Chapter 3: Sailing the Grand River
tching the Yan Luo banner and quickly threw it far away. Her gaze shifted, scanning the corner of the room where a dark shadow loomed—it was the evil ghost.The demon huddled in the corner, trembling a...And Qin Sang imagined differently, the man in white was very young, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a face like jade, sword eyebrows and star eyes. Although his face was covered with grass leaves, it did not detract from his beauty. He was the most handsome and beautiful boy Qin Sang had ever seen in two lifetimes.
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The boy's eyes were wide open, as if questioning the heavens.
Qin Sang gently closed the young man in white's eyes and hesitated for a moment before searching him as well.
The boy was cleaner than the demon. Qin Sang turned his underpants inside out, but only found a seven-colored pouch.
The pouch was the size of a palm, adorned with exquisite cloud patterns. It was made of an exceptional material, smoother than even the finest silk Qin Sang had ever felt in her previous life. A golden embroidered ribbon closed the top, hanging at the waist of the young man. At first, Qin Sang thought it was a fragrant pouch, but later she realized it wasn't. It seemed to be empty inside.
Qin Sang tried it, but didn't open the pouch. The silk ribbon was incredibly tough, beyond imagination.
What about that flying sword
Thinking of the flying sword, Qin Sang's heart felt a surge of excitement. Whether in his past life or this one, the legends of swordsmen were never absent, each one incredibly fascinating and captivating.
Ke Qin Sang looked left and right, but there was no sign of the flying sword
Picking up the white-clothed person's hands, Qin Sang frowned and discovered that the white-clothed person's hands were clenched tightly, seemingly holding something inside. He hurriedly tried his best to pry them open. In his left hand was a handful of pale fragments of stone, and in his right hand fell a small wooden sword.
Qin Sang picked up the sword. The surface of the small sword seemed to have a layer of black gloss, like a handle made of ebony wood. The blade was very finely crafted with some patterns on it, which were probably the natural grain of the wood. Unfortunately, there were no inscriptions.
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This ebony sword is only as long as a thumb. It feels heavy in the hand, but it has no blade and its tip can't even pierce a finger. It seems like a toy.
Qin Sang frowned, recalling the scene when he saw the flying sword. He realized that the flying sword and the ebony sword looked exactly the same, but it was much larger than the ebony sword, about the size of a normal treasure sword.
Did these terrible ravines
come from this small sword
Qin Sang wrapped everything in sheepskin, just like the black-clothed man hiding it in his chest. Suddenly, he heard crackling sounds coming from somewhere. He raised his head to look and saw that the flames on the tree had somehow spread to the grassland at some point. The wind was blowing smoothly here, and the riverbank was covered in yellow grass. It caught fire easily, and the flames were about to rise.
Oops!
Qin Sang cursed inwardly, realizing it was too late to collect the body. He bowed to the young man in white and said softly, "I don't know your esteemed name or origins. I will keep this pouch as a token of gratitude. If I have the opportunity to find your family in the future, I will return it to its rightful owner!"
After finishing his words, Qin Sang stared at the young man for a moment, memorizing his appearance, then skillfully climbed down to the riverbank.
Seeing the fire charging towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye, Qin Sang panicked. He hurriedly searched the bandit's body for two money bags, frantically secured the raft, pushed it into the river, climbed aboard, and brandished his knife. The next moment, the flames engulfed the riverbank.
'Snore...'
Flames raged and thick smoke billowed.
The raft drifted downstream, Qin Sang felt it. The current was indeed gentle, so he relaxed, turning his head to gaze at the sea of fire.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of lives were lost, reduced to ashes. Even two mysterious immortals met their demise. Qin Sang felt no significant upheaval in his heart, only an exhaustion that reached its peak.
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He rallied his spirits, picked up the few dry cakes he had taken from the bandits, and wolfed them down with the river water. Then, thinking of all his belongings that he had risked his life to acquire, he hurriedly took them out and sorted them through.
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The two purses were mostly filled with gold, worth close to a hundred taels of silver. Enough for him to spend lavishly for a while, but Qin Sang simply tapped them lightly and put them away.
Wrapped the book and the pouch in lambskin, tucked them close to his chest. Qin Sang then drew a few cotton threads from his person and tied the small sword up, hanging it around his neck and hiding it within his collar.
The little sword wasn't impressive in appearance. Even outsiders, upon seeing it, would only think it was a wooden amulet for protection. They certainly wouldn't imagine it to be a flying sword from the fairy realm.
He had hoped to see a village or town and land ashore for help, but after traveling for a long time, there was no sign of life. Qin Sang cut off a branch of a tree and secured his injured leg with it. He lay on the raft, fiddling with his small sword and staring at the rear, his eyes flickering uncertainly. In the distance, faint smoke could be seen drifting in the sky.
Another car accident!
That terrifying vortex of darkness appeared once again, this time lasting longer and spinning faster than ever before.
Qin Sang's whole body was icy cold, almost suffocating. He suddenly jolted awake, finding himself still on the raft. It had all been a nightmare. After escaping danger, his mind relaxed, and he fell asleep on the raft in exhaustion.
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I don't know how long I slept, it was already evening, a starlit night with no moon. A few stars shone on the water, shattered into fragments by the ripples.
Splash!
Suddenly, a wave crashed over him, causing Qin Sang to shiver and fully wake up. He realized he was soaking wet. The river here was swift with constant waves, far from the calmness of daytime.
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The raft rose and fell on the waves. Qin Sang lowered his head and took a look, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat. There was a huge whirlpool ahead on the surface of the water, and the raft was drifting towards the center of the whirlpool. No wonder he had been dreaming about that scene all night.
Qin Sang knew the danger of a whirlpool in the water, and was shocked. Only then did she realize that the raft had drifted to a wide river at some point. The river was turbulent with strong winds and dangerous waves.
He was alone in a tiny raft adrift in the middle of the river, with no support and nowhere to turn. He struggled desperately, hacking at the water with his knife, but it was barely making any headway.
Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from behind.
“Boy on the raft, stop paddling, grab the rope!”
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Qin Sang turned his head and saw a large ship on the river. In the darkness, he could only see a dark outline and a few lights. A lamp was hanging from the ship, then that lamp drew an arc and fell into the river. Qin Sang finally saw clearly that it was being held by someone.
This person held a lantern in one hand and pulled on a rope with the other. The moment they landed on the water, they would tap it with their toes and leap again, thus walking on water without sinking, as if on solid ground.
Another immortal
Qin Sang's eyes were wide with astonishment.
"Got it!"
Mid-sentence, the man yelled again, swung his arm hard, and sent the rope flying towards Qin Sang. It came with astonishing speed, but as it neared Qin Sang, its force was significantly reduced. Qin Sang hastily threw down his sword, struggled to his feet, grabbed the rope's end, wrapped it tightly around his waist non-stop, and then held on for dear life.
Seeing Qin Sang's quick wit, the man gave a compliment and placed the lamp. He turned his head and shouted, "Pull the rope!"
Only a shout from the ship was heard, and the rope suddenly tightened. A tremendous force lifted Qin Sang directly up, and he was about to smash headfirst into the ship's railing. Qin Sang was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
He kicked hard at the water, soaring into the air. He grabbed Qin Sang's collar with one hand and, stepping on the side of the boat, leaped onto it in a few steps., but Xuan Yu Dao Chang was backed by Shang Yuan Qing Jing Gong, one of the Eight Great Immortal Sects. If he didn't silence all those who knew, it would be like digging his own grave.Qin Sang unders...