Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique
Chapter 448 - 9: The Ghost Ship Drifting on Mist Magnetic Lake

Chapter 448 -9: The Ghost Ship Drifting on Mist Magnetic Lake

“Huh? Something’s not right? What’s not right?” Ziyuan did not sense anything amiss, likely because her cultivation level was too low to perceive it.

Although Lin Feng’s cultivation wasn’t considered particularly high, his soul power was formidable, comparable to a cultivator of the “Yin Yang Realm Seventh Layer Heaven.”

Therefore, Lin Feng’s perception of danger was no less keen than that of the strong ones in the Yin Yang Realm.

At first glance, there was nothing special about the small boat, but a careful sensing revealed some eerie aspects.

First was the sinister aura hidden within the boat, which, despite deliberate concealment, couldn’t be completely hidden.

Second, the boat appeared too dilapidated. Lin Feng even suspected it might sink halfway due to a leak.

However, the boat did indeed contain some arrays, and these arrays seemed to be even more ingenious than those on the boat that Daoist Xuan Cheng had destroyed.

Even so, Lin Feng did not choose to board immediately; he always felt there was something wrong with the boat.

Either the boat itself was malignant, or there was an evil cultivator hiding on it.

The malignancy of the boat itself was one thing—it was just a boat, after all. How much harm could it do? Lin Feng believed in his firm will, sure that he would not be affected.

The terrifying prospect, however, was the latter. If an evil cultivator were hiding on the boat, he and Ziyuan boarding could very well fall into a trap.

…

Deep in the island.

“Big brother, the Golden Flame Fruit has been plucked,” a cultivator said solemnly.

The Life-stealing Scholar’s face turned incredibly gloomy.

Then, a voice came from not far away, “Big brother, we’ve found Daoist Xuan Cheng’s body.”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

A group hurried over. The Life-stealing Scholar examined the body and said in a deep voice, “He hasn’t been dead for more than four hours. Seventy to eighty percent chance it was done by an accomplice. But Daoist Xuan Cheng’s boat has been destroyed; we’ve only seen the wreckage and not the bodies of others. It’s likely that a few people are alive and have made it to this island, now hiding somewhere. Everyone, split up and begin a thorough search.”

The Life-stealing Scholar commanded.

“Yes…”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Figures darted off in all directions.

“Don’t bother hiding anymore; you can’t escape. Come out now and hand over the Golden Flame Fruit, and our boss might spare your lives. If you don’t know what’s good for you, there’s only one path—death!”

A sneering voice echoed over the island.

“Young master, they’ve begun searching the island,” Ziyuan said with some concern.

Lin Feng nodded gravely. The island wasn’t particularly large, making it difficult to hide. If it were a vast island, Lin Feng might have considered evasion, but on such a small one, being discovered was only a matter of time.

“Taoist friend, we hope you can carry us out of here. There will certainly be a generous reward later.”

Lin Feng cupped his fists and then, together with Ziyuan, jumped onto the boat.

Once Lin Feng and Ziyuan boarded, the small boat started drifting into Mist Magnetic Lake.

Inside the cabin, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Lin Feng swept out with his Divine Sense, but it was repelled by an invisible force.

“Such powerful soul force, it actually repelled my Divine Sense,” Lin Feng took a deep breath.

He and Ziyuan stood at the bow and did not enter the cabin.

The entity inside the cabin also made no sound.

Lin Feng was on alert, watching the cabin so he could react immediately to anything amiss.

“Blood, young master, look, it’s blood. Fresh blood is flowing out from the cabin,” Ziyuan exclaimed in horror.

Lin Feng looked and his expression turned abruptly grave. Indeed, it was fresh blood—a large amount flowing out from the cabin—making the scene exceedingly eerie and horrific.

“Ah.”

Suddenly, Lin Feng let out a painful scream, as if he had been struck by a soul attack.

Lin Feng forcefully pounded his own head.

“Cackle, cackle, cackle…”

At that moment, a sinister laughter emanated from the cabin, chill-inducing and as eerie and mournful as the laughter of a fierce ghost.

Then, dense black fog surged out.

Within the fog, a sharp claw materialized, directly grabbing towards Lin Feng’s chest.

“It’s been such a long time since I encountered a young cultivator with such bloodline—the favorite of this master.”

A grim voice came from the cabin, indistinguishable as male or female, only sounding a hundred times more grating than a crow’s caw.

The sharp claw was about to fiercely seize Lin Feng.

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s pained expression brightened considerably in his eyes.

Where was there any sign of someone befallen by a “Soul Secret Skill”?

Lin Feng had been on guard against the evil cultivator inside the cabin all along, so he was aware of the opponent’s every move.

As soon as Lin Feng sensed something amiss, he quickly protected his soul with the Chaos Ancient Lamp.

The Soul Secret Skill wielded by the evil cultivator inside the cabin was resisted by Lin Feng’s Chaos Ancient Lamp.

But the evil cultivator didn’t know this and thought that Lin Feng had received great damage, so he launched an attack on Lin Feng.

“Boom…”

Lin Feng raised his right hand and directly summoned a Thunder Light Ball.

This was a Thunder Attack he had condensed with the Domineering Heaven Thunder Technique.

Lin Feng had heard that evil cultivators were most afraid of Thunder Attacks.

Bang…

The Thunder Light Ball exploded and shattered the ghost claw formed from the black fog.

Boom boom boom…

Lin Feng threw several more Thunder Light Balls into the cabin.

Bang bang bang…

A succession of explosions followed, mixed with the frenzied roar of the ghost cultivator, “Ah, boy, you actually know Thunder Secret Skills, it hurts me to death, you’re going to explode my body, I’ll kill you.”

“Hum.”

At that moment, a black light burst into Lin Feng’s mind.

The black light condensed into a miniature figure.

This was a Soul Miniature, entwined with the black fog.

The Soul Miniature held a treasure sword in its hands!

It flew swiftly within Lin Feng’s mind, attempting to slay Lin Feng’s soul.

“What kind of secret technique is this?”

Lin Feng was shocked, as this was clearly a terrifying Soul Secret Skill.

Evil cultivators were best at “Soul Attack Skills.”

The Soul Miniature wielding a sword conjured by this evil cultivator was many times more powerful than Lin Feng’s “Soul Sword.”

“So you’re hiding inside your Life-bound Magical Treasure. I’ll shatter all of your Life-bound Magical Treasures as well.”

The chilling voice of the evil cultivator echoed.

The Soul Miniature holding the sword, brandishing the Battle Sword in hand, viciously slashed towards Lin Feng’s Life-bound Magical Treasure, the Chaos Ancient Lamp.

Clang.

A loud noise reverberated. In Lin Feng’s mind, it created intense fluctuations and fierce collisions.