91: Chapter 91: If you need me, I will naturally...

The night was like a piece of dark blue velvet, slowly covering Vast Sea City.

In the room on the third floor of the inn, the window lattice was open, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty and humid scent, swept through the hall, stirring Lu Jing's sleeves.

He stood before the window, his gaze cast toward the distant, pitch-black sea horizon.

The ocean in the night was like a dormant giant beast; only the occasional flicker of fishing lights in the distance proved the vitality of this sea area.

The clamor of the streets below gradually subsided, leaving only the low sound of waves crashing against the reefs, as rhythmic as the pulse of the earth.

Beside the round table behind him, Wang Donger and Snow Empress were quietly having dinner.

Exquisite porcelain plates held fresh sea fish and shellfish, and the rising steam blurred the lamplight, casting a soft halo on their faces.

Wang Donger speared a piece of golden-roasted fish, dipped it in some sauce, and just as she was about to put it into her mouth, her gaze inadvertently fell upon Lu Jing's back.

The youth's shoulders were broad and upright, and the moonlight outlined the contours of his profile, carrying a composure that belied his age.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "When... when are we leaving tomorrow?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Snow Empress, who was picking up food, also paused. Her ice-blue eyes looked toward Lu Jing, clearly also very concerned about this question.

Lu Jing did not turn around, still gazing in the direction of the sea, his voice drifting over with the sea breeze: "No rush, take it slow."

He turned around, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and said to the two of them, "This isn't something we need to rush. Arriving a day earlier or later won't change anything; Sea God Island isn't going anywhere. Once we reach the island, I'm afraid there won't be much time to rest, so we might as well catch our breath now."

The Sea God is not like the Asura God; those trials all have time limits, unlike the Asura God who just fed the God Position directly to Tang San.

To be honest, he was envious; he also really wanted the God of Destruction to feed a God Position to him.

Snow Empress nodded slightly, put a piece of shellfish into her mouth, and asked indifferently while chewing, "How long do you think we will stay on Sea God Island?"

Although she didn't care much about the inheritance, she still wanted a rough estimate. After all, that was ultimately the territory of humans and Divinities, and as a Spirit Beast, she certainly wouldn't feel as comfortable there.

Lu Jing walked to the table and sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and mused, "It's hard to say. But if everything goes smoothly, it will take at least five or six years."

He glanced at Wang Donger and said softly, "Ten thousand years ago, when Tang San was on Sea God Island, he had help from his partners and still spent quite a lot of time there. Your talent is no worse than his, but the difficulty of the Seagod Nine Trials is there; you can't rush it."

Five or six years... Wang Donger silently chewed on this number. It sounded long, but it was just a fleeting moment on the path of cultivation.

She gripped the silver fork in her hand tightly, a flash of determination in her eyes.

Snow Empress didn't ask any more questions, put down her chopsticks, and stood up: "Since that's the case, I'll go back to my room to rest first. If there's anything, just call me."

After saying this, she turned and left the room, the door closing gently, shutting out the light from outside.

Only Lu Jing and Wang Donger remained in the room.

Wang Donger also lost the interest to continue eating; she put down her cutlery, walked to Lu Jing's side, and looked out at the ocean through the window, following his gaze.

The surface of the sea in the night shimmered with rippling light, as if covered in crushed diamonds.

"Lu Jing!"

Just then, she suddenly spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible nervousness, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think... do you think I can succeed?"

Lu Jing turned his head and saw the young girl's lowered eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, completely devoid of her usual liveliness.

He couldn't help but laugh: "What? We haven't even reached the island yet, and you're already wanting to back out?"

This time, Wang Donger didn't retort; she just shook her head slightly, her tone carrying some worry: "After all, this is a Divinity inheritance... And, compared to Tang San, it seems I'm still lacking something. He can always create miracles, but I..."

"Lacking what?"

Lu Jing interrupted her, his tone becoming a bit more serious as he asked: "Where do you think you are inferior to him?"

He knew very well that Tang San was considered very great in the hearts of people ten thousand years later, so from now on, he began to make Wang Donger dispel this idea.

"I..." Wang Donger was momentarily speechless.

She couldn't put her finger on it, but subconsciously, she always felt that Tang San was a person favored by fate, able to resolve any difficulty he encountered.

Lu Jing chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "You, you just think of him as too divine."

He leaned against the windowsill, gazing at the distant fishing lights, and said slowly: "As far as I know, the reason Tang San was able to have such smooth sailing was largely due to his Hidden Weapons. Many tough battles were only narrowly won because of those ingenious Hidden Weapons."

He paused and gave an example: "Take when Qian Renxue first became a god; if he hadn't used the Bodhisattva's Tear to severely injure her, he wouldn't have been able to hold out until the end. Setting aside those Hidden Weapons, his actual hard power is just so-so; there's nothing to mythologize."

Tang San's strength actually only boiled down to a few points: his Hidden Weapons, his footwork, the sudden sacrifice of Xiao Wu to boost his power, and the final joint assistance from the Sea God and the Asura God.

Wang Donger was stunned, looking up at Lu Jing, her eyes full of surprise.

She had never heard such a statement before; in her perception, Tang San had always been synonymous with talent and hard work.

"Really?"

She still didn't quite believe it and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "You aren't just saying that on purpose to make me happy, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Lu Jing raised an eyebrow and countered: "Whether it's talent or strength, where are you inferior to him?"

He looked into Wang Donger's eyes, his tone becoming solemn: "Also, remember, once we arrive at Sea God Island and you receive the Seagod Nine Trials, you must only have one thought in your mind, and that is how to pass the trials. You must never think about what will happen if you fail, and you must never have thoughts of giving up. Divinity inheritance most fears a wavering heart; once you retreat, the consequences might be even worse than death."

Wang Donger looked at his serious expression, and the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.

She took a deep breath and nodded forcefully: "I understand."

The sea breeze blew again, carrying the chill of the night.

She suddenly took a step forward, reached out to hold Lu Jing's arm, and rested her head gently on his shoulder, her voice soft: "Then... will you always stay with me?"

Lu Jing could feel the softness of the young girl's hair and the warmth of her body. He looked down at the crown of her head, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously: "As long as you need me, I will naturally be there."

Upon hearing this, a brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Wang Donger's face, looking just like the surface of the sea under the sunlight she had seen during the day, shimmering and charming.

She tightened her arms and pressed her cheek even closer.

Outside the window, the waves continued to crash against the reefs, and the night was gentle and quiet.

The light in the room reflected their snuggling silhouettes, casting a warm background color for the upcoming journey to Sea God Island.