On the morning of the third day.
A thin mist spread across the sea, and the air carried a salty, fishy tang.
On the deck of the Mount Shu Warship, Daoist Chen Yuan stood at the bow with Bai Wuya, Liu Ye, Lu Tian, and the others.
Chen Changqing wore a clean blue-green Daoist robe. With the Immortal Execution Sword on his back, he looked refreshed and full of vigor.
"Have you packed everything?" Daoist Chen Yuan asked.
"Everything."
"Your pills?"
"Packed."
"Your life-saving talismans?"
"Those too."
Daoist Chen Yuan was about to ask more when Bai Wuya patted him on the shoulder.
"That's enough, Senior Brother. Keep asking, and you'll be checking whether he's wearing pants."
Daoist Chen Yuan glared at Bai Wuya and gave an irritated snort.
Lu Tian leaned against the mast with his arms folded, a blade of grass between his teeth.
"Little Martial Nephew, if you find anything interesting in the Divine Pool, remember to bring your little martial uncle a share."
"Why don't you go in yourself?" Chen Changqing shot back.
"I didn't win first place. I couldn't get in even if I wanted to." Lu Tian rolled his eyes. "You think I don't want to?"
Liu Ruyan approached with a brocade box in her hands.
"Junior Brother, Hua Yao had someone deliver this Nine-Turn Soul Returning Pill. She said it was just in case."
Chen Changqing accepted the box and opened it. The pill was green throughout and gave off a fragrance that soothed the heart and lungs.
The Nine-Turn Soul Returning Pill was a life-saving sacred medicine refined by Hua Gu himself. As long as a person had one breath left, taking it would preserve their life.
"Thank her for me." Chen Changqing put the box into the Heaven-Stepping Ring.
Hua Yao