Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 316 - 183: Mengniang’s Master?_2

Chapter 316: Chapter 183: Mengniang’s Master?_2

Human cultivators who primarily cultivated with Demon Energy mostly lingered on Dead Man Island in the Ten Thousand Mountains, with few able to cultivate openly outside, as they would be subjected to an imperial investigation. This Leng Chaosong indeed had boldness.

Being one of the top ten existences in the world signified that the court turned a blind eye, at least in part.

Of course, this was related to the court’s current ambiguous attitude toward demon cultivators.

"Thud! Thud!"

The door suddenly was knocked.

"It’s that young lady." Mengniang’s form vanished.

Jiang Shouzhong opened the door, and indeed, it was Leng Jing, the young lady from Tianqing Manor.

The girl held a cactus in her hands, and although her face was still somewhat pale, her eyes had regained some vitality.

Looking at Jiang Shouzhong, the girl’s tone was full of guilt, "Jiang Mo, I’m really sorry, I almost implicated you just now."

"It’s nothing."

Jiang Shouzhong jokingly said, "As long as you don’t ask me for help."

The man joked as a preemptive precaution.

He didn’t want this girl to think, seeing that his cultivation was decent, that he would help rescue her father; he simply didn’t have the energy to get involved.

Leng Jing shook her little head vigorously, "How could I? I just came to apologize and to thank you. If it weren’t for you and that mysterious red-clothed senior, I might have been captured already."

Jiang Shouzhong spoke the truth, "If she hadn’t provoked me, I wouldn’t have taken action."

"Either way, I still want to thank you."

The girl smiled slightly, then with curiosity brimming in her almondy eyes, she asked, "Jiang Mo, I remember when we first met, you didn’t seem like a cultivator. How come you’ve become so powerful all of a sudden?"

"Just so-so."

Jiang Shouzhong courteously replied, "I’m far behind your father."

Leng Jing sincerely praised, "My father was not as powerful as you at your age."

Jiang Shouzhong chuckled twice.

Reject all the compliments from pretty girls to keep a clear head and avoid becoming a tool out of confusion.

Perhaps sensing Jiang Shouzhong’s distant attitude, Leng Jing chatted briefly and then left with a hint of grievance, wanting to say something before she went, but ultimately left unsaid.

...

After the disturbance subsided, everything returned to quiet.

The ship continued on its voyage.

During this time, passengers continuously sought the ship’s steward, requesting that the ship dock near the water’s edge to disembark from this trouble-ridden vessel as soon as possible, but the steward refused them with various excuses.

Besides, with the fog lingering on the water, docking was indeed difficult.

Fortunately, there were officials from the Liushan Division on board, which offered the passengers a smidgen of peace of mind.

Above the river’s surface, the night fog spread like spilled ink, growing denser as the night deepened until it covered everything in a vast expanse of gray.

At midnight, while Jiang Shouzhong was deep in sleep, a sudden urgent and intense knocking on the door accompanied with Chu Qi’s anxious cries: "Master Jiang! Master Jiang, something terrible has happened!"

Jiang Shouzhong got up and opened the door.

He saw Chu Qi with a pale face, his expression one of utter panic, "Master Jiang, the ship is sinking!"

What!?

Jiang Shouzhong was greatly surprised.

Following Chu Qi to the deck, Jiang Shouzhong discovered that the ship was tilting and the lower cabins had been invaded by the surging river water, causing chaos.

The awakened passengers were in complete disarray.

Cries and shouts mixed together, and some people futilely attempted to bail out water with buckets and basins.

Chu Qi had a grim expression as he spoke, "The steward of the ship has disappeared. I went to call for him as soon as I found the leak, but he was nowhere to be found. Also..."

Chu Qi looked a bit horrified, "During my patrol, I think I saw a very large shadow pass by the ship’s hull."

A very large shadow?

Jiang Shouzhong looked around at the thick surrounding fog, frowning deeply.

Why did this ship have so many problems? Could it be that those who captured Leng Jing intentionally caused this trouble?

Hearing someone calling for help, Chu Qi hurriedly ran to assist.

As Jiang Shouzhong pondered, Mengniang suddenly appeared beside him, her expression extremely grave, "Something’s wrong with these waters, there’s Demon Energy. It seems the ship is intended to sink here. I’ll take you away first."

Jiang Shouzhong was startled, just as he was about to agree, he saw those desperately crying and wailing passengers in the ship, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Is there any way to save them?"

Mengniang furrowed her lovely brows and said, "We are too far from shore; I might manage two or three people, but there are too many for me to save."

At that moment, a burst of emerald light suddenly appeared.

It was the young lady Leng Jing, standing at the bow of the ship, holding a pot with a cactus. The green radiance was resplendent; threads of light spilled from the pot, intertwining and forming a cocoon of light, enveloping the entire ship firmly.

The vessel, which was on the brink of disaster and gradually sinking, miraculously began to rise slowly.

However, the girl’s face was deathly pale, nearly transparent. It was obvious that the output of magic had greatly exhausted her; her frail body wobbled, like a lotus in the wind, liable to be blown into the water at any moment.

Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.

There was such a powerful magic artifact?

Mengniang spoke softly, "This girl can’t hold on for much longer, we must——"

Suddenly, Mengniang noticed something and looked up.

Through layers of night fog, countless stars appeared as if drawn by an invisible force, weaving an eerie pattern in the sky above, a ghostly shimmer flickered like an ancient spell, silently hovering.

"It’s a Formation!"

Mengniang’s complexion drastically changed, grabbing Jiang Shouzhong’s arm, ready to take him away.

However, at that moment, the pattern of stars began to rotate, and instantly, the water’s surface churned, creating an enormous whirlpool.

An irresistible suction force burst from the center of the whirlpool, directly pulling the ship in.

Soon, the river surface returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

...

When Jiang Shouzhong came to from the dizziness, he found himself tightly held in Mengniang’s arms, his cheek pressed firmly against a bulging water pouch, the unique rich fragrance clearly discernible.