Come Be My Brother, Beautiful River Mermaids

The white-haired man coldly sized up Fang Shu, then suddenly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, how does my brother's precious Treasure Blood taste?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire cabin fell silent, and the eyes of the other six people immediately fell on the two of them, their expressions full of interest.

Fang Shu slightly raised his eyelids, and suddenly realized what was happening.

A half-smile played on his lips. Since the other party had been so direct, he didn't mince words and countered with a question:

"So, the elders have arrived after the younger ones were killed... Fellow Daoist?"

The white-haired man let out a low laugh, but said:

"Yes and no. But I must thank you, fellow Daoist, for killing the White Hound for me."

Otherwise, that old man, in order to keep offering tributes, would at least keep me there until the Autumn Examination examinations before he would let me go up the mountain.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu raised an eyebrow, seemingly sensing a rather subtle relationship between the white-haired man, Ling Baiquan, and the Old Man Ling. However, he didn't pay much attention, as it was truly difficult to discern the truth from such one-sided accounts.

At this moment, the white-haired man stared intently at Fang Shu, a hint of excitement suddenly appearing on his face.

He said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist, you not only practiced the Lead Method of my Scorched-Tail Hall, but also killed my brother White Hound. You are qualified and have guts. Why don't you become my brother!"

Later, you'll come down the mountain with me again, kill that old bastard, and use his flesh and blood to cultivate! Then, I'll be the head of the academy, and you'll be the deputy head. All the disciples can do whatever they want with the academy. Whoever you want to fight, whether on the mountain or down below, I'll help you fight them!

Even though Fang Shu had imagined all sorts of scenarios between the two of them, he really hadn't expected this scene.

When the white-haired man spoke, it wasn't that he wanted revenge; instead, he wanted to recruit him as a brother and work together to kill Old Man Ling and take over the Scorched-Tail Hall's business.

The other cabinmates around them looked on with even stranger expressions.

While deep in thought, Fang Shu observed the white-haired man's behavior and secretly used the Dragon-Seeking Gold-Finding Insect.

As a result, from the other party's demeanor and behavior, he found that the other party did not seem to be lying or making empty promises. Unless—the other party's acting skills had reached a superb level, and they could even control the slightest bit of their Qi and Blood, which would prevent the Dragon-Seeking Gold-Finding Insect from noticing the slightest clue.

"Wait... this appearance..."

Suddenly, Fang Shu felt a sense of certainty and realized something, instantly understanding why he felt a sense of familiarity from this man.

It wasn't just because the other person came from the Scorched-Tail Hall and also cultivated the Scorched-Tail Hall's Lead Method, but also because the other person's appearance and behavior were somewhat similar to Xiao Lili's situation after she was implanted with a pseudo- Spirit Root.

Fang Shu examined it carefully, and thought to himself, "No, it's not just a little bit, it's extremely similar!"

The man's face was sharp and pointed, resembling both a human and a wolf, and his body was covered in white hair, making him look like a Demonization.

Eight or nine out of ten of them, like Xiao Lili, have been eroded by "external things," which have even affected their minds and temperaments.

It's just unknown whether the external object implanted in the other person's body is also Spirit Root, or simply a result of taking medicine.

A hint of pity appeared in Fang Shu's eyes.

He felt even more fortunate that he hadn't joined the Scorched-Tail Hall to cultivate.

Otherwise, judging from the experiences of Second Uncle Yu Le, Xiao Hu and his daughter, or the white-haired man in front of them, Scorched-Tail Hall is not a good place. Once you enter, you will be powerless to control your own destiny.

The white-haired man was being sized up by Fang Shu.

Fang Shu still hadn't spoken, a hint of hostility finally appeared on his face, and he hissed, "Hurry up and give me an answer, stop beating around the bush like a woman!"

Fang Shu hesitated for a moment, then a thought struck him. He didn't refuse, but instead smiled and said:

"Such an important matter cannot be plotted openly in secret. Your brother and I are just about to go up the mountain; this matter needs careful consideration, and it is too early to discuss it further."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man also appeared thoughtful.

The man nodded seriously and said in a low voice, "That's right. I'll talk to you again after we get up the mountain."

After speaking, the other person closed their eyes and continued to sit confidently on their bed, no longer looking at Fang Shu.

Just as Fang Shu withdrew his gaze from the other person, the man suddenly opened his eyes again and hummed:

"By the way, a certain name, Ling Bai Lang."

It was unclear whether he was introducing himself to the Fang Shu or to everyone. After speaking, he closed his eyes again, sat motionless, and never opened them again.

Fang Shu looked closely and saw that the other person's Qi and Blood were surging rhythmically, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Such a temperament earned his inward admiration.

After the incident Ling Bai Lang, the atmosphere among everyone in the cabin eased considerably.

Fang Shu, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, introduced himself to Er Daiyuan and the others.

Perhaps it was because they were in the same room, and because Er Daiyuan said that even after arriving at the Immortal Sect, they were still all in the same group.

The atmosphere among everyone was fairly good, and even the Black Mouse that was hiding its face cooperated by introducing itself.

The seven men spent their first night together on the boat.

In the following days.

Once everyone got used to life on the ship, they would occasionally go out of their cabins and stroll around on the deck together.

The Fang Shu were mixed in, neither too warm nor too cold.

Even with Hua Xiaqing, whom he was very wary of, he maintained a superficial politeness with her.

This day.

After the meal, the group went to the deck to digest their food and rest, listening to the well-informed Er Daiyuan recount various news items that interested them all.

This woman spoke eloquently:

"This place is neither a lake nor an inland sea, but actually the center of a river. However, it is the center where nine rivers converge."

Legend has it that an Immortal City once stood here, named Nine-River Immortal City, but it has long since sunk to the bottom. It is precisely because Nine-River Immortal City sank that this place has formed a vast, sea-like landscape, usually shrouded in mist within Mount Lu, unknown to outsiders.

Everyone listened with considerable surprise.

When everyone asked how many more days it would take to reach the shore, Er Daiyuan's face showed some hesitation.

Just then, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

She pointed to one side of the transport boat and exclaimed, "Look, there's River Merfolk!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu and the others assumed that some strange and exotic creature had appeared on the river again, and didn't take it seriously. In just a few days, they had already seen all sorts of strange creatures in the river.

As a result, besides Er Daiyuan, other fairy beings also exclaimed in surprise from both sides of the deck.

On the churning river, things were constantly leaping up and falling; upon closer inspection, they were revealed to be fair-skinned, beautiful young women.

Their bodies are plump and their faces are exquisite, but they all seem to be carved from the same mold. They also do not have legs, but instead have fish tails.

In their eagerness, these "women" exposed their beautiful female bodies without reservation, and their voices were all plaintive and tearful.

Everyone on the deck was a Third Tribulation Immortal cultivator, and they all had very sharp eyes.

They could see at a glance that these "women," except for their legs, were no different from their husbands in every other part of their bodies, regardless of size or shape.

The deck was filled with noise and commotion for a moment.

"River Merfolk? Is that the legendary mermaid?"

Many immortal beings who were focused on their cultivation were captivated by the breathtaking scene on the water, Qi and Blood Bloodline boiling and their eyes filled with fascination.

This scene even attracted the Refining Qi Immortal cultivator on the transfer boat.

A voice rang out. "This is River Merfolk, mentioned in the * Record of Broad Lore *."

Those few Refining Qi Immortal cultivator seemed to be kindly introducing themselves to the group:

"They also exist in the East Sea. They are as large as a person, and all of them are beautiful women with skin as white as jade, without scales and soft in texture."

Although this shark has a tail, its female form is no different from that of a man or woman. Widows and widowers living near the sea often dig ponds to imprison and keep it, to alleviate their loneliness, and its use is no different from that of a human.

These words, when they reached the ears of the crowd, further piqued their interest, leading many to freely comment and express their curiosity.

A short while later.

The transport boat even deliberately slowed down and stopped to make it easier for the River Merfolk to approach. Some of the immortal creatures hiding in the cabins also came out of their cabins and gathered on the deck to watch.