."

"There is a woman on the sea, seeking your life."

As Sheng He spoke quietly, Jiang Xuanli's face changed drastically. He looked around in panic, waving his hands around wildly, his face full of fear.

"You...what do you know?"

"Look, here they come."

Sheng He raised his chin towards the calm sea. A breeze blew by, and Jiang Xuanli froze all over, with cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Sheng He raised his eyebrows, untied the red rope from Jiang Xuanli's fingertips, and then slowly let go of his hand.

With a "bang", Jiang Xuanli fell heavily into the water.

It felt like something was constantly pulling him down under the water. Jiang Xuanli's scalp went numb. He didn't dare to think too much and just kept struggling in the water.

He used his spiritual power again and again to try to get out of the water, but was pushed back into the water by Sheng He again and again.

The poison continued to spread, and soon he felt that he had no strength in his right hand, and could only struggle with his injured left hand.

Sheng He looked at the small piece of red rope in her hand. This piece of red rope looked the same as the one on the ghost's neck. She pinched it gently and instantly felt a chill rising from her back.

Sheng He turned her head and saw the ghost standing upright behind her.

"Yajun! Yajun, save me!"

When Jiang Xuanli saw the ghost, his eyes instantly lit up and he shouted for help as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

But the ghost didn't move. She stared at the red rope in Sheng He's hand with an obsessed look.

"Owner."

Sheng He made a fire gesture and the red rope fell to the ground and began to burn.

The ghost touched the red rope around her neck in a daze. The red rope tied around her neck broke into pieces, fell to the ground, and turned into countless ashes.

"Yajun!"

Jiang Xuanli was floating in the sea, but he kept shouting: "Yajun...save...save me!"

The ghost tilted her head, the black blood flowing from her face gradually disappeared, and the ghost aura on her body also gradually dissipated. In just a moment, she turned into a fair-skinned little girl.

She looked at Sheng He, then at Jiang Xuanli, and her expression became ferocious for a moment.

"It's you! It's you who caused my tragic death!"

Yajun rushed forward and, under Jiang Xuanli's expectant gaze, dragged him into the water.

Underwater, countless vines emerged from the seabed. They were like the ghosts of those wronged women, tightly wrapping around Jiang Xuanli's legs and waist.

"No...no...I am...the head of the Jiang family...I...will not...die..."

Jiang Xuanli stared with his eyes wide open, his tone full of unwillingness. He was slowly submerged by the sea water, with only one broken hand struggling weakly on the water.

Soon, the sea returned to calm.

"Yajun, my Yajun."

The raw rice in the bowl gradually turned into a pile of ashes as the red rope burned. Wang Tong hid on the boat. He raised his head, secretly glanced at the petite figure on the sea, and couldn't help wiping away his tears.

He was a useless father. When he knew his daughter was kidnapped, he joined the immortal sect, hoping to find his daughter back and kill his enemy to avenge his wife.

Everyone said that he had no talent, but the sect leader took pity on him and accepted him as an outer disciple.

He practiced very hard and it took him twenty years to build his foundation. It was not until then that he learned that his enemy was the young master of Wanbao Auction House.

Jiang Xuanli has great wealth and power, and he is always accompanied by guards when he travels, so he cannot kill him.

In order to find Ya Jun, he swallowed his hatred and followed Jiang Xuanli. But it was only then that he found out that his Ya Jun had been tortured to death on the night she was captured, and was also... turned into a ghost with tremendous resentment, and would never be reborn.

I heard that there were dozens of girls in the same group as her, but only Yajun's soul was trapped in that bowl of rice.

He tried countless methods but to no avail. He followed Jiang Xuanli day after day. He knew that Jiang Xuanli's life span had long ended, and he was only able to stay alive by relying on the spiritual herbs and elixirs exchanged with various sects, as well as the blood of countless young girls.

He knew that those girls were as innocent as Yajun.

Wang Tong lowered his head and looked at his palm. After following Jiang Xuanli for decades, his heart had long been numb.

He had already become a villain like Jiang Xuanli.

"Won't you come down and see her? Yajun, her soul is about to dissipate."

Sheng He raised his head and looked at Wang Tong who was hiding on the boat.

Wang Tong covered his face. He was an accomplice of the enemy, so how could he have the nerve to see Yajun.

"father?"

Wang Tong froze.

"Daddy, are you here?"

Wang Tong stood up suddenly and rolled down the side of the boat.

He fell on the beach, supported by the soft spiritual power. Yajun still looked sixteen years old.

She threw herself into his arms and looked up at him.

"Dad, you're here. You're here to save me, right?"

"I know you're always by my side. I can feel it."

In the sunlight, Yajun's soul gradually dissipated in Wang Tong's arms. Wang Tong hugged his daughter and burst into tears.

After a long time, Wang Tong came back to his senses from his grief. He looked at Sheng He and said gratefully, "Miss Sheng, thanks to you for saving Yajun this time. If there is anything you need me to do, just tell me. I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

“No need.”

Sheng He waved her hands. With Jiang Xuanli's death, the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart finally fell to the ground. She took out a sound transmission note from her arms and handed it to Wang Tong.

"This is a sound transmission talisman. I have something else to do on Dragon Island. If Zhao Yanran returns to the ship, you can use the sound transmission talisman to tell me."

"good!"

Wang Tong nodded.

Sheng He looked at the dense forest in the distance and flew towards the palace marked on the parchment without hesitation.

It’s not easy to come to Dragon Island. She can’t just come here to kill Jiang Xuanli and then go back empty-handed, right?

Sheng He flew westwards, passed through a dense jungle, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

A towering palace stood against the mountain, its walls decorated with pearls and gems. The gate made of pure gold was tall and majestic, carved with intricate patterns. Two crystal statues of mermaids guarded both sides of the gate, making the palace look extremely luxurious.