Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

”Do you think he might have died?”

Su Xiaoxiao frowned. After all, no matter how strong Han Yu was, there had to be a limit.

Lian Buyu, after all, was the Sixth of Yama Hall, and an all-out strike from such a powerhouse would likely be lethal to an average Divine Dao Realm cultivator.

”Probably not.”

Mu Zili knew how formidable Han Yu’s body was. The scene of Han Yu pulling Li Yingqi into an explosion during the great battle in the Eastern Territory was still vivid in his mind.

Such a terrifying explosion didn’t kill him, and he was back on his feet in less than seven days. Even though Lian Buyu launched a full-force attack, Han Yu’s Dharma Aspect somewhat blocked it.

Mu Zili was certain Han Yu wouldn’t die so easily.

The same confidence was shared by an old daoist, considering Han Yu had held his ground in a sea of blood while confronting Meng Yun under his Dharma Aspect.

”Should we keep it a secret?”

Suddenly, Mu Zili raised his eyes to look at the old daoist, aware that Han Yu seemed to have caught the attention of the Celestial Dao Sect.

The old daoist turned to glance in the direction of the great hall, his eyes indecisive for a long while.

After a moment, he sighed, ”Never mind, just try not to get involved.”

Not getting involved was not easy either, as everyone came from the small world, which belonged to the Celestial Dao Sect.

In theory, whether one had joined the Celestial Dao Sect or not, eventually, everyone would be part of it, unable to escape this fate.

The only thing the old daoist could do was to protect his disciples as much as possible, preventing them from becoming cannon fodder.

”You, next time you’re sent on a mission, ask your senior brother more often.”

The old daoist was most worried about Su Xiaoxiao. Although they were both troublemakers, Su Xiaoxiao wasn’t as clever as Chen Xixi and was more likely to become cannon fodder.

Chen Xixi, though clever, sometimes acted too recklessly, which also seemed unsafe in retrospect.

He then glanced at Mu Zili; Mu Zili was the ideal disciple every master dreamed of.

Capable of handling great responsibilities, talented, quick to cultivate, growing independently, able to thrive even when left to his own devices, and especially trouble-free.

But precisely because of this, he worried—Mu Zili was as calm as water but had deep feelings for his senior and junior disciples, so any trouble involving Chen Xixi or Su Xiaoxiao would undoubtedly involve Mu Zili as well.

Sigh! Sometimes being too sensible was a headache.

The old daoist sighed inexplicably; why did he take on so many disciples for no reason!

It’s too damn worrying.

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”What’s the point of telling the master those things! It’s too damn worrying.”

The secular man also sighed. Over these few days, Chen Xixi had explored every corner of Mo Xiuwen’s ship, and after visiting the unique artifact refining culture of the Central Continent and the Mo Family, she lost interest.

Then, she toured around the other ships one by one, and spent half a day with the two eccentric pharmacists, even daring to eat an Earth and Wood Pill, resulting in her hair growing wildly and almost expanding herself into a ball.

Later, Chen Xixi was quiet for half a day, and the secular man thought she had settled down, but then she came to him to inquire about Han Yu.

At first, the secular man didn’t pay much attention, casually mentioning a few points. Han Yu’s highlights were numerous.

For example, his body was extraordinarily strong, and he possessed five innate divine techniques, none of which was particularly secret.

”Never eat his pills!”

This one remark made Chen Xixi’s eyes light up, and now the secular man regretted it deeply.

As a result, Chen Xixi became even more interested in Han Yu.

For some reason, this scene filled the secular man with unease.

”Master, are you a woman?”

Chen Xixi’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she winked, ”Take a guess?”

What is there to guess!

The secular man rolled his eyes; he had been raised by Chen Xixi and was thoroughly familiar with her, feeling nothing amiss.

Because of this, he secretly had Coconut approach Chen Xixi, only to receive an answer that almost made him feel like the sky was falling.

Coconut’s answer was equally strange, claiming to have found nothing, yet clearly discovering something.

”She has a faint body fragrance.”

Women love beauty by nature; it was impossible to smell bad just for the sake of a disguise.

The secular man’s face was conflicted, hesitating to speak, ”Master, women shouldn’t become curious about a man.”

That’s not a good sign at all!

Especially when it’s a woman who has lived for who knows how many thousands of years!

Slap!

A random slap landed on the back of his head, with Chen Xixi withdrawing her hand, her face darkened while the secular man grinned in confusion.

”I tell you, Divine Dao cultivators can sense others’ ill intentions; as your master, I feel you’re insulting me.”

While things were lively between Chen Xixi and the secular man, another part of the deck was eerily quiet.

Yi Xian and Coconut stood side by side at the ship’s railing, gazing at the surrounding seascape.

Coconut occasionally covered her mouth, giggling.

”What’s so funny?”

Yi Xian’s somewhat honest face gradually broke into a smile.

Coconut finally pointed around, speaking with a playful smile, ”I didn’t expect the scenery from beneath the sea to be so refreshing.”

Yi Xian quietly observed Coconut’s smiling face, inexplicably dazed.

When Coconut noticed, she blushed, turning around shyly.

Yi Xian awkwardly scratched his head, realizing it only late.

After a moment, Coconut seemed to sense something, turning back to see Yi Xian in another daze.

This tendency started after returning from overseas, often slipping into a trance, something Coconut had asked about many times.

This time, Yi Xian seemed lost in thought even longer, with Coconut quietly keeping watch until Yi Xian returned to himself, his expression complex.

”What’s going on with you? I always have an uneasy feeling,” Coconut said softly, concern evident on her face.

”I don’t know either.”

Yi Xian’s face was full of confusion; he really didn’t know what was wrong, finding himself occasionally lost in thought and even his body unresponsive.

It was as if he were enveloped in darkness, unable to escape no matter what.

But he dared not tell Coconut, fearing she’d worry.

He even had a vague premonition that someday he might never wake up again!

Though Coconut was unaware, the worry on her face persisted, inexplicably feeling anxious too.

But she dared not mention it to Yi Xian, fearing he’d worry.

Cultivators, especially those of high cultivation, often find their instincts reliable.

”Coconut, who do you think I really am?”

Yi Xian suddenly asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Without a second thought, or perhaps with great certainty, Coconut answered softly.

”You’re Yi Xian, a loose cultivator from the Central Continent, Yi Xian.”

Yi Xian paused, then suddenly smiled.

”Yes, I’m Yi Xian.”

Only Yi Xian!