408: Chapter 408 The White-Haired Boy

"Speaking of the guixu immortal ferry boat..."

Fairy Hanyan's willow-like brows furrowed slightly as she crossed her arms, resting her chin on one hand as she spoke softly, "When the two of us were rushing here from the south, we saw several Sects heading in the same direction."

"I wonder if it was caused by the appearance of that guixu immortal ferry boat."

"I already know about that matter."

Xu Muchen waved his hand with a calm expression, seemingly indifferent.

"Our current priority is still to prepare for the boarding. I keep feeling that this Secret Realm hides hidden dangers and is not simple. Moreover, why would that Great Love Immortal Venerable make the information about the guixu immortal ferry boat public?"

"This is something I still haven't been able to figure out."

Fairy Hanyan said softly, "Great Love Immortal Venerable has always been selfless and concerned for all living beings. Perhaps he wants more people to obtain the opportunities on that immortal ferry."

"There are only wrong names, never wrong nicknames. The title 'Great Love Immortal Venerable' is a reputation praised by everyone as well-deserved."

"Let's hope so!"

Xu Muchen ended the topic and casually took out a storage ring to give to Fairy Hanyan.

"Inside are the Talisman-drawing materials I've collected. This cave is hidden and safe, so I'll leave the preparations for drawing Talismans to you."

Fairy Hanyan took the storage ring, and after scanning it with her Divine Thought, her small face immediately scrunched up as she glared at Xu Muchen and pouted, "So much Talisman paper and cinnabar... are you trying to work me to death?"

Xu Muchen gave a slight smile and reached out to pat her shoulder:

"The current situation is special, just bear with it!"

"After all, caution keeps the ship sailing for ten thousand years."

The nearby Daoist Zhenyue couldn't help but interject: "As for the purpose of going to that guixu immortal ferry boat, I won't ask."

He stared at Xu Muchen with burning eyes, his expression incredibly serious:

"So many great Sects have locked their targets there. I only want to ask one thing: what are the chances of us withdrawing safely right now?"

Xu Muchen pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "In the Cultivation World, one must always fear the 'what if'. I won't give you a definitive answer. The current situation is dangerous, there are too many uncertain factors, and the risks are unpredictable."

Hearing this, Daoist Zhenyue didn't show any intention of backing down.

Since leaving Rain God Continent, he had become a solitary person with no attachments, like a rootless weed. Going to the guixu immortal ferry boat was, for him, nothing more than another trial and a chance to broaden his horizons.

If he were truly unfortunate enough to fall here, then death would be death; there would be nothing to regret.

"As it stands, the chance of a safe withdrawal is eighty percent. Once the Talismans are drawn, it should increase to eighty-four percent."

Xu Muchen added.

"How much?"

Even with Daoist Zhenyue's steady state of mind, he couldn't help but cry out in shock, wondering if he had misheard.

...

Camel Bell Ferry!

Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze as he looked down with an indifferent gaze at the battle scene below.

Gu Yunshen, Dongfang Li, and the others also stood to the side, quietly watching the battle.

Mu Wanqing and the others, along with the Tiangong Pavilion Disciples, were currently entangled with several Yao Race beings at the Nascent Soul and Soul Emergence stages. Although the battle was locked in a stalemate, they weren't exactly in a bitter struggle; instead, it seemed like a rare Opportunity for practical combat training.

After all, the real main event was still in the core battlefield below.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion suddenly erupted!

The Giant Elephant Demon, who had been forced back repeatedly by Wang Guan's continuous fist strikes, suddenly shuddered. Its massive body forcefully halted its backward momentum, actually interrupting Wang Guan's Fist Intent.

Immediately after, its head transformed into its true Yao form, and its long trunk lashed out like a God-Striking Whip, sweeping across with a whistle that tore through the air, its power unimaginably vast.

The next moment!

Wang Guan advanced instead of retreating, grabbing the Giant Elephant Demon's long trunk firmly with both hands. His feet took root firmly in the ground, and using the strength of his waist and abdomen, he actually swung the massive creature up!

Then he leaped into mid-air, hands gripping the long trunk tightly, and smashed the Giant Elephant Demon fiercely toward the ground!

"Boom—"

A huge deep pit was smashed into the ground, with broken stones flying and dust filling the air.

Gu Yunshen watched with amazement and casually said to Chen Xuan beside him, "This Young Master Wang Guan of the Demon Abyss Pavilion is truly a leader among contemporary Body Cultivators. I heard he has been soaked in Myriad Spirit Body Tempering Liquid since childhood and has learned the Demon Abyss Pavilion's secret technique, the 'Nine-Cycle Vajra Formula'. His physical strength is comparable to ancient exotic beasts."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wang Guan, who was launching another fierce attack in the battlefield, and added, "His fist style seems peerlessly fierce, but it actually hides a profound mechanism. Every three punches, there is a stored-up explosive power with great stamina. If one encounters him for the first time, even if they can block his fist, that hidden follow-up power will likely invade the apertures and cause internal injuries."

The nearby Pavilion Master Shen heard this and interjected dismissively:

"This Fist Intent may be strong, but it won't work against our Tiangong Pavilion's mechanical beasts."

"No matter how hard the fist is, can it be harder than the Meteoric Iron of my Star-Patterned Purple-Gold Eagle?"

Chen Xuan stood to the side, quietly listening to their conversation without interjecting.

He knew in his heart that this seemingly casual chat was actually them explaining the strength of the Demon Abyss Pavilion to him.

Presumably, the previous battle at the Dao Seeking Sect's mountain gate made them no longer dare to look down on the Dao Seeking Sect, and they even had a faint sense of awe, which was why they were proactively showing goodwill like this.

"Sword, come!"

Just then, a clear shout rang through the battlefield.

The long sword in Zhuang Ruoheng's hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling white light, and the sword shadows instantly split into over a hundred streaks, covering the other Yao like a sky full of starlight rain.

That Yao had already been forced into a corner by her, and now facing such a dense array of sword moves, it had no way to dodge. Dozens of bone-deep wounds were instantly carved into its body, blood gushed out, and its Aura weakened rapidly.

Seeing this, Dongfang Li said softly, "It seems Zhu Lang informed the two of them via Heart Lake Voice Transmission; they intend to settle this quickly."

"I hope we can get some news about the guixu immortal ferry boat from these two Yao."

Wang Guan took a deep breath, his Martial Dao Astral Qi surging and gradually condensing into a blurred figure. His stature also suddenly grew a bit taller, and his Aura became increasingly vast.

The next moment, he leaped up, diving down toward the fallen Giant Elephant Demon like a falling meteorite, fists clenched, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, aiming straight for the Giant Elephant Demon's head!

Seeing this, the Giant Elephant Demon hurriedly raised its heavy hoof to block, but it was directly sent flying by the fist force, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Just as the two were about to finish the battle with their next move!

A sudden change occurred in the field.

A white figure appeared without any warning between the two of them and the Yao.

It was a child of about seven or eight years old, wearing a green Daoist robe and barefoot. He was as delicate as a porcelain doll, but his snow-white long hair was exceptionally striking, forming a sharp contrast with his youthful face.

"Who is it?"

Gu Yunshen cried out in surprise, feeling more astonished than anything else.

After all, everyone had been watching the battle from the sidelines, and all movements around the battlefield were under control. Yet this child appeared as if out of thin air, with no one sensing his Aura. How could this not be unsettling?

Sure enough!

In the next moment, facing Wang Guan's unstoppable punch, the child simply raised a small hand, and a gentle but irresistible force surged from his palm. Wang Guan's punch, which was enough to split mountains, was caught steadily by him, its force instantly vanishing like a stone dropped into the ocean.

As for Zhuang Ruoheng's hundred sword shadows, when they neared within three feet of the child, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier and shattered one after another, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating into the air.