Riiip!
Riiip!
Wu Yong and his companions swam along the riverbed, dragging ribbons of killing intent.
Iron pillars rose from the riverbed, each dozens of meters tall.
Dragging the ribbons, they swam from top to bottom, grinding the killing intent against the iron pillars.
Then they ground it from bottom to top.
Dragged and ground again and again, the ribbons shrank little by little. Only when they became threads would the work count as a success.
Two hours...
Six hours...
Twelve hours...
A strange conch call sounded, and fish spirits came to receive them.
Wu Yong and the others could hardly wait to swim up.
Splash!
Amid the surging river, Wu Yong and the others trod the waves and landed where the cliffs met the water.
Cultivators had carved out platforms here. Though not very broad, they wound along the Fury River and could accommodate plenty of people.
Splash!
Wu Yong wrung the water from his clothes and plopped down on the ground.
Watching the river surge, he once again saw the image of Wang Quan drinking tea in his mind.
For a moment, he sat dazed and distracted.
Whoosh!
A spell landed on him, clearing away the water and all sorts of grime.
Startled, Wu Yong glanced at the caster. Seeing that it was the underling who had followed him the longest, he grinned.
The underling came over and produced a hand warmer from who knew where.
He opened his mouth and breathed mouthfuls of flame into it.
Soon, the hand warmer gave off heat, dispelling the moisture around them.
"Boss, we asked the fish spirits today and found out they're all refining baleful intent for an orthodox cultivator called the Flower-Scatter Daoist."
"This Flower-Scatter Daoist is named Wang Quan. Supposedly, he only started Dharma Refining a few years