Fang Chi of Layered Heavens Palace
A beautiful woman shedding tears always evokes pity.
Hai Pingge immediately stepped forward and put his arm around Su Fuyun, separating her from Zhao Yunhe and the others.
"Today is the day we depart for Gleaming Gold Island. The journey is not to be taken lightly. If you two have tickets, hurry up and get on board. If not, leave now and don't waste our time." Although he didn't use a single swear word, he thoroughly humiliated the man.
The two fellow disciples below instantly turned red with anger.
Zhao Yunhe and his companion were humiliated, but Su Fuyun, who was always "kind-hearted," showed no intention of speaking up for them. She only cried throughout the ordeal, as if she was too busy shedding tears to notice their predicament.
Sang Ying was engrossed in watching when suddenly someone appeared beside her. "Tsk tsk tsk, this female cultivator may not look remarkable, but her methods are quite extraordinary! She reminds me of a certain flower."
Following the sound, Sang Ying saw another girl in Hongyi, but unlike Gu Hongyi, this girl did not appear spoiled. Instead, she had a heroic air about her, which made Sang Ying feel a sense of goodwill towards her.
She followed up by asking, "What flower?"
The female cultivator grinned. "White lotus!"
Sang Ying choked for a moment, but upon closer reflection, she realized that it did indeed fit Su Fuyun somewhat.
"I am Fang Chi of the Layered Heavens Palace, the future Palace Master of the Layered Heavens Palace!" The sunny-faced female cultivator, carrying a large sword, smiled brightly at Sang Ying.
She was quite confident, considering she was only at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, yet she dared to consider herself the future Palace Master. Layered Heavens Palace was one of the major sects, and becoming the next Palace Master was no easy feat.
Surprisingly, Sang Ying didn't dislike her confidence. After all, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people she disliked in the Flowing Light Sword Sect, she would also like to sit in the position of sect leader.
Sang Ying cupped her hands in greeting, saying, "I am Sang Ying from the Flowing Light Sword Sect."
"So you wield a sword! What a coincidence, I wield a knife!" Fang Chi laughed, and even reached out to pat Sang Ying's shoulder hard.
After that slap, Sang Ying felt that the swordsman was indeed incredibly strong. She didn't show it on her face, but secretly rubbed her hand.
While the two were talking, Zhao Yunhe and his fellow disciple had already been completely dealt with.
Under repeated threats from the young master of the Hai Household, Zhao Yunhe, realizing he was no match for this local bully, had no choice but to retreat.
But before he left, he gave Su Fuyun a deep look, a look that wasn't entirely filled with love. Su Fuyun, frightened, hid in Hai Pingge's arms, looking weak and pitiful.
Having dealt with Zhao Yunhe, the two turned their attention to the others on the deck, with Sang Ying being the first to be noticed.
Hai Pingge had never met Sang Ying before and didn't recognize her at first. He just felt a pang of regret that although Sang Ying was beautiful, she was too young.
It was only when Su Fuyun brought it up that he was able to match the names together.
"Since she's your junior sister, why don't you go over and say hello?" Hai Pingge suggested.
Even if he hadn't said it, Su Fuyun would have gone anyway, so she naturally went without hesitation.
Sang Ying noticed Su Fuyun's movement immediately. She frowned and looked at the newcomer. "Senior Sister, have you gathered all the Spirit Stone to pay off my debt?"
Su Fuyun stopped abruptly, but she quickly regained her composure and approached with a smile, saying, "Junior sister, what are you saying? We are the closest of sisters, do you think I would renege on my promise?"
She seemed intent on appearing to outsiders that the two had a good relationship, but Sang Ying didn't give her that opportunity at all.
"Yes, I'm worried. After all, Senior Sister's credibility is really questionable. You promised three days, but it's been a long time now, and you still haven't brought the Spirit Stone you owe me. Doesn't that demonic pet deserve your hundred Spirit Stone?" Sang Ying glanced at the Beast Ring on her hand, her eyes filled with mockery.
Fang Chi was standing next to Sang Ying, saw the two of them facing off and leaned against the railing to watch the spectacle with great interest.
Su Fuyun's smile gradually faded. She glanced at Fang Chi, and after realizing that he posed no threat to her, she looked at Sang Ying again, but the gentleness she had shown at the beginning was gone.
"Junior sister, do you have to make things so ugly? It's only a hundred Spirit Stone, you don't lack those." She said in a low voice.
Sang Ying remained expressionless. "Even if I don't lack anything, it's still mine. After you return it, I'll use it to buy some food to feed the sect's guard dogs; they'll be happy that way too."
Fang Chi behind him chuckled, while Su Fuyun's face slowly darkened.
Amo, who had been kept in the Beast Ring by her for the past few days, whimpered in pain. Ever since it learned that it had been bought by Sang Ying, Su Fuyun had stopped being gentle with it.
For the past few days, it has been kept locked in its Beast Ring and not released. This cold-hearted owner seems to have made up his mind to abandon his pet.
Having not eaten for a long time, Amo slowly lost consciousness in the Beast Ring, but Su Fuyun's voice still lingered in his ears:
"It's been a while, and my junior sister seems to have gotten much worse."
She bit her lip, a hint of displeasure on her face.
Sang Ying had already lost patience to continue the conversation, "Yes, it's all because of you, Senior Sister. Even the best temper has been worn down. If you stay any longer, Senior Sister, I'm afraid I'll do more than just talk."
The scene of the longsword appearing out of thin air and being held in Sang Ying's hand, and being knocked away by her several times, kept flashing through Su Fuyun's mind.
She wanted to resist and stay, but she was afraid that Sang Ying would really make a move, so she could only smile awkwardly and say, "Junior Sister, what are you saying? I don't believe you would lay a hand on me. But since you have other matters to attend to, I won't bother you any longer."
If she hadn't left in such a hurry, perhaps her words would have been more believable.
"Your senior sister is quite interesting." Fang Chi sidled up to her, knife in hand. "May I have a chance to chat with her?"
After confirming that Fang Chi was serious, Sang Ying chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll let you two chat sometime."
However, Sang Ying was unsure whether they would resort to violence later on.
After seeing Su Fuyun off, the others quickly boarded the ship as well.
Sang Ying had specifically asked beforehand, and this time the white-bearded old man had sent out more than 300 ship tickets. Eighteen of them were at the Nascent Soul Realm stage, and the rest were either at the Golden Core or Foundation Establishment. In general, male cultivators made up the majority, and some of them were from the Hai Household.
It is a tradition for candidates of the Hai Household to go to the Shimmering Gold Island Secret Realm for training. The young direct descendants of the Hai Household lead their followers to Gleaming Gold Island, and through this trip to the secret realm, they will determine who is superior in advance.
From this perspective, Hai Tingzhou, who came to the island alone, is actually the most unassuming among all the direct descendants of the Hai Household.
Once everyone was accounted for, the white-bearded old man tapped his pipe onto the deck. The boat, which had been huddled along the shore, immediately retreated from the narrow bay, and the moment it entered the open sea, its golden sails unfurled as if they could blot out the sky.
The small boat quickly transformed into a behemoth, startling many seabirds into flight.
At this moment, the Golden Summit finally revealed its true form. It appeared out of nowhere on the sea like a giant beast, as if no storm could overturn it.
"Alright everyone, let's head towards Gleaming Gold Island!" Whitebeard's voice echoed throughout the entire Golden Summit.
Following his words, the large ship cleaved through the waves and quickly headed straight for the distant island.
Sang Ying and the others all turned their gazes toward the island, where a divine weapon that Su Fuyun had used to defeat them was hidden, and now this weapon was about to change hands!
A note from the author:
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