Chapter 628: Chapter 269: Child-Mother Life Sharing Gu

Inside the exquisite room, only Shui Tianxin remained.

She watched the newly closed door, then slowly shut her eyes as well.

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"Shui Tianxin and Fang Shuwen spoke privately for nearly an hour?"

A short distance from Fang Shuwen and his group, aboard a ship flying the banner of Little Night Valley.

A young man listened to his subordinate’s report with some surprise.

"What exactly is the Celestial Water Palace planning?"

The subordinate could only shake his head.

"I do not know, Young Valley Master. That Fang Shuwen is by no means an easy opponent. Do You really intend to go to Wuxia Island in person?"

This young man was the current Young Valley Master of Little Night Valley, Ye Wusheng.

Hearing his subordinate’s words, he sneered.

"Of course I’m going. The Celestial Water Palace... Hmph, I’m afraid Shui Tianxin has gotten muddled in her old age."

"What kind of power could a mere youth possess?"

"The night Tingtiao Pavilion was destroyed, someone saw a ship from Tide Sound Island heading toward Tingtiao Pavilion. It’s clear that Suhe Zhen’s death is inextricably linked to Saint Mother Chaoyin, Xin Wufang."

"To actually bow and scrape before Fang Shuwen because of those baseless rumors... It’s a disgrace to our Eight Forbidden Lands."

"This time, I will take Fang Shuwen’s head and capture Luo Shuqing alive! I’ll take them back to my father and show him whether or not his son can accomplish something great!"

The kneeling man hesitated, but ultimately just nodded.

"I am willing to die for you, Young Valley Master!"

Similar conversations were taking place on more than just the ship from Little Night Valley.

With Fang Shuwen’s ship at the center, scattered in the distance were four other great powers: Wuyan Island, Lingbo Sect, Profound Ice Hall, and Hengyang Island.

But this time, they had brought more than just a single ship.

On the lead ships sat their respective leaders.

From Little Night Valley came Young Valley Master Ye Wusheng.

From Wuyan Island came the Vice Island Master, Gu Chengfeng!

Lingbo Sect also sent a Vice Sect Leader this time, except there were two of them.

One was named Zhuo Dingyuan, the other Zhuo Anbang.

The one from Profound Ice Hall was also a Vice Hall Master, Zhao Tianshou.

Behind their lead vessels, anywhere from three to five more great ships followed in their wake.

They were packed to the brim with disciples from the various Forbidden Lands.

This mobilization was clearly on a different scale than before. The sheer size of the fleets showed that the Forbidden Lands were playing for keeps this time.

There was a reason their Sect Leaders, Pavilion Masters, and Island Masters hadn’t come personally. The East Sea was rife with conflict, and if a leader led their forces out, their home base would be left vulnerable to a sneak attack.

Thus, the leaders of each power had to remain behind to hold down the fort.

They could not be easily mobilized unless the reason was absolutely critical.

But among these expeditions, there was one exception: Hengyang Island.

The force Hengyang Island had sent was truly astonishing.

A massive flagship was flanked by over a dozen large vessels. Behind them, an even larger fleet followed, arranged in neat rows and columns, numbering at least a hundred strong.

Aboard the great ship whose sails bore the image of nine scorching suns, a red-haired man listened calmly to his subordinate’s report.

It was the same news: Shui Tianxin had gone to speak privately with Fang Shuwen.

The man’s expression remained unchanged as he listened. Only when the report was finished did he slowly open his eyes.

His eyes were unlike those of an ordinary person; they were not simply black and white.

His pupils were not black, but gold, blazing like a brilliant sun.

This man was none other than the current Island Master of Hengyang Island—the "Jiuyang Young Monarch," Huang Lie!

"Celestial Water Palace, Shui Tianxin..."

Huang Lie’s voice was laced with suppressed rage. Though he kept it in check, those around him could feel the circulation in their own meridians grow sluggish.

The very air seemed to crackle with a fiery energy, threatening to erupt from within their bodies at any moment and incinerate them.

"Fang Shuwen... He killed my sister. An unforgivable crime!"

"And Shui Tianxin... As one of the Eight Forbidden Lands, if she refuses to stand with us... then the Celestial Water Palace can follow Tingtiao Pavilion to its doom."

As he slowly rose, the pearwood armchair beneath him disintegrated into a pile of fine ash without a sound.

He walked to the bow and gazed out at the unnaturally calm weather, his brow furrowed slightly.

A wind hadn’t stirred on the East Sea in a long time.

The weather lately had been unnervingly placid. The sea was free of raging waves, to say nothing of thunderstorms and downpours.

For the East Sea, this was an anomaly.

Huang Lie reached out, his movements surprisingly gentle, as if stroking a girl’s hair. Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Ting’er, don’t you worry..."

"Big Brother will avenge you!"

"I will bring Fang Shuwen’s head and lay it before your cenotaph."

On the day Fang Shuwen killed Huang Wanting, there were simply too many sharks in the water, and the blood drew in even more.

Huang Wanting’s body was impossible to find. Because of the pressing situation, they hadn’t even had time to erect a cenotaph yet.

That would have to wait...

These matters weighed on Huang Lie’s mind, and though his killing intent deepened, he could only bury it away.

He was just waiting for the moment he laid eyes on Fang Shuwen to unleash it all.

The surrounding Elders and disciples of Hengyang Island all exchanged uneasy glances.

They dared not imagine what would happen when he finally unleashed his fury.

But they knew that when that moment came, it would be... earth-shattering!

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Fang Shuwen, of course, had no idea that for killing Huang Wanting, Huang Lie was leading an army straight for him. The Island Master had thrown all caution to the wind, abandoning the security of Hengyang Island to muster every last bit of its power and manpower, all for the sake of taking Fang Shuwen’s head to offer as a tribute to his sister.

He was simply immersed in his Martial Arts, constantly consolidating his knowledge and tempering his Inner Strength.

In the process, time seemed to lose all meaning for him.

After several days, Fang Shuwen had casually jotted down another seven or eight new insights into Martial Arts.

Even his Nine Qi Divine Technique, which had long been stagnant, showed signs of progress. He had the faint feeling that he could break through to the Eighth Realm at any moment.

But he had no idea how long it would take to cross that final threshold.

And on this day, the Eighth Layer of his Nine Qi Divine Technique had not come, but Wuxia Island... had.

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