There were many cultivators in the Great Death Realm, so naturally there were many ferries. Although cultivators at the Sea Inversing Realm could wander among the stars, having a ferry as a means of transportation was extremely good, and some ferries were much faster than cultivators wandering the stars themselves.
But this was the first time Ma Xiaohong had seen more than a dozen ferries gathered together like this.
What was most awkward was that her flying shuttle formed from a sword didn't stop, and crashed directly into a ferry, piercing into it. She hugged the remaining half of the sword tip tightly, her face slightly pale, somewhat at a loss.
"I knew female drivers were unreliable," Chen Xia made an extremely subjective false statement, but there was no next sentence, because he was debating with his inner demon again about the three kinds of openings in Chinese chess. One supported the horse opening, while the other supported the cannon opening.
They held firmly to their own opinions, arguing intensely.
In less than a moment, someone had come down from the ferry, a short fat elder with yellowing eyebrows and eyes. He first sized up Ma Xiaohong, then frowned and asked,
"Are you declaring war?"
"No, no," Ma Xiaohong hurriedly waved her hand, her tone almost crying as she hastily explained, "I just accidentally crashed into you."
"Crashed?" The short fat elder wrinkled his sparse eyebrows, probed Ma Xiaohong with his spiritual sense, even more puzzled.
"3rd layer of the Sea Inversing Realm?"
"Mm..." Ma Xiaohong lightly nodded, not daring to lie.
The short fat elder asked again, "Which realm are you cultivators from? Where is your leader?"
Ma Xiaohong's body trembled slightly, not knowing how to respond. Her gaze looked towards Chen Xia who was still arguing with himself behind her.
But Chen Xia had no time to pay attention to her.
Ma Xiaohong smiled bitterly, and could only reply to the short fat elder, "The... the leader is dead."
What she said was indeed the truth.
The short fat elder frowned again. "They're all dead, leaving just you two at the Sea Inversing Realm?"
He had clearly probed Chen Xia's cultivation level.
"Mm," Ma Xiaohong nodded lightly again, weakly answering, "They're... they're all dead."
"Then which realm were you cultivators from?" the short fat elder asked again.
Ma Xiaohong bit her lip, not daring to reveal which realm they were from, afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble. Her mind raced. Head lowered, she even more didn't dare meet the short fat elder's gaze.
The scene was very quiet, carrying a solemn atmosphere.
"Blue Sky Sword Sea," Chen Xia's voice suddenly rang out, continuing, "We're cultivators from the Blue Sky Sword Sea."
The short fat elder frowned. He hadn't heard of this place, but there were countless realms in the myriad worlds he hadn't heard of, so he didn't care about one more.
The current issue was their flying shuttle had crashed into the ferry.
The short fat elder looked towards the flying shuttle. He only sensed that this flying shuttle was not simple at all, with sword qi criss-crossing within, but he truly could not figure out exactly what material it was made of. Perhaps it was deliberately concealed.
He looked at Ma Xiaohong and spoke again.
"I don't care which realm you cultivators are from. Crashing into our ferry, you'll have to pay compensation. A hole this big, it'll at least take 100,000 Spirit Stones. And I'll add, I'm at the 10th level of the Heaven Mending Realm."
As the short fat elder was speaking, the might of the 10th level of the Heaven Mending Realm was suddenly released, nearly suffocating Ma Xiaohong as cold sweat streamed down her.
Chen Xia was still arguing intensely with himself behind them during one of his few moments of lucidity.
The scene quieted down again.
The short fat elder narrowed his eyes, waiting for a satisfactory response.
"Damn it!" A furious roar suddenly rang out.
The short fat elder frowned seriously looking towards the direction it came from.
He saw Chen Xia abruptly stand up and start fighting with himself, his left and right hands tangled together intensely.
"What's he doing?" The short fat elder asked Ma Xiaohong doubtfully.
"He's... he's rebelling," Ma Xiaohong answered haltingly.
"Isn't your companion's mind affected by dark invasion resulting in this strange state?" the short fat elder questioned further.
Ma Xiaohong didn't know how to reply so she could only say, "Unclear."
"Then that should be it. Wandering the Great Death Realm is still too difficult for those at the Sea Inversing Realm, moreover you two don't even have a leader. You can be considered unlucky, but compensation in Spirit Stones is still required. That's not negotiable."
The short fat elder said heavily.
Ma Xiaohong didn't have any money on her, she could only look towards Chen Xia.
Seeing Ma Xiaohong's reaction, the short fat elder also knew Chen Xia was the one in charge. His gaze likewise shifted towards Chen Xia.
And so it was the two of them simultaneously watching Chen Xia in his madness.
Perhaps half an hour had passed. The short fat elder could bear it no longer. The might of the Heaven Mending Realm instantly pressed down, wanting to forcibly stop Chen Xia's soliloquy.
But it was useless.
Chen Xia continued arguing intensely with himself.
"How strange. This dark invasion has possibly already reached an irremediable stage. Why can't he be awakened no matter what?" The short fat elder was puzzled.
Ma Xiaohong didn't dare speak.
Chen Xia once again started fighting fiercely between his left and right sides.
The scene could not be called bizarre, only a kind of beauty that surpassed cultivators' comprehension.
The short fat elder was somewhat impatient. Spiritual energy condensed in his palm forming green flames as he heavily declared,
"Since you can't wake up, then I'll help you wake up. But afterwards there will be additional fees!"
In a flash he directly arrived before Chen Xia. The hand covered in green flames clutched Chen Xia's head, forcibly pulling him up to meet the short fat elder's slightly yellow eyes as he angrily roared,
"Clear your mind, delusions begone! Restore consciousness!"
His hand clutching Chen Xia's head turned into a slap, striking down. Then he grasped the head again, extremely pleased with himself.
This was an extremely rare, supreme art he had learned to counteract dark invasion. Using it on this tiny cultivator at the Sea Inversing Realm should be a blessing for the little cultivator. Afterwards he would be able to charge several more tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
The short fat elder was gleefully anticipating.
A crimson eye met his gaze. It shone with abundant evil spirit. Looking closely, the crimson pupil was like a fresh red star.
Just the sight of it made the short fat elder feel somewhat apprehensive.
"Do you think you're very funny?"
Chen Xia asked.
"I wanted to save you. I didn't have any other intentions," the short fat elder smilingly explained, his hand still clutching Chen Xia's head.
His body abruptly spun as he crashed to the ground.
Chen Xia in turn clutched the short fat elder's head. Dark purple tribulation lightning sparked above it as Chen Xia said,
"Returning the favor. I'll also save you a bit."
"Don't, don't!" The short fat elder loudly pleaded for mercy. His entire body trembled from the flowing dark purple tribulation lightning.
He had thought they were unfortunate pushovers. He didn't expect to meet someone even more ruthless.
How could this psycho be so fierce?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
