Chapter 342 - 342 340 Netherworld Ghost Ship

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342: Chapter 340: Netherworld Ghost Ship 342: Chapter 340: Netherworld Ghost Ship The deep river water boiled and surged, the scalding temperature causing a wave of distortion above the lake’s surface. A vast and intense red lotus blossomed in the depths of the river, its fiery light brewing and erupting with thunderous booms. Majestic columns of water rose to the sky underneath the blazing inferno. Even the cold little Netherworld could not withstand the terrible flame of the red lotus. The quietly perched strands of hair on the earth withered away, as the pale faces of women each with their own expressions twisted and screamed. Black hair retreated into the river like a tide, struck with terror. Droplets of water splashed chaotically. Fang Geyu was struck by the scorching river water on her body, and out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see something. She shivered all over, the hostility in her eyes dissipated in an instant, and she lifted her pale face, looking somewhat lost. The dark night appeared uneasy. The intense light of the fire reflected the desolate moonlight. In the towering water, she saw a pair of clear and piercing eyes. Amidst the rustling of innumerable leaves and the lingering curtain of water, Su Jing’s snowy boots stepped on the Emotion Slayer. Her robe was properly attired and her sleeves fluttered. Her low-hanging eyes surveyed the great earth as if looking down upon all living beings, the sparse moonlight hitting her side profile, casting a layer of delicate cold white, like translucent cold jade, aloof and noble, resembling a celestial being. Fang Geyu peered from afar. As she saw the woman descending like a Goddess from the Nine Heavens holding someone in her hands, the dark gloom at the bottom of her eyes gradually dispersed, her fine eyebrows slightly clearing, and her pretty face relaxed and eased. Li Jiujiu, clinging onto the doorframe, exclaimed in an anxious voice, “This… this woman woke up, and Si Chen is still in her hands! Why has he fainted? What exactly did this woman do to him?” Li Jiujiu stomped her feet in urgency, not forgetting the scene on the mountain gate of Lihe Sect that day, where Su Jing was emanating a murderous aura. The reputation of the Taixuan Sect’s Young Master as one who would slay all demons was not just talk. Fang Geyu was just getting up when a piercing pain shot through her calf. Her complexion turned pale, cold sweat trickled down her cheek, and compared to the agitated Li Jiujiu, she appeared to be much more composed. It looked like the foolish corpse demon had gone to save Su Jing at the bottom of the river. However, he didn’t manage to rescue the person and instead knocked himself out. If Su Jing had any intent to kill, she wouldn’t have bothered to save him from the little Netherworld. Although Fang Geyu didn’t understand why this woman suddenly changed her mind and showed mercy to a corpse demon, she still called out to the sky uneasily, “It was he who rescued you from the Tree Demon’s grasp, please don’t harm him?” She was too far from Su Jing to see her current expression. Only to see the Emotion Slayer Sword beneath her feet releasing spiritual light, carrying the two of them, seemingly preparing to land near Fang Geyu. People of the world may not recognize Su Jing’s true face, but the prestige of the Emotion Slayer Sword was well known. Meng Zifei put away the horsetail whisk and sword in his hands, his face showing a look of shock. The Young Sect Master of the Taixuan Sect, how could she appear here?! Fang Geyu also did not expect to truly be able to trouble such a personage, and to have her hand deliver Baili An right before her. Bracing herself to stand upright with her sword, she was about to go forward. At that moment, the riverside water rippled, and inky vines stretched out from the bottom of the river. As the people freed from Fang Cong’s demonic hands heard the noise, they could not help but reveal a wary expression, their faces pale with fear, eyes fixed on the river surface. The vines did not leap out of the riverbank, but rather twisted and transformed into an ancient and timeworn Painted Boat. The curtains of the Painted Boat wafted, flags trailed long; as if from an ancient tower, scents filled the air. Under the woven canopy were several slender figures, moving soundlessly in song and dance. Seeing such a peculiar scene, Meng Zifei’s face changed slightly, exclaiming in a lost voice, “A Ghost Ship from the Netherworld?” The Ghost Ship of the Netherworld was a remarkable artifact of a Ghost Immortal, naturally born with a spirit unlike ordinary lifeless spiritual artifacts. The sentient beings within the Ghost Ship were all spirits of the vessel. Years ago, when the Empress of the Central Netherworld, Ying Ji, ventured into the Nine Nethers of the netherworld, she summoned the Ghost Ship from the Netherworld, successfully acquiring the seal made of Yin Jade. Above the sky, the white figure descending by Sword Control suddenly became still, as if a powerful force of attraction emanated from within the Ghost Ship of the Netherworld, forcibly drawing her body into the vessel. Beside Meng Zifei, Lin Jue’s face was full of shock. Seeing this scene, he blurted out, “The Ghost Ship has acknowledged a disciple of the Taixuan Sect as its master?” Meng Zifei stared blankly at the shadow of the woman in white in the river, murmuring, “So… the legends are true… Taixuan Su Jing, she really is…” Fang Geyu glanced over at him, and Meng Zifei immediately sealed his lips, bowing his head and smoothing his sword, covering the complexity in his eyes. She withdrew her gaze, looking back at Su Jing again and hesitated to speak. “Where… where are you taking him?” Li Jiujiu was clueless, knowing only the ferocity of Su Jing, never realizing it was the Painted Boat’s pulling force that temporarily trapped her within. Seeing her soaring with Sword Control, carrying her beloved in her hands, Li Jiujiu thought the story was repeating itself, and that this ruthless and decisive woman was about to throw him into a terrifying place of no return once more. Li Jiujiu, gripping her sword, rushed out. Fang Geyu was about to stop her when a cursed pain from her calf made it almost impossible to intercept. She took a step and felt as though countless sharp knives were slicing through her skin. She shouted urgently, “You fool! Don’t get close to the little River of Oblivion! If you don’t have the Boat Summoning Order, you’ll be attacked by the yin spirits in the river!” Li Jiujiu, deaf to the warning, was determined not to let Little An be thrown into that ghostly place by this woman again. Her eyes reddened, she flew with her Spirit Sword, and indeed as Fang Geyu had said, as soon as she approached the bank, a female ghost in bloodied clothes suddenly appeared on the shore with a pipa in her hands adorned with white bones, ready to lightly pluck and summon souls. Under the assault of yin energy from the River of Oblivion, Li Jiujiu’s Spiritual Power collapsed, and she fell beside the riverbank ghost. A trail of blood tears appeared from the corner of the female ghost’s eye, adding a hint of fierceness to her otherwise blank expression. However, before the strings could make a sound, a pale, translucent hand passed through the misty river fog, pressing down on the pale back of the female ghost’s hand. The female ghost looked down at this hand, the fingers were long and joints were refined, the nails neatly trimmed, the fingertips faintly flushed, while the knuckles were porcelain white and glossy, truly a model of delicate craftsmanship. She stopped her movement, looking with puzzlement at the woman in white before her. Su Jing shook her head at her. The female ghost paused for a moment, looked at her for a long time, then shifted her gaze to the young man Su Jing was holding, and smiled with a nod, obediently putting away her pipa. Seizing the silent exchange between the two, Li Jiujiu took the opportunity to stubbornly and fearlessly scramble onto the Ghost Ship, crying all the while as she inched towards Baili An’s direction, clinging to him like a koala, looking determined not to let go. Su Jing: “…” Female ghost: “…” Fang Geyu: “…” The crowd watching the drama: “…” This girl… is too brave, isn’t she? Doesn’t she know that once on board the Ghost Ship of the Netherworld, only by reaching the other shore of the Second Realm is there no turning back?

Chapter 342 - 342 340 Netherworld Ghost Ship

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