Strange Tales

"No one knew how many years that giant whale had lived. It was boundlessly huge. Penglai Island lay inside its belly, drifting through the sea with it."

"It normally lurked beneath the abyssal sea, surfacing only once every sixty years to draw breath. Only then did the cultivators of Penglai Island have a chance to leave."

Shen Hui was rather surprised when he heard this.

"But how did Brother Xu come to know of it?"

Xu Ye smiled and answered,

"More than fifty years ago, a cultivator named Jiang Heng came out of Penglai Island. For some reason, he aged with astonishing speed, and in the end, he passed away and ascended within our Extreme Devil Palace. He told my father these things himself."

Shen Hui's gaze shifted slightly as he asked, "Could the great gift Brother Xu mentioned be related to this?"

"Precisely."

Xu Ye nodded. "Before Jiang Heng passed away, he left behind a sword-path inheritance called the 'Swallowing Sea Sword Qi.' Unfortunately, the cultivators of our sect do not cultivate spiritual qi, so it is useless even if we possess it."

As he spoke, he looked at Shen Hui and smiled freely.

"Brother Shen is a sword cultivator, and you saved my life besides. This Sword Qi shall be my token of gratitude. That way, it will be put to its proper use."

Shen Hui was quite curious about this Qi Sword Art, so he did not refuse. He cupped his hands toward Xu Ye.

"If so, then this poor Daoist thanks Brother Xu in advance."

"What are you thanking me for? It's only right, only right."

Just then, Lu Huan suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Are we going home with you, then?"

Xu Ye did not react at first. "What?"

"To that