Chapter 118: The Unlikely Alliance: Rivals in Battle

Blue light served as the hull, golden flames as the sails, and dark demonic energy as the oars.

This ‘Rival’ Spirit Skiff, carrying three of the era’s most formidable young cultivators, advanced into the depths of the Eye of Gui Xu in a manner both peculiar and remarkably efficient.

However, the beginning of their cooperation did not herald the arrival of peace.

“Hey, Gu, can your sword energy be a little steadier? You’re making this Venerable One feel nauseous.”

“If the Demonic Venerable is seasick, you are free to end your own life, lest you defile these waters.”

“I say, you two, can you put your personal grievances aside? My princess’s demonic power is almost exhausted from your infighting!”

“Shut up, little sparrow.”

“Who are you calling a little sparrow, you madwoman!”

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Yan Wusheng sat at the bow, listening to the conversation behind her, a faint smile touching her lips before quickly fading.

She never desired their peaceful coexistence. What she sought was for them, amidst intense confrontation and friction, to push their respective emotional obsessions and powers to their absolute limits.

Only in this way could the sharpest sword be forged—one capable of cleaving through the Penglai Immortal Palace’s ten-thousand-year-old shell.

The voyage continued amidst their ceaseless bickering and reluctant cooperation.

The dangers of the Gui Xu Sea began to truly reveal their monstrous forms.

Initially, there were only scattered vengeful spirits and low-tier sea beasts, which, under the crushing power of the three, couldn’t even approach them.

Yet, as they delved deeper, the monsters in the sea grew increasingly powerful and bizarre.

“Thirty zhang to port!”

“Soul-Devouring Jellyfish, a swarm!”

Yuange’s demonic eyes, capable of piercing through the deep-sea mist, instantly sounded the alarm.

Without needing further instruction, Ling Shuangjue waved her left hand. A condensed demonic will transformed into a black streak, sweeping across that stretch of sea in an instant.

Those jellyfish, seemingly beautiful but incredibly venomous, were annihilated into their most basic particles before they could even scream.

“To the rear right! Bone-Enduring Shark!” Gu Chang’an’s voice was as clear and cold as ice.

She didn’t even turn her head; with a backhand swing of her sword, a substantive azure sword light tore through the air, precisely splitting a colossal shark—a hundred zhang long and pieced together from countless skeletons—from head to tail.

Their coordination…

It had subtly grown more tacit.

Though they still found each other unbearable, and each viewed the other as a pile of dung, when danger struck, their bodies reacted far more honestly than their mouths.

They understood that this was not the time for internal strife. Their shared goal was singular: to flatten Penglai and reclaim Shen Zhaoqing.

For this objective, let alone cooperating with a love rival, they would even team up with a dog if necessary.

“Boom!”

Just as the trio had dispatched a wave of ambushers—the ‘Ghost-Face Sea Anemones’—the entire sea surface suddenly trembled violently without warning.

A vast and malevolent aura, far surpassing all previous monsters, erupted from the bottomless abyss.

“Well, well, a big one has arrived.” Ling Shuangjue slowly rose, gripping the hilt of her Abyssal Slaughter Sword. A flicker of interest finally ignited in her blood-red pupils.

“It’s a Deep-Sea Demonic Flood Dragon,” Gu Chang’an’s expression also grew solemn. “An ancient mutated species, rumored to possess dragon blood, already at the half-step Void Return Realm of cultivation.”

“Gurgle…”

The seawater beneath their feet began to bubble furiously, as if boiling. An enormous shadow was rapidly rising from the seabed.

“It’s aiming for the core of the array.” Yan Wusheng finally opened her eyes, her voice for the first time laced with urgency. “Gu Chang’an, hold your position. You are the skiff; the skiff must not break.”

“Roar—!!!”

A deafening roar, accompanied by towering waves, completely tore apart the seawater around the three.

Amidst the terrifying, turbulent waves, a colossal beast surged out of the sea!

It was a black flood dragon, its body as immense as a mountain. A single horn protruded from its head, and its entire form was covered in scales like black jade. Its lantern-sized eyes blazed with a dark blue demonic fire.

The moment it appeared, all the vengeful spirits in the vicinity scattered in terror. This was the king of this sea domain.

The demonic flood dragon’s target was clear: Gu Chang’an, whose aura was the purest on the entire skiff and posed the greatest threat to it.

It opened its gaping maw, and two black dragon breaths, imbued with extreme filth and potent venom, spewed forth like twin pillars of light piercing the heavens, directly at Gu Chang’an.

This attack was faster than anyone had anticipated.

Gu Chang’an was fully occupied maintaining her ‘Vast Righteousness Barrier’ and had no time to spare for defense. She could withstand the blow, but the cost would be the barrier’s destruction, and the entire skiff would instantly be submerged by vengeful spirits.

“Damn it!”

In this critical moment, a golden figure moved.

Yuange, without a second thought, flashed directly in front of Gu Chang’an.

“Golden Crow Incinerating Sky Eyes!”

Yuange’s eyes instantly transformed into two burning golden suns. Two intensely hot golden beams shot forth from her eyes, boldly meeting the world-destroying black dragon breath.

“Boom—!!!”

Gold and black, two extreme forces, collided violently in mid-air. The ferocious energy shockwave instantly swept across the entire Spirit Skiff.

Yuange let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently, a trace of golden blood seeping from the corner of her lips. Her cultivation was, after all, the lowest among the three; directly clashing with the full power of a half-step Void Return Realm great demon was her absolute limit.

As the golden beams visibly faltered, and the black dragon breath threatened to engulf both her and Gu Chang’an behind her…

“…Tch.”

A barely audible click of the tongue sounded in Yuange’s ear. The next second, a white figure appeared beside her like a ghost.

It was not an attack. She didn’t even draw her sword.

Ling Shuangjue simply held the unadorned Abyssal Slaughter Sword scabbard, wrapped with rose patterns, impassively in front of Yuange.

“Clang—!!!”

A crisp, metallic clang, as if capable of shattering one’s divine soul, rang out! The unstoppable black dragon breath was forcibly—blocked—the instant it touched the scabbard!

The residual poisonous breath splattered, corroding the surrounding seawater with sizzling sounds, but the small area protected by the scabbard remained perfectly safe.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yuange was stunned. Her amber golden eyes widened in disbelief as she turned her head to look at Ling Shuangjue, who had just saved her life. Ling Shuangjue still wore her perpetually icy expression, as if she had merely swatted a mosquito.

However, the knuckles of the hand gripping the scabbard were slightly white from the force. Their proximity was extreme; Yuange could smell Ling Shuangjue’s unique cold scent, like winter plum blossoms after snow, mixed with a faint hint of blood.

She could clearly see a speck of golden demonic power, shaken loose by the impact, clinging to Ling Shuangjue’s frosty white eyelashes.

‘What… what is happening?’

‘This murderous demon… saved her? Why?’

Meanwhile, Gu Chang’an was also bewildered. She looked at the demonic princess shielding her, and the demonic supreme expert shielding the demonic princess.

This scene was simply too surreal.

‘What exactly is this?’

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