Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

"You do not belong to the Human Clan. Come back with me to the Void Spirit Abyss. That is where you belong. We are family."

Having said that, Wang Yingling looked at Zhao Sheng with a confident smile, waiting for his response.

However, no matter what his response might be, willing or not, the eventual outcome would be the same—he would return with her to the Void Spirit Abyss.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng shook his head and said, "I won't go back with you. And whether one belongs to the Human Clan is not determined by bloodline, but by this."

With that, Zhao Sheng gently pounded his chest with his right hand.

Wang Yingling's expression froze, and a clear displeasure emerged between her brows.

"Heh heh!"

The cold laughter of White Turtle Gui Wujiu suddenly echoed in the room. "Boy, you really don't know how to appreciate favors. You probably don't realize how exalted and glorious the position of a member of the Holy Clan is. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

As long as you follow the Young Master back and get the approval of the Great Sacrificial Leader, you will rule over a territory of sea, with thousands of sea beasts at your command.

In the future, advancing to the Golden Core Realm wouldn't be a difficult task either. Then living for seven to eight hundred years, wielding power over a territory of sea in your lifetime, and having a host of wives and concubines. Wouldn't that be countless times better than being a down-and-out Loose Cultivator?"

Truly, had it been someone else, they would have agreed long ago. However, Zhao Sheng was unwilling to do so.

Zhao Sheng said solemnly, "Each person has their own aspirations. Born a human, I would not sully myself by consorting with the foul and fishy. And without you, I can still advance to the Golden Core."

"Foul and fishy?!"

Gui Wujiu was instantly provoked by these words, his nostrils spurting out two streams of bubbles.

"Listen well, boy, I am the supreme descendant of the Black Tortoise, a genius of the White Turtle Clan. I am a million times nobler than any hairless monkey."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gui Wujiu suddenly cried out in pain, his white turtle shell emitting a pale white light, within which rotated two interlocking Golden Light Eight Diagrams, endlessly moving.

Upon seeing the Golden Light Eight Diagrams, Wang Yingling's face showed a slight change.

At this moment, Gui Wujiu shouted, "Young Master, the ancestral shedding has given a warning. Quick, look at the divination!"

As he spoke, the Golden Light Eight Diagrams suddenly stopped turning, and a strange divination diagram immediately appeared before the two of them.

Wang Yingling gazed at the divination, chanting with a grave expression, "Upper six, Dui above Sun below, an excessive crossing of the marsh by the wind, crossing the river to destruction! Great misfortune, without reproach!"

"Not good! The day before yesterday was just Kan over Lei, trapped. It took us three days to escape. But now it's Dui and Sun, disaster. Young Master, we must leave this place at once."

As he finished, Gui Wujiu suddenly threw back his head and spat out a shimmering white bubble.

The bubble expanded suddenly to over a human's height, just large enough to envelop both Wang Yingling and Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng wanted to move, but was immobilized by a pressure as heavy as a mountain that bore down on him. He felt like an insect trapped in amber, rigid and unable to so much as wiggle a finger.

"Let's go!"

After a sharp cry, the bubble, enclosing the two of them, shot through the window. They quickly rose to the high heavens and then sped away into the vast night sky towards the great sea.

Moments later, the duo and the creature flew out for more than two hundred li.

Now, the clouds were thick above, and Gang Wind howled in the sky while below lay the boundless dark sea.

Just then, the bubble racing through the air abruptly came to a halt, suspending high above.

Gui Wujiu's palm-sized body swelled instantly to a circumference of one zhang, and with a wide-open mouth, he suddenly spat out an arm-thick beam of dazzling golden light.

As the golden light shot into the clouds above, his turtle shell flickered, and a thick, Condensed white Light Shield emerged to protect both Wang Yingling and Zhao Sheng.

Boom!

The golden light suddenly exploded, sweeping a swath of golden light across the sky, clearing several li of cloud in all directions.

The next second, three figures descended from the heavens, surrounding them in the middle.

Upon seeing the three arrivals, Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the shock in his heart.

Among the three was a gaunt old man in grey robes, none other than Master Wu Yan, whom he had met just three days prior.

As for the other two, one was tall and mighty, carrying an Azure Flame Spirit Banner with flames Burning fiercely on it and invisible flames shooting out, scorching one's Spirit.

The other was a bald, black-robed Great Han standing on roiling grey Cloud Mist, with grey phantoms emerging within it.

The pair emitted a strong pressure, evidently they were two Golden Core Masters.

"Wu Yan, Grey Ghost, Li Yan! So it's the three of you Fake Pills!"

Upon seeing the newcomers, Gui Wujiu spoke in a cold voice. His turtle body suddenly increased in size by half, looking mighty and imposing as it grew as large as a house.

"Humph, to think it was you, Daoist Gui Wujiu of the White Turtle Clan. Instead of staying in the Black Tortoise Sea, you dare to trespass the Human Clan's territory. Are you not taking our Star God Palace seriously, or have you forgotten the millennium-old pact between the human and demon clans!" Master Li Yan said menacingly as he gently shook the Azure Flame Spirit Banner.

"Heh, you humans are truly hypocritical! It was clearly your trap that lured us here, and yet now you're trying to pass the blame." Gui Wujiu's voice carried again, cold with a hint of mockery.

Master Li Yan ignored Gui Wujiu's retort.

His eyes alight with interest, he looked at Wang Yingling and spoke cordially, "Is this the young friend from the Sea Demon Clan? It's better to meet by chance than by appointment. Now that you're here, why not stay at the Star God Palace for a few months? Later, your Clan Leader can come to take you home."

Wang Yingling looked very uncomfortable, realizing that in her eagerness to achieve, she had fallen into the other party's scheme.