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Chapter 152 Song Xi: Is that you? Huang Quan, Reincarnation?

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Song Xi: Is that you? Huang Quan, Reincarnation?

Stepping forward, past the door, the Wang Family Elder saw a beautiful figure seated on a meditation cushion.

It was a woman draped in a purple robe, her beauty nearly unreal.

Her face was as fair and smooth as white jade, with elegantly curved eyebrows, eyes like black gems, glistening red lips, and a cascade of smooth purple hair like silk.

Seated on the cushion, she seemed like a Divine Lotus, serene and luminous as jade.

The elder only glanced once before lowing his eyes, beginning to understand the former Crown Prince of Chu Nation’s feelings.

Such a nation-enthralling beauty, no wonder the former Crown Prince was captivated.

"Old Wang, I remember that the Wang, Liu, and Yang families joined forces to assassinate one person, but it seems the attempt was unsuccessful."

"Your Majesty..."

"Just call me Song Xi," the lady interrupted with a light chuckle, cutting off the elder’s words.

"Miss Song, we failed, everyone besides myself perished."

A bitter expression crept onto the face of the elder.

He then relayed the events that had just occurred to the woman without holding anything back.

In the meantime, a serious look emerged in Song Xi’s eyes as she picked up the teacup in front of her meditation cushion and took a sip.

"So, what is the enemy’s Cultivation Level?"

"Cultivation Level?"

The elder fell into thought; the skirmish had been too swift and too brutal, he hadn’t even managed to think before they were utterly defeated.

Now, carefully recalling the events, his face gradually exhibited horror.

"Blood Refinement."

"Blood Refinement!"

Song Xi drained the tea in her cup in one gulp, her pupils shining with a divine light.

"You said there was also a young girl in blue clothes by that person’s side, capable of escaping directly before you could enact your assassination."

"Yes, I have no idea what kind of method that girl possesses that allowed her to just leave."

The elder lamented.

A young person, achieving True Realization through Blood Refinement, turning the strong who came to assassinate him into utter failures with an easy swing of his fist.

And by his side was a young girl, able to leave the battleground at any time.

An image from the deepest recesses of memory once again surfaced.

"This is troublesome," the lady sighed softly, her body slowly rising as she moved past the elder and toward the house.

"Yes, quite troublesome; we must kill that young man quickly to prevent his growth."

The elder agreed.

By now, the woman had reached the threshold of the door.

"Kill him and remember to bring back his head."

Creak!

The door closed, and four figures emerged from the shadows of the room, each exuding powerful auras.

Song Xi, looking towards the direction of the Sea of Flowers, had a complex expression in her eyes, murmuring to herself, "Could it be you?"

Creak!

The door opened, and a figure in a black robe knelt on one knee, holding a wooden box in hand.

"You’ve had a long day, but we need to make another trip."

"Yes."

Voices of deference came from all around.

No one objected, nor did anyone ask why the elder had to be killed.

...

At the end of the Sea of Flowers lied the boundless Yellow River, its endless stream flowing, each wave revealing the howling souls within.

The river was infinite, as seemed the souls of the dead.

Two figures stood amidst the bright Sea of Flowers, gazing at the churning yellow waters.

"This is The Falling Water, also known as the Netherworld Water. The water is so heavy even flying birds can’t cross it. It contains the souls of countless deceased, and once anyone falls in, they will die instantly, even if they’re alive."

"The Falling Water? Netherworld Water?"

Liang Hui stepped forward slowly, approaching the bank, his gaze deep.

Again, the Spider Lily, again, the Yellow River.

This made him speculate about Li Muxuan’s breakthrough method.

Though his mind was filled with thoughts, it didn’t affect his actions at hand.

Several streams of light flew from the palm of the boy, each stream being a Magic Artifact Liang Hui had obtained through battle.

The Magic Artifacts, emitting multicolored radiance, sped toward the Netherworld Water.

Just as they reached the airspace above the Netherworld Water, the streams of light abruptly slowed and, after gliding for over a hundred meters, fell into the Netherworld Water.

Then, visible to the naked eye, they began to be eroded away, disappearing without a trace.

"Other than specially made boats, there is no other way to cross this expanse of Netherworld Water."

Su Yao took deliberate steps forward, took out a blue boat from the storage space, and threw it into the Netherworld Water.

The boat rapidly expanded in mid-air and eventually transformed into a pavilion boat, resting atop the Netherworld Water, following the rise and fall of the waves.

Su Yao leapt up and boarded the pavilion boat.

Liang Hui followed closely behind.

Then, under Su Yao’s control, the pavilion boat sailed forward.

The vast expanse of the Netherworld Water was boundless, and the two had been sailing for barely an hour.

A stationary green boat suddenly appeared within their field of vision.

’That presence, it’s a hidden enemy, kill him.’

This thought instantly emerged in Liang Hui’s mind.

The next moment, a massive explosion erupted from below the pavilion boat.

The pavilion boat shook violently.

With a light stomp of his foot, Liang Hui steadied the shaking pavilion boat.

However, next to him, Su Yao looked somewhat troubled and whispered:

"The pavilion boat is damaged, and the Netherworld Water is corroding it; moreover, I suspect there are other traps around us."

At the same time, the boat standing still in the distance dumped a clay pot overboard.

It sped away into the distance as if it didn’t care about the outcome.

Crack!

As the pot hit The Falling Water, pitch-black smoke billowed out, drifting rapidly toward Liang Hui’s direction.

"Protect yourself."

Liang Hui’s eyes were cold as he watched the direction in which the boat was fleeing.

With a flick of his palm, the Crimson Jade Bell hovered above it.

Clang!

A clear bell sound resonated.

From the center of the pavilion boat where Liang Hui was, sounds of booming came from the Netherworld Water.

Great amounts of Netherworld Water rose and fell, and the souls within the water howled.

Clang!

The Crimson Jade Bell rang again, and all the Netherworld Water and souls that had risen were evaporating and vanishing at an extremely fast rate.

The pervasive black fog, too, began to slow with the ringing of the bell, but it still hadn’t dissipated.

At the same time, Liang Hui waved his hand, and a silver Flying Boat appeared in front of the pavilion boat.

During the battle outside the city, the preparations by the Liu and Yang Family Elders to cross the Netherworld Water were all in Liang Hui’s storage space.

Initially unsure of their uses, he understood the moment Su Yao explained.

He leapt up, landing on the silver Flying Boat.

"Come aboard."

Upon hearing this, Su Yao did not hesitate and immediately followed.

The youth gazed at the route before him, cloaked in black fog. If he took some time, he was confident he could clear the fog.

But he didn’t want to wait; he wanted to kill that person right now.

The Crimson Jade Bell rose into the air, its red radiance cascading down, protecting the Flying Boat.

At the same time, an ancient mirror rose with a golden glow, casting down a divine halo.

A snow-white ruler cut through the air, cleaving forward.

In an instant, the black fog along with the Netherworld Water was split open, creating a narrow crack.

Without hesitation, the Flying Boat surged forth rapidly, diving into the black fog.

The ruler continually cleaved through, cutting open the fog ahead, the ancient mirror’s light circulated, countering the corrosion from all sides, and the bell’s ringing incessantly incinerated the splashing Netherworld Water.

Minutes passed, and the Flying Boat burst out of the black fog, heading toward the green boat.

Liang Hui looked at the ancient mirror in his hand, now with a few more cracks, his intent to kill growing even more intense.

The lure of the deserted city, coupled with this ambush—if he had to chase the enemy to the ends of the Netherworld, he was determined to kill them.