Chapter 117 The Book Reader

  In the Beast Domain of the Primordial Wilderness, every step is fraught with unknown risks, and at any moment, a sudden battle may erupt, making it impossible to seek stability.

  The endless ocean was not calm, and the various sea tribes and demons in it were no less powerful than those in the Hongyuan Beast Domain. When they encountered cultivators with low cultivation levels, Ling Luoyue and Pan Wushuang could easily kill them with their current strength. However, when they met stronger cultivators, the two could only flee in defeat. On several occasions, they even encountered demons in the Separation Period on the ocean, and both of them faced life-or-death situations multiple times. Although Ling Luoyue managed to escape with his divine Fire Spirit Escape Technique, it was clear that the dangers they had experienced were immense.

  After going through such a long and bitter struggle, Ling Luo suddenly found himself in this sunset fishing village, living an ordinary life as a fisherman, and he felt a different kind of pleasure.

  When I'm bored, I drink some wine and chat with those simple fishermen. Occasionally, I also sail out to sea with Chen Xiao's old fishing boat, catch a few nets, bring back some seafood to go with the wine. With our two strengths combined, we can be said to be invincible in this nearby sea area, there is nothing that can threaten us at all.

  Apart from Chen Xiaopao, in the eyes of other fishermen in Luoshi Village, the two were just ordinary people and didn't have anything special about them.

  They also don't want others to know about their differences, at least for a while they just want to be ordinary people, live an ordinary life, and enjoy the rare tranquility. If everyone in Luoshan Village really treats them as immortals, then the fun of living is lost.

  But Pan Wu, however, seemed to have turned into a drunkard. Except when he went out to sea with Ling Luoyu, every day he would be holding onto a wine jug, drinking all the time. Even when they were out at sea, Pan Wu still had his wine by his side. Although he looked like he was drunk all the time, if something really happened, Pan Wu could immediately sober up.

  Wine can't get everyone drunk, with Pan Wu's physical condition, this little bit of wine is not enough to knock him out, what he enjoys is just the feeling of being drunk.

  "This is the end!" Seeing Pan Wu again, he picked up a wine jug and started drinking wildly. Ling Luoyu was both angry and amused, shook her head lightly, walked out of Chen Xiaopao's residence, and headed towards a flat land in the middle of the mountain village.

  "Xiao Pao has been out for several days, and I don't know how much information he's gathered about this Mu country. Has he made any progress?" Ling Luoyu couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion as she thought of her father and older brother whom she hadn't seen in many years.

  "I want to go back, but I don't know how to get back! The Great Qin Empire is vast and wide, and the country where I live, Mu, compared to the Great Qin Empire, is like a small stream compared to the ocean, there's no way to compare! I don't even know where Mu is roughly located, if I keep walking like this, I won't know when I'll be able to return to Mu!" Ling Luoye sighed and shook his head.

  On that empty ground, there were already three or five groups of fishermen gathered together, including old men and young children, as well as some idle aunties and young wives.

  These days, a storyteller came to the village of Luoshan. If Ling Xiaoyu's memory serves her correctly, it should be around the time when the storyteller starts his storytelling. The crowd gathered in this empty space must have come for the fascinating stories from the storyteller's mouth.

  "Oh, it's Ling Luoye! I've never seen you come to listen to storytelling before. Mr. Wang has already told half of 'The History of the Great Qin Empire'! Fortunately, we can still catch the second half! Mr. Wang is taking a break and will continue soon!" The speaker was a woman in her early forties who had become extremely familiar with Ling Luoye and the villagers of Luoshan Village over the past dozen or so days.

  "It's Auntie Zhang! How come Uncle Zhang isn't home again? Has he gone out to sea?" Ling Luoyu smiled and greeted her.

  "Ling Luoyu, how is it that you look even more handsome after just one day? Are there any girls in the village who have caught your eye? Do you want me to help you make a match?" The aunt joked, looking at Ling Luoyu's white clothes.

  Several nearby aunts and young wives also gathered around, echoing that aunt, and teasing Ling Yu.

  As soon as he mentioned women, Ling Luofei couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, for he thought of Qin Zitian and Wang Qiaor again.

  For Zitian, Ling Luoye's heart has always had something unspeakable and unclear. Even if she was ruthlessly abandoned by him, when it came to truly hating her, Ling Luoye couldn't bring herself to do so.

  For Wang Qiaoer, Ling Luo Yu felt not only love but also guilt. The beauty has passed away, and this guilt may forever remain in Ling Luo Yu's heart.

  "When a person dies, their soul should still exist, it's just unknown where this soul will drift to! Is it that legendary ghost realm? If there really is a ghost realm, then I, Ling Luo Yu, even if I have to turn the entire ghost realm upside down, I must find Xiao Er's trail!" Ling Luo Yu's fists were clenched tightly, at this moment, he found his direction to strive for once again.

  He had already refined to the Great Completion of Jindan, and together with Pan Weng, even if he returned to Mu State, turning the entire Xuanming cultivation realm upside down would not be a problem. Many times, Ling Luoyu felt a sense of confusion, he didn't know what he was cultivating for.

  But now he knows, everything is just for survival, for a better life.

  Rushing ceaselessly towards the summit, perhaps after arriving at that ethereal and mysterious fairy realm, I can find the path to the ghost realm, to search for my beloved Qiao'er.

  "Cough...cough..." A few dry coughs interrupted Ling Luoyu's contemplation, as well as the teasing from those aunties and young wives towards Ling Luoyu.

  "Mr. Wang is about to speak!" The entire open space fell silent, everyone stopped and gazed at the small platform in the center of the empty ground.

  As the crowd's attention focused, a slender old man with a long beard slowly walked onto the stage, swept his eyes across the audience, took a sip of tea, and began to speak.

  "It is said that the great Qin Shi Huang, with a wave of his hand, could split mountains and rivers, and with his own strength, sweep across the seven states. Wherever he went, no one dared to disobey..." Mr. Wang's voice rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence, and the story he told was mysterious and boundless, entrancing everyone present.

  If there's anyone who can still remain sober, it might be Ling Luoyu. For some reason, Ling Luoyu felt that the old man's storytelling voice was somewhat unusual, as if it could make people become infatuated with it. Moreover, Ling Luoyu unexpectedly discovered that this old man was actually a successful cultivator who had established his foundation.

  However, Ling Luoyu had no idea what his purpose was. Although Wang Lao's words were suspicious and misleading, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards the villagers. Since that was the case, Ling Luoyu also didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

  She smiled faintly and turned around, about to leave.

  When he saw Ling Luo Yu's strange behavior, the storyteller's eyes widened and a green light shot straight at Ling Luo Yu.

  "You dare to attack me? You're just a tiny foundation-building cultivator! Looking for death!" Ling Luoyu turned around, and a red light flashed in his eyes. He flew out and instantly shattered the blue light. The red light didn't stop, following the blue light to disperse all of Wang Lao's spiritual sense attached to it before slowly disappearing bit by bit.

  "Let me give you a little warning, don't deceive me, the village of Luoshan is deserted!" With that, he glanced at Mr. Wang, whose mouth was bleeding, and strode away with his feathers fluttering in the wind.

  "Wait!" A voice echoed in Ling Luoyu's ear, and he paused for a moment before stopping.