Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1122: Chapter 1120: Luring the Fish Technique

On the storm-tossed sea, it’s extremely easy to lose one’s way.

However, this covertly departing small boat was making its way without a moment’s delay, ghost-like as it pierced through the layers of falling rain.

Even the continuously washed windows were faintly veiled by a layer of dark clouds, blending it even more with the surroundings, making it hard to detect.

They even went so far as to employ stealth measures, professionally executed!

As a freeloading passenger, Fu Qian found this very satisfying.

Of course, what satisfied him even more was the fact that these terse hunters clearly had a targeted destination, pointing straight towards the outer periphery of the Sea of Ashes.

The reason he says they’re not talkative is well-founded; up to now, Fu Qian hadn’t heard any discussion regarding the purpose of their trip.

The Transcendents on the ship, apart from one who was clearly the decision-maker addressed as Lann, who was continuously checking the course and distance, others were either preparing for battle or resting on their own.

And yet, even so, Fu Qian was still able to confirm that it would not take long before they could reach the outskirts of the Sea of Ashes.

Is this what they mean by everything being an excellent arrangement in legends?

If not for this vile weather, he would probably have to spend several more hours, and for the final stretch, he might even need to swim there.

The situation now was so smooth that one could not help but suspect that the storm might be the result of the Transcendents actively seeking it out.

Plop!

In the midst of his musings, a very faint sound arose behind him, like something lightly brushing against the floor.

But Fu Qian, cloaked in darkness, did not turn around in haste, instead, he took an interest in studying the dim reflection on the window.

Given the small size of the ship and considering his Demigod status, nearly no detail could escape his senses.

He had been monitoring from the start what the thing behind him was and where it was headed.

The next moment, from the tiny gap under the door, a translucent, slender tentacle slithered in.

And with its twisting and turning, one could vaguely make out the rows of suckers on it.

Indeed, it was not some crew member who happened to be on patrol but a native of the deep sea.

Even so, this ocean creature with an appearance similar to an octopus bore no trace of Transcendence.

And this was the wonderful part.

It seemed to be a normal animal, yet it made an extraordinary move: not only did it hitch a ride amidst the storm, but it also knew how to be so careful as to not disturb anyone.

For example, it chose an empty room for itself.

At this moment, several more translucent limbs kept wriggling in from under the door, its gelatinous body exhibiting extreme elasticity, almost stretching out into a membrane.

At a glance, one could even see the green-tinged ink-like fluid flowing within it, forming fascinating patterns.

Considering this, Fu Qian observed while activating his ability, “Blood Conquest,” striving not to disturb the creature.

…

It took several minutes for this creature, merely tens of centimeters long, to finally settle comfortably into the cabin.

And while its two black eyes moved around atop its body, its movements didn’t stop there. It maintained its stretched state and didn’t fully retract as it crawled towards where he was.

Fu Qian watched it the entire time until it hid itself under a bed.

Of course, this minor obstacle did nothing to prevent Fu Qian from knowing its body was quickly recovering, even slightly expanding like a balloon being inflated gradually.

The Sea of Ashes is indeed a place of wonders.

The life force of this creature was visibly becoming unstable, a clear sign it wouldn’t live much longer.

But such precise secret infiltration was hard to imagine as just seeking a warm place to lay itself to rest.

The underlying reason arouses curiosity.

Between sighs, a new change transpires—the small boat in the storm actually begins to slow down.

Clearly, it is not proceeding towards the destination as ideally expected.

Before long, the vessel quietly halts amidst the wind and waves.

At the same time, the layer of dark fog that had been rolling on the surface rapidly becomes thicker, almost merging the boat’s silhouette with the water’s color.

And merely minutes later, a wispy rhythm emanates from the ship, piercing through the veil of rain.

Despite the sound being faint, not even the tempest’s thunder could mask it as it drifts into the distance.

Extraordinary Item? Indeed professional.

Fu Qian naturally knows where the sound is coming from.

At this very moment, the various heroes who had boarded one after another have now all gathered together.

At the center of their gazes stands Lann, the mediator with a long face and no beard, looking somber as he stands on deck holding a light blue mouth harmonica to his lips, playing it softly, utterly indifferent to the downpour drenching him completely.

This scene, at first glance, even possesses a certain artistic mood reminiscent of seeking kindred spirits in stormy weather.

Thus, Fu Qian doesn’t rush these people to set sail but instead watches with interest.

As it turns out, it seems he truly has found a kindred spirit.

After several minutes of solo performance in the rain, a sound that initially resembled the calling of whales emerges from between the vast sky and sea, followed by a melodiously plaintive singing as if responding.

But this seemingly intoxicating melody halts in less than half a minute.

Unruffled, Lann gently plays the harmonica again.

After a brief moment, the humming sound returns, this time from a different direction and seemingly a bit more cheerful.

The initial taste test seems to have been waiting for a response from this side.

And this time, the humming lasts for a much longer duration.

Lann, having ceased playing, finally nods to the others.

The next moment, more than one person stealthily dives into the water.

…

This is hitting the jackpot!

Drifting with the boat, Fu Qian quickly grasps the situation in front of him.

Clearly, Lann’s act of playing the harmonica resembles the ultrasonic fish-attracting technique of legend.

And the one eager to come out and sing in response is most likely the legendary Mermaid—yeah, indeed it is.

As a Demigod, Fu Qian’s senses are much sharper than others’.

As the boat quietly follows suit, gradually approaching the source of the singing, he is the first to spot the figure shuttling through the stormy waves.

Roughly the size of an adult with the upper half of its body human-like, and from the waist down resembling a mermaid tail structure.

Shiny and translucent Scales cover the body up to the chest, and the most eye-catching aspect—the caudal fin—the blend of azure and purple, looks spectacular.

Of course, just like what he saw in the previous information, its upper body is only human-like.

The scale-less, ghastly white skin features female-like anatomy, but further up remains a mouth akin to that of a fish, gaping with densely packed sharp teeth, occupying nearly half of the entire face.

The other half is consumed by large amber-brown eyes.

Although there isn’t a structure like fish gills, the swollen crown of the head also lacks anything that could be called hair, just sparsely covered with short, sharp spikes.