parentshiftbook Chapter 233: Picking up a fallen woman?
Chapter 233: Picking up a fallen woman?
Standing on the deck of the flying boat, Zhang Ping stared in shock at the distant direction. The terrifying demonic aura soaring into the sky and the almost solidified stench of blood were frantically assaulting his consciousness.
"Damn it, what kind of bullshit relics are these? I knew there's no such thing as a free lunch!"
Luo Yan, who was standing to the side, had completely lost her senses and sat blankly on the ground, forgetting to move.
The remaining people on the airship all rushed onto the deck, but no one dared to make a sound; the entire deck was deathly silent.
For these people, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is already a rare senior; a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is the backbone of the three major sects.
As for the Overlord Body Realm, that was a realm that only existed in ancient books and legends, something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.
"Run! Run now!!"
The moment Zhang Ping saw the ruins transform into the phantom of a giant beast, he knew something was wrong. He warned Luo Yan, then transformed into a streak of light, detached from the flying boat, and sped madly toward the outer edge of Dragon Breath Lake.
The others were a beat slower, but they reacted instantly, summoning their magical artifacts and fleeing in quick succession.
Less than a breath after they left, another earth-shattering roar erupted, and the Dragon's Breath Lake erupted in a second uproar! The water spout swept indiscriminately across the surrounding area, shredding everything in its path.
Even with the protection of the array, the airship that remained stationary was like a leaf in a storm, swaying wildly and on the verge of falling apart in the face of the immense power of heaven and earth.
Some people tried to escape in a flying boat, but found that the boat was too large a target and could not pick up any speed, so they had no choice but to abandon the boat and flee.
The next second, countless cultivators and demonic beasts, like ants fleeing a natural disaster, densely covered the sky and water, rushing out like madmen.
Zhang Ping hadn't run far when a deafening roar suddenly came from above. He looked up sharply and saw the blood-red moon hanging in the sky explode, turning into countless fiery meteors that crashed down on the entire Dragon Breath Lake.
What the hell!
……
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Crackling sound.
The firewood in the campfire crackled softly.
The sky was always covered by heavy, dark gray clouds, with not a ray of sunlight visible.
On the surface of Dragon Siphon Lake, broken boat planks, monster limbs, and cultivator skeletons floated everywhere. A layer of black, foul-smelling grease floated on the surface, which even the waves couldn't wash away. The air was always filled with a persistent, pungent, and nauseating stench.
In the center of the deserted island, a half-meter-sized meteorite still retained the residual blackish-red heat. Not far away, by a campfire, Zhang Ping sat on a rock, holding a wooden stick with a cleaned large squid skewered on it, already roasted until it was charred and oozing oil.
With the wild vegetables he had picked up, Zhang Ping finished his meal in a few bites. The aroma in his mouth finally masked some of the lingering fishy smell.
This is already the outer area of Dragon's Breath Lake. A hundred miles further out, we will be completely out of this dangerous place. The surrounding water is calm, and there are no more raging waterspouts. Everything is quiet.
That colossal beast at the Overlord Body Realm had long since vanished without a trace, completely disappearing from this world. Otherwise, even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to linger here and start a fire.
After finishing his meal, Zhang Ping sat down cross-legged and meditated to recover his spiritual energy.
During this period, cultivators frequently flew by in the air. Most of them had been hiding in the shadows for three days, and only dared to come out and flee towards the lake after the giant beast disappeared; there were also many in groups, heading aggressively towards the center of the lake against the current.
These people are all here to do business.
Such a place, littered with corpses, is indeed an easy place to find bargains and make a fortune, but it is also quite dangerous, so he doesn't need to join in the fun.
Not long after, a streak of light flew past his head at lightning speed. Zhang Ping didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply brought his index and middle fingers together and gently poked upwards.
A sharp sword shadow pierced through the clouds in an instant, accurately striking down the streak of light, before it could even let out a scream.
"Hmm, half-step into the Divine Realm, with a fairly solid background. He must be a core disciple of some small sect."
Zhang Ping got up, took the storage ring off the corpse, and casually weighed it in his hand. That's how a deal was made.
The returns were pretty good.
He casually unleashed a burst of spiritual fire, burning the corpse clean. He dusted himself off, leaped into the air, and once again transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the edge of the lake.
He kept flying at a low altitude, and occasionally when he saw a corpse floating on the water, he would land and search it to see if there were any storage rings left behind.
Unfortunately, most of them were penniless and didn't have much to gain.
On the black water, a figure flashed by, leaving only a shallow trail.
Approaching the edge of Dragon's Breath Lake, Zhang Ping slowly descended, landing on a deserted island covered with jagged rocks.
At the edge of the island, a flock of wild birds landed on the rocks, chirping. The murky waves repeatedly pounded against the black rocks, making a splashing sound.
Zhang Ping's gaze swept over the pile of rocks, then he suddenly stopped, as if sensing something. He walked toward a huge crevice in the rocks covered by weeds and reached out to push aside the weeds blocking his way.
The crevice in the rock was a small space filled with damp mud and the smell of blood.
Beside a large stone slab against the inner wall, lay a woman with a faint breath.
This plot sounds so familiar!
Zhang Ping shuddered violently, realizing something was wrong. Was he going to lose his virginity here today?
The cave was dimly lit, but it did not affect the cultivator's vision. A woman's figure lay quietly with her back to him, facing the stone wall.
Even though her face isn't clearly visible, just her back view is enough to captivate the eye.
The damp fabric clung tightly to her back, outlining her slender shoulders, followed by a steeply tapering waist, and then a rounded, full bottom, like soft jade moistened by moisture, with clean and crisp lines.
Water was still dripping from her hair, spreading a small dark water stain on the stone ground beside her, adding a touch of fragile allure.
Zhang Ping lacked composure and almost lost his sense of proportion.
He held his breath and stepped forward, first checking the woman's breathing, then lightly touching her wrist pulse with his fingertips to confirm that she was truly exhausted and unconscious and not in danger. Only after hesitating for a moment did he carefully reach out and support her shoulders and back, turning her over.
The fabric beneath the clothes felt warm and soft, with a slight elasticity. But when he saw the pale yet still beautiful face, Zhang Ping's hand suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously relaxed, even his breath catching in his throat.
"Captain Mo?" His eyes were full of astonishment.
How did the squid end up lying here?
Although filled with doubt, Zhang Ping knew he couldn't just stand by and do nothing now that he'd stumbled upon the situation. He composed himself, picked the person up again, and turned to walk out of the cave.
The person in his arms was very light, their head resting unconsciously in the crook of his arm. A faint, delicate fragrance wafted from their hair, mingling with the crisp scent of the lake water, and entered his nostrils. Their skin wasn't as resilient as it appeared; instead, it was very soft.
The moment I stepped out of the cave, the salty, fishy lake breeze hit me, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled my ears again.
Looking up, all around was a vast, boundless lake, with a gloomy sky pressing down on the water. Only this small rock underfoot was the only place to stand.