Body Double

The curved saber could easily pierce through Wu Yan's magical energy protection, indicating it was at least a high-quality Eighth Grade magical artifact.

The magical energy aura that entered through the curved saber, although pure, was only at the White Fang level and nothing extraordinary.

However, this combination was enough to sever Wu Yan's heart meridians and completely take his life.

Just like that, the potential cultivator who had just condensed an Azure Wing Destiny Essence and advanced to Dragon Elephant potential, fell from mid-air onto the deck.

Blood gushed from his wound, gradually forming a pool of blood.

But despite such a tragic sight, no one paid any attention.

This was because all four large ships had begun to slowly sink, and everyone was desperately trying to save them.

However, the demon creature at the bottom of the sea possessed extremely high intelligence and was terrifyingly powerful!

It used its extreme swimming speed to dart back and forth between the four large ships.

Each time it reached a ship, it would instantly tear a hole more than half a person's height in the bottom.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, each ship had at least four or five holes created by this underwater demon ghost.

Seawater surged in through these holes, dragging the entire ship down.

The sailors on the ships were not without attempts to repair the leaks and resist the demon ghost's destruction of the ships.

But this demon ghost moved like a phantom, seemingly able to use the seawater for invisibility, disappearing completely at any moment, making it impossible to touch.

Everyone present were descendants of experienced sailors, and many had participated in hunting White Fang demon ghosts.

But they had never seen such an insidious and bizarre existence!

Some impulsive sailors directly went into the water with fishing nets, trying to capture it, but they couldn't even touch a single hair.

On the contrary, if the demon ghost's escaping light lightly touched a sailor, their flesh would tear apart, and they would die with their intestines spilling out.

This struggle lasted for a full hour, and the final result was that all four large ships sank towards the deep seabed.

This place was in the center of the Han Sea, with an average depth of over five thousand meters. These four expensive large ships would never see the light of day again.

All the sailors completely gave up hope, abandoned the ships, and were scattered and floating on the sea.

There were originally forty-two people on the four ships, but now only seventeen were still alive.

All the others had been killed by the demon ghost whose figure no one had seen yet.

And having lost their foothold, fresh water, and food, it was almost impossible for these people to cross the vast distance of ten thousand miles and return to HunZhou Island.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously fixed on the only dilapidated small boat still floating on the sea.

This was their only remaining hope of survival!

However, while everyone was trying to save their own ships, this small boat had somehow broken free from its steel cable restraints and was drifting away with the ocean current.

No one dared to stop for a moment; the instinct for survival drove them to swim desperately towards the small boat.

And five hundred meters below the surface, a small figure was floating face up in the water.

He looked at the seventeen figures suspended on the surface of the sea, raised his hand, and shot out a silk thread.

Immediately, the last sailor felt his ankle tighten, and his entire body plummeted into the deep sea at extreme speed, without even time to cry out.

He was dragged all the way into the deep sea abyss by this thread, and then another thread wrapped around his neck, severing his head.

Immediately after, a small hand reached into the sailor's chest, rummaging around, but only pulled out a few Knife Coins.

He didn't seem to mind, took the Knife Coins, and kicked the corpse away.

When humans leave their ships and drift alone on the sea, if they don't have a suitable Destiny Constitution to inhabit, they can only be slaughtered by sea creatures.

The remaining sixteen sailors were called out one by one by the threads, dragged into the deep sea, bled one by one, and were never seen again.

The entire process was calm, not even stirring up a ripple.

Three of them were Ninth Grade Determining Destiny cultivators, and the rest were all those who had reached Great Accomplishment in Nourishing Essence and possessed Destiny Essence.

If they were on land, these people would have been more troublesome.

But in this deep sea, Jing Qian killed them as easily as slaughtering chickens.

After a month of hunting White Fang Sea Demons, his water combat techniques and killing intent had already entered a new realm!

After dealing with the enemies, he swam towards the small boat. With the Tide Destiny Constitution, he landed on the boat like a nimble fish.

Only the last two living people remained on the boat: the tall woman and the short, stout man named A Bao.

The child in the woman's arms, who was already seriously injured, had passed away.

Jing Qian did not reveal his face, but appeared wearing a mask made from a polished white fish scale.

He leaned against the side of the boat and said:

"Friend, I wonder if the blood pact you mentioned is still valid?"

The female cultivator's face was ashen, filled with deathly aura, indicating she didn't have long to live.

But she had witnessed the entire process of Jing Qian slaughtering her enemies, and her face showed satisfaction at having her great revenge fulfilled.

She heard Jing Qian's question and immediately said:

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for helping me kill my enemies."

"My Jing Family has always kept their word, a promise is worth a thousand gold, and we never deceive!"

With that, she sat up and pulled out a large golden paper book from somewhere unknown. She bit her tongue to draw blood and wrote with her hand:

"The holder of this book may receive the compensation from Jing Chuan, the captain of the Hun Ling Number."

"Jing Ran, promised!"

She handed the blood pact book to Jing Qian and said:

"Fellow Daoist can go to the Maritime Affairs Office on HunZhou Island, present this pact, and receive the compensation from my ancestor."

"I see that fellow Daoist's strength is extraordinary, able to roam freely in this Hun Sea. You shouldn't be interested in my small compensation. Why are you willing to help my Jing Clan? Please enlighten me."

Jing Qian looked at Jing Ran, who didn't have long to live, took out the turtle shell engraved with the Tide Destiny Constitution, and displayed it in front of her, saying:

"Is fellow Daoist looking for this?"

Jing Ran stared intently at the tortoise shell, a look of 'just as I expected' on her face. She spoke,

"It truly is my Jing Family's Tide Divination. Seeing how strong you were in combat in the sea, I already had a suspicion."

"It's just a pity that we descendants have no chance to see the core inheritance of the family!"

"Oh right, I have a blind wet nurse at home. She's a relative who has served me and my nephew since we were young."

"Since we are gone, if it's convenient for you, please help her out a little!"

"Other than that, I have no other worries!"

"It's just a pity that the Jing Family's lineage has ultimately ended with me!"

After saying her last sentence, Jing Ran picked up her nephew's corpse, leaped into the sea, and plummeted towards the deep.

Jing Qian did not stop her. He owed the Jing Family a considerable favor, so naturally, he gave her this final dignity.

He then walked forward and untied the short, stout cultivator whose mouth and tongue were sealed with spider silk. He asked,

"Fatty, what's Jing Ran's nephew's name?"

Although the fatty had narrowly escaped death, he had witnessed Jing Qian's entire killing process and had already developed infinite fear towards this strangely dressed person in front of him.

He dared not refuse Jing Qian's request at all. He spoke fawningly,

"Reporting to milord, that Jing Clan boy is named Jing Qian. He is the only direct descendant of the Jing Clan."

"Now that he's dead, the Jing Family is considered to have had its roots cut off!"

Jing Qian chuckled lightly upon hearing this and said,

"Reasonable, and clever!"

"Who said the Jing Family is extinct and its roots cut off?"

"From today onwards, Jing Qian is Jing Qian. I will never let the Jing Family decline!"

For Jing Qian, there was no more suitable identity to infiltrate HunZhou Island than that of Jing Qian's substitute!