Chapter 51: Ody-sea
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Meng Yuan's eyes closely followed the direction of Zhao Ling's disappearance, managing to control his anger. His knuckles had turned white from the intense pressure he exerted on his hand. As he held the small dagger tightly, his eyes were filled with a sense of annihilation.
Everyone watched Zhao Ling being kidnapped by the Wuji Sect, and they were moved by Zhao Ling's behavior of coercing the witch of the Wuji Sect to hand over the antidote just now.
By her actions, there were rumors circulating about her for a long time in Suzhou City. This night, the princess sacrificed herself to save others regardless of her own safety.
There was Princess Xuan who had a light gauze covering her face. Her beauty was like a rainbow flower. There was Princess Xuan who was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the woman did not let her own people down. And there was Princess Xuan who was strong in martial arts, willing to take risks in order to protect others, and go into the lairs of cults alone...
It was just that Zhao Ling had no way of knowing all of this. Because at this time, she was being tossed around the deck of an unknown ship, making her dizzy.
The teaching site of the Promise Sect turned out to be on a small island in the South Wuzhen Sea.
Zhao Ling was not afraid of anything, apart from a carriage on water. From childhood to adulthood, the most feared thing was to take a boat. She remembered when she was in college, she went to a classmate's house by the sea to play, and she was forced to go sea-fishing together.
After that, she vowed never to take a boat again in her life.
But at this time around she had no right to choose. Sitting with her back against the bulkhead, she greeted all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the leader of the Wuji Sect in her heart, but her stomach was still churning and she couldn't stop vomiting.
After vomiting for a time, she couldn't even spit out gastric juices, but could only continued retching.
She had no idea that the ship had been at sea for several days. After boarding the ship that day, Wuhen threw her in the bilge where she could not see the sun, and she was served by a Wuji religious believer.
A few days ago, Wuhen and Wuxia came to sneer at her several times, but after a long period of time, the air circulation in the bilge became insufficient. She hadn't showered for many days, and she often vomited. Hence, they decided against coming anymore.
Zhao Ling didn't care either. It was as if she was dead now, and there was nothing to see. Unwashed, scruffy, and smelly, like a homeless person under a flyover.
She was still thinking about her condition when the hatch opened with a creak, and she knew that a believer had come to deliver meals.
She was weak, leaning against the corner of the bilge, not even bothering to open her eyelids.
A black-clothed cultist bent down and walked into the low cabin door, silently placing the meal in front of Zhao Ling.
Perceiving the odour of the food, Zhao Ling frowned slightly. Her stomach rumbled for a while, and she retched on the wooden barrel beside him.
The black-clothed cultivator silently waited aside. When Zhao Ling calmed down, he suddenly bent his legs and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"I'm late, please forgive me, princess." The black-clothed believer bowed his head and said softly.
Hearing this, Zhao Ling was shocked. This person called her a princess? Could it be someone from the Xuanwang Mansion?
She tried her best to open her eyes, and the man in black in front of her had tough facial features and a solemn expression, giving him a sense of reliability.
"Who are you?" Her voice was weak, but with unquestionable authority.
"Yan Mo, the deputy commander of the secret guards of the Xuan Wangfu, has seen the princess."
Was it the secret guard of Xuanwang's mansion? Zhao Ling squinted slightly, and gave a nod. So he was sent by Meng Yuan.
"Why should I trust you?" She asked. After all, this was the site of the Promise Religion, and she had to be cautious.
Yan Mo took out a small dagger from his arms and handed it to Zhao Ling respectfully.
"This is what the lord handed over to his subordinate before his departure, so that the subordinates could hand it over to the concubine."
Zhao Ling took the dagger from Yan Mo's hand. The thin blade, the sharp outer blade, and the familiar touch. This was the scalpel that he threw to Meng Yuan at that time!
She pulled the corners of her mouth in a smile, and gave another nod. She didn't expect Meng Yuan to act so quickly. She suddenly felt that she actually missed him.
Seeing Zhao Ling stroking the blade, Yan Mo was silent. He hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Don't worry, princess. He will come to meet the Princess after Wang Ye has arranged it."
Zhao Ling was slightly embarrassed. She didn't make it so obvious, did she?
She coughed lightly and said, "You go down first, so as not to make people suspicious, and be careful in everything."
It was rare that the master cared so much about the minions. Yan Mo was slightly moved, took out a small blue porcelain bottle, and presented it respectfully.
"This is Mr. Situ's potion which can relieve the princess's sea-sickness."
Zhao Ling's eyes lit up. Situ Gong, you were so smart and cute.
After taking the seasickness medicine, Zhao Ling's symptoms of vomiting were relieved, and she was able to eat some food. Gradually, her spirit improved.
A few days later, just when she could no longer bear the filth all over her body and her emotions were about to explode, the ship finally docked.
When Zhao Ling landed on her feet, she was on the edge of crying. This down-to-earth feeling, this natural and fresh air, this warm sunshine, everything was really beautiful!
This small island was located in the Southern Wuzhen Sea. The South Wuzhen Sea was an open sea, and it belonged to the three-no-go zone. It was very wise for the Wuji Religion to choose this place as its base.
It was no wonder that Lu Ziqing and the others had searched for so long, but had never found it.
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Meng Yuan's eyes closely followed the direction of Zhao Ling's disappearance, managing to control his anger. His knuckles had turned white from the intense pressure he exerted on his hand. As he held the small dagger tightly, his eyes were filled with a sense of annihilation.
Everyone watched Zhao Ling being kidnapped by the Wuji Sect, and they were moved by Zhao Ling's behavior of coercing the witch of the Wuji Sect to hand over the antidote just now.
By her actions, there were rumors circulating about her for a long time in Suzhou City. This night, the princess sacrificed herself to save others regardless of her own safety.
There was Princess Xuan who had a light gauze covering her face. Her beauty was like a rainbow flower. There was Princess Xuan who was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the woman did not let her own people down. And there was Princess Xuan who was strong in martial arts, willing to take risks in order to protect others, and go into the lairs of cults alone...
It was just that Zhao Ling had no way of knowing all of this. Because at this time, she was being tossed around the deck of an unknown ship, making her dizzy.
The teaching site of the Promise Sect turned out to be on a small island in the South Wuzhen Sea.
Zhao Ling was not afraid of anything, apart from a carriage on water. From childhood to adulthood, the most feared thing was to take a boat. She remembered when she was in college, she went to a classmate's house by the sea to play, and she was forced to go sea-fishing together.
After that, she vowed never to take a boat again in her life.
But at this time around she had no right to choose. Sitting with her back against the bulkhead, she greeted all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the leader of the Wuji Sect in her heart, but her stomach was still churning and she couldn't stop vomiting.
After vomiting for a time, she couldn't even spit out gastric juices, but could only continued retching.
She had no idea that the ship had been at sea for several days. After boarding the ship that day, Wuhen threw her in the bilge where she could not see the sun, and she was served by a Wuji religious believer.
A few days ago, Wuhen and Wuxia came to sneer at her several times, but after a long period of time, the air circulation in the bilge became insufficient. She hadn't showered for many days, and she often vomited. Hence, they decided against coming anymore.
Zhao Ling didn't care either. It was as if she was dead now, and there was nothing to see. Unwashed, scruffy, and smelly, like a homeless person under a flyover.
She was still thinking about her condition when the hatch opened with a creak, and she knew that a believer had come to deliver meals.
She was weak, leaning against the corner of the bilge, not even bothering to open her eyelids.
A black-clothed cultist bent down and walked into the low cabin door, silently placing the meal in front of Zhao Ling.
Perceiving the odour of the food, Zhao Ling frowned slightly. Her stomach rumbled for a while, and she retched on the wooden barrel beside him.
The black-clothed cultivator silently waited aside. When Zhao Ling calmed down, he suddenly bent his legs and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"I'm late, please forgive me, princess." The black-clothed believer bowed his head and said softly.
Hearing this, Zhao Ling was shocked. This person called her a princess? Could it be someone from the Xuanwang Mansion?
She tried her best to open her eyes, and the man in black in front of her had tough facial features and a solemn expression, giving him a sense of reliability.
"Who are you?" Her voice was weak, but with unquestionable authority.
"Yan Mo, the deputy commander of the secret guards of the Xuan Wangfu, has seen the princess."
Was it the secret guard of Xuanwang's mansion? Zhao Ling squinted slightly, and gave a nod. So he was sent by Meng Yuan.
"Why should I trust you?" She asked. After all, this was the site of the Promise Religion, and she had to be cautious.
Yan Mo took out a small dagger from his arms and handed it to Zhao Ling respectfully.
"This is what the lord handed over to his subordinate before his departure, so that the subordinates could hand it over to the concubine."
Zhao Ling took the dagger from Yan Mo's hand. The thin blade, the sharp outer blade, and the familiar touch. This was the scalpel that he threw to Meng Yuan at that time!
She pulled the corners of her mouth in a smile, and gave another nod. She didn't expect Meng Yuan to act so quickly. She suddenly felt that she actually missed him.
Seeing Zhao Ling stroking the blade, Yan Mo was silent. He hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Don't worry, princess. He will come to meet the Princess after Wang Ye has arranged it."
Zhao Ling was slightly embarrassed. She didn't make it so obvious, did she?
She coughed lightly and said, "You go down first, so as not to make people suspicious, and be careful in everything."
It was rare that the master cared so much about the minions. Yan Mo was slightly moved, took out a small blue porcelain bottle, and presented it respectfully.
"This is Mr. Situ's potion which can relieve the princess's sea-sickness."
Zhao Ling's eyes lit up. Situ Gong, you were so smart and cute.
After taking the seasickness medicine, Zhao Ling's symptoms of vomiting were relieved, and she was able to eat some food. Gradually, her spirit improved.
A few days later, just when she could no longer bear the filth all over her body and her emotions were about to explode, the ship finally docked.
When Zhao Ling landed on her feet, she was on the edge of crying. This down-to-earth feeling, this natural and fresh air, this warm sunshine, everything was really beautiful!
This small island was located in the Southern Wuzhen Sea. The South Wuzhen Sea was an open sea, and it belonged to the three-no-go zone. It was very wise for the Wuji Religion to choose this place as its base.
It was no wonder that Lu Ziqing and the others had searched for so long, but had never found it.
Meng Yuan's eyes closely followed the direction of Zhao Ling's disappearance, managing to control his anger. His knuckles had turned white from the intense pressure he exerted on his hand. As he held the small dagger tightly, his eyes were filled with a sense of annihilation. Everyone watched Zhao Ling being kidnapped by the Wuji Sect, and they were moved by Zhao Ling's behavior of coercing the witch of the Wuji Sect to hand over the antidote just now. By her actions, there were rumors circulating about her for a long time in Suzhou City. This night, the princess sacrificed herself to save others regardless of her own safety. There was Princess Xuan who had a light gauze covering her face. Her beauty was like a rainbow flower. There was Princess Xuan who was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the woman did not let her own people down. And there was Princess Xuan who was strong in martial arts, willing to take risks in order to protect others, and go into the lairs of cults alone... It was just that Zhao Ling had no way of knowing all of this. Because at this time, she was being tossed around the deck of an unknown ship, making her dizzy. The teaching site of the Promise Sect turned out to be on a small island in the South Wuzhen Sea. Zhao Ling was not afraid of anything, apart from a carriage on water. From childhood to adulthood, the most feared thing was to take a boat. She remembered when she was in college, she went to a classmate's house by the sea to play, and she was forced to go sea-fishing together. After that, she vowed never to take a boat again in her life. But at this time around she had no right to choose. Sitting with her back against the bulkhead, she greeted all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the leader of the Wuji Sect in her heart, but her stomach was still churning and she couldn't stop vomiting. After vomiting for a time, she couldn't even spit out gastric juices, but could only continued retching. She had no idea that the ship had been at sea for several days. After boarding the ship that day, Wuhen threw her in the bilge where she could not see the sun, and she was served by a Wuji religious believer. A few days ago, Wuhen and Wuxia came to sneer at her several times, but after a long period of time, the air circulation in the bilge became insufficient. She hadn't showered for many days, and she often vomited. Hence, they decided against coming anymore. Zhao Ling didn't care either. It was as if she was dead now, and there was nothing to see. Unwashed, scruffy, and smelly, like a homeless person under a flyover. She was still thinking about her condition when the hatch opened with a creak, and she knew that a believer had come to deliver meals. She was weak, leaning against the corner of the bilge, not even bothering to open her eyelids. A black-clothed cultist bent down and walked into the low cabin door, silently placing the meal in front of Zhao Ling. Perceiving the odour of the food, Zhao Ling frowned slightly. Her stomach rumbled for a while, and she retched on the wooden barrel beside him. The black-clothed cultivator silently waited aside. When Zhao Ling calmed down, he suddenly bent his legs and knelt on the ground with a thud. "I'm late, please forgive me, princess." The black-clothed believer bowed his head and said softly. Hearing this, Zhao Ling was shocked. This person called her a princess? Could it be someone from the Xuanwang Mansion? She tried her best to open her eyes, and the man in black in front of her had tough facial features and a solemn expression, giving him a sense of reliability. "Who are you?" Her voice was weak, but with unquestionable authority. "Yan Mo, the deputy commander of the secret guards of the Xuan Wangfu, has seen the princess." Was it the secret guard of Xuanwang's mansion? Zhao Ling squinted slightly, and gave a nod. So he was sent by Meng Yuan. "Why should I trust you?" She asked. After all, this was the site of the Promise Religion, and she had to be cautious. Yan Mo took out a small dagger from his arms and handed it to Zhao Ling respectfully. "This is what the lord handed over to his subordinate before his departure, so that the subordinates could hand it over to the concubine." Zhao Ling took the dagger from Yan Mo's hand. The thin blade, the sharp outer blade, and the familiar touch. This was the scalpel that he threw to Meng Yuan at that time! She pulled the corners of her mouth in a smile, and gave another nod. She didn't expect Meng Yuan to act so quickly. She suddenly felt that she actually missed him. Seeing Zhao Ling stroking the blade, Yan Mo was silent. He hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Don't worry, princess. He will come to meet the Princess after Wang Ye has arranged it." Zhao Ling was slightly embarrassed. She didn't make it so obvious, did she? She coughed lightly and said, "You go down first, so as not to make people suspicious, and be careful in everything." It was rare that the master cared so much about the minions. Yan Mo was slightly moved, took out a small blue porcelain bottle, and presented it respectfully. "This is Mr. Situ's potion which can relieve the princess's sea-sickness." Zhao Ling's eyes lit up. Situ Gong, you were so smart and cute. After taking the seasickness medicine, Zhao Ling's symptoms of vomiting were relieved, and she was able to eat some food. Gradually, her spirit improved. A few days later, just when she could no longer bear the filth all over her body and her emotions were about to explode, the ship finally docked. When Zhao Ling landed on her feet, she was on the edge of crying. This down-to-earth feeling, this natural and fresh air, this warm sunshine, everything was really beautiful! This small island was located in the Southern Wuzhen Sea. The South Wuzhen Sea was an open sea, and it belonged to the three-no-go zone. It was very wise for the Wuji Religion to choose this place as its base. It was no wonder that Lu Ziqing and the others had searched for so long, but had never found it.
