Chapter 685 - 685 Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, Fifteen Floors
685 Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, Fifteen Floors
As Zhu Wushi’s voice sounded, a huge force descended from the sky and crashed into the small boat.
It was as if a 10,000-foot-long mountain had crashed down. The surface of the sea within a radius of 10 miles was pressed down by a thousand feet.
With such power, the small boat instantly sank. The young man lying on the bow of the boat blushed and blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
Han Muye snorted and raised his sword.
The sword light stirred up endless seawater and wrapped around the small boat.
The first sword of the water lineage, Horizontal Boat.
The Horizontal Boat Sword Technique could not only injure the enemy, but also defend oneself.
The sword lights stirred up the seawater and wrapped around the small boat, transferring all the tumbling power into the waves.
The water was extremely soft.
No matter how strong the pressure was, it simply created an additional layer of waves.
If Han Muye’s water affinity could not attract much seawater in the Endless Sea, he would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure.
However, all around the Scattered Stars Island, the sea was clear, soft, and gentle. The affinity was as obedient as his arm.
The huge force was released, turning into violent waves.
The young man lying on the wooden boat heaved a long sigh of relief. He looked up and saw water splashing everywhere, like the canopy of the heavens.
He turned his head slightly and revealed a trace of excitement. He kowtowed to Han Muye and whispered, “Great Immortal, Great Immortality…”
He never knew that there were cultivators in the world who could protect mortals.
Which cultivator on Firefly Island would save a mortal?
This immortal seemed to be different from those people.
Han Muye ignored him and raised the sword in his hand again.
At this moment, in the air, Zhu Wushi, whose white robe was stained with blood, ignored Han Muye. His eyes were piercing, like a sword through a water curtain.
Beside him was an old man in a black robe. His hands were behind his back, and his strength surged.
The long beard on the old man’s chest fluttered. He was more than seven feet tall and his eyes were narrowed.
“Hehe, to be able to have such an affinity with water, I wonder what relationship does Little Friend have with the Water Spirit Palace?” The old man’s voice was light.
“I am Zuo Tianya of the Seven Luminaries Pavilion. Perhaps what happened today was just a misunderstanding.”
Hearing the old man say that it was a misunderstanding, Zhu Wushi’s eyes widened. He turned around to take a look before lowering his head.
Water Spirit Palace, Seven Luminaries Pavilion.
From the small jade-colored sword, Han Muye saw images of the various factions on the Scattered Stars Island.
Three palaces, seven pavilions, fifteen stories. The six-story Sword Pavilion inheritance that Han Muye was looking for was one of the seven pavilions, the Six Chief Pavilion.
The owner of the small jade-colored sword was once the shopkeeper of the Imperial View Sword Shop on Firefly Island.
Water Spirit Palace, Yuling Palace, Ten Thousand Demon Palace.
In the three mysterious palaces, there were many great cultivators. They were the number one force on the Scattered Stars Island.
The seven pavilions also had experts guarding them, and they were equally matched.
As for the 15th floor, there was a great cultivator in every family, and they also had their own territory and trade.
The Scattered Stars Island was an island full of businesses.
Zuo Tianya was from the Seven Luminaries Pavilion. Perhaps the Seven Luminaries Sword Sect was behind the Seven Luminaries Pavilion.
Han Muye could feel the powerful strength coming from the other party.
This was a Sword Dao cultivator who was at the fifth level of the Out of Body realm at the very least.
Without the suppression of the power of Dao and the Endless Sea, this person’s combat strength was extremely strong.
However, Han Muye’s soul was stable for Out of Body and Semi-God Realm cultivators, so he was not afraid of a battle.
“Misunderstanding?
“Perhaps you’ve misunderstood. I’m not from the Water Spirit Palace, nor do I belong to any of the three palaces.”
Han Muye’s expression did not change as he pointed his sword forward.
Hearing his words, Zhu Wushi grinned. Just as he was about to speak, Zuo Tianya, who was beside him, said again, “There’s no harm in a misunderstanding. No discord, no concord. On behalf of the Seven Luminaries Pavilion, I welcome you to the Scattered Stars Island.”
With that, he did not wait for Han Muye to reply. He chuckled and turned to fly away.
Zhu Wushi’s smile froze. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.
Han Muye slowly turned the sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhu Wushi.
Zhu Wushi was stunned. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave without saying a word.
His injuries were not light, and he was frightened by Han Muye’s methods. He did not dare to fight Han Muye again.
Han Muye smiled.
It didn’t matter if they didn’t fight.
Anyway, he came to the Scattered Stars Island for the six-story Sword Pavilion related to the jade-colored sword.
The six-story Sword Pavilion was related to the inheritance of the Upper Three Heavens in the Immortal Source World. Han Muye had long wanted to know what the Upper Three Heavens looked like.
The more cultivators he interacted with, the more curious he became about the Upper Three Heavens in the Immortal Source World.
Is that really a place that ruled the world and had countless mighty figures?
Why did the Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor say that the Upper Three Heavens is not a good place?
When Zuo Tianya and Zhu Wushi left, the young man lying on the deck of the bow sat down and took a few long breaths.
Seeing Han Muye turn to look at him, the young man hurriedly lay down again. “Great Immortal, my name is Zeng Daniu. I’m a fisherman.”
With that, he kowtowed a few times and said, “Great Immortal, if you want a blood sacrifice, I’m willing to give up my life. However, please give me half a day. I’ll go and make arrangements for my family.”
Han Muye looked at Zeng Daniu’s expression. He really looked like he was willing to be sacrificed.
Are there really so many mortal blood sacrifices on Firefly Island?
Han Muye had never seen this in the jade-colored sword. Perhaps the life of a mortal was too small a matter for the jade sword to care about.
“Sure, I’ll go to the Imperial View Sword Shop.
“Make arrangements for your family and come to the Imperial View Sword Shop to find me.”
Han Muye nodded, his expression calm. With a move, he landed on the shore, then identified his direction and headed towards the middle of the island.
Over there, spiritual qi rose into a pillar of light, and there was a street market that stretched on and on.
“The Imperial View Sword Shop…” Zeng Daniu’s face was filled with bitterness as he muttered. He took a deep breath and looked at the fish and prawns that had been crushed into meat paste in the fishing net in front of the boat.