"Saving a life was no more than lifting a finger."
Facing Chen Xinghai's gratitude, Lu Yang raised a hand and revealed a genial smile. "If you wish to repay me, just answer a few questions."
Having traveled far overseas, Lu Yang decided to improve his image.
After all, the True Persons of the Sacred Sect misunderstood him far too deeply. No matter what he did, no one would believe that he was actually a good person.
But no one overseas knew him.
Taking this opportunity, Lu Yang felt that he could properly improve his image, spread his good name far and wide, and satisfy a little of his vanity.
After all, when he had first transmigrated here, he had dreamed of becoming a young sword Immortal who rode his sword into the blue heavens, roamed freely between heaven and earth, and drew his blade to help whenever he encountered injustice. Alas, the world was unpredictable; to stay alive, he had no choice but to wallow in the mire with the Sacred Sect. Fortunately, his original heart had not changed, and his heart remained kind.
"Roar—!"
Just then, a black shadow surfaced beneath the sea. Immediately afterward, a white flood serpent emerged and let out a shrill hiss at Lu Yang.
"Too noisy."
Lu Yang frowned. A single glance instantly cleaved the flood serpent in two. Its blood dyed the sea red in an instant, and a reeking stench assailed their nostrils.
However, with a sweep of Lu Yang's sleeve, the foul smell was swept away. He also casually tossed the flood serpent's corpse into the Ghost Cloud behind him. Chen Xinghai saw it clearly: the serpent had not yet fully died even after being split in half. It had barely let out a cry when ten thousand bolts of lightning