The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 295 - 294: It Seems Like I’ve Picked Up a Ghost
Lin Yun pinched Bai Jiaojiao and regained his composure.
For now, it was best to focus on proper cultivation.
Only when he reached a sufficient cultivation level would he be able to address his problems one by one... one by one.
"However, is the distribution of your nutrition a bit uneven, why aren’t you growing taller?"
As Bai Jiaojiao’s cultivation level recovered, she would gradually revert to her original appearance. This was different from the typical demon transformation into a human form, which often resulted in a permanent adult form without the ability to grow. But as Bai Jiaojiao’s power returned, she would be able to grow as well.
Even more, she felt she could freely switch to her true form without harming her cultivation path.
The most important thing was that during the growth process, she could make alterations to her figure as she wished.
Hence, Lin Yun was puzzled.
It couldn’t possibly be that I pinched her into shape, could it?
Bai Jiaojiao, her cheeks flushed, said, "Don’t you like it?"
"Uh, I do like it, but I’m just curious what you’ve been eating to grow like this; I’ll need to prepare some for my master later."
Lin Yun really put his heart into improving Dongfang Hongyue’s physique.
Bai Jiaojiao: "..."
What kind of outrageous nonsense are you spouting...
"Humph, I’m not going to tell you."
Could she actually do something that benefited her enemy?
She didn’t want another petty woman summoning her to ask a barrage of questions. Bai Jiaojiao was a Demon King, after all. Even if she were to be kept by someone, she would need to be the boss!
"So stingy, it seems I’ll have to figure it out myself."
Bai Jiaojiao: "..."
What are you trying to figure out!
The night on the grassland was very peaceful; the Snow Maiden was unaware that Bai Jiaojiao had sneaked back to indulge herself. She slept soundly.
The great wave conjured by Lin Yun washed away some innocent soldiers, but given the fear such terrifying power instilled in most people, no one spoke up. On the surface, all remained quiet and serene.
Meanwhile, Balder was struggling in the sea.
He felt he was about to perish.
Before the great wave Lin Yun summoned approached, he had scoffed at it disdainfully. His body was protected by divine light, which he believed to be impervious to spell attacks.
However, as soon as the great wave arrived, the protective divine light on his body was instantly washed away, and he was swept by the wave, unable to breathe in the water.
As a warrior, he could endure some time without breathing. But the water of this wave seemed to carry a rule.
Even if his body didn’t need to breathe, he would still suffocate.
This forced drowning left Balder desperately struggling to escape, only to be swept further out to sea by the wave.
When his brothers were calling out to him, he could hear them but was unable to respond.
This showed the extent of his despair. If you really wanted to save someone, why didn’t anyone jump into the water!
At that moment, Balder also thought of the taboo.
The Great Desert had places bordering the sea, but no one dared to go into the water.
Great terrors lurked in the depths of the ocean.
Despite being terrified, Balder was still caught in the current, being swept further and further away from the shore.
Fortunately, he was lucky and was never eaten by the Sea Monster.
But being submerged in the sea for so long, he felt he was truly going to drown.
A mighty Warrior, drowning in water?
It was utterly ridiculous.
But now Balder believed that water, the most harmless of things, could also be terrifying.
Just when he thought he was going to die at the bottom of the sea, suddenly, a fish spear shot with precision and hit his shoulder. Were people here fishing?
As Balder was on the brink of death, hope rekindled within him. He grabbed the fish spear, and with its help, he finally escaped from the strange water.
No longer feeling suffocated, Balder was so excited he wanted to cry.
Now he could swim back by himself, but he still didn’t let go of the fish spear. His wounds had already healed, and Balder wanted to see who was brave enough to fish in the sea.
Finally, he was pulled above the water, saw the round moon in the sky, and the faint mist over the sea.
The other end of the rope tied to the fish spear was held by a young man. He wore a straw hat, held a Trident in his other hand, and was on a small wooden boat. The clothing of the young man was of a style Balder had never seen before, somewhat similar to that of the Central Plains People, but also different.
These details were not important; what was important was that to be sailing out to sea in such a flimsy boat, this young fellow must be extraordinary!
Not daring to be disrespectful, Balder spoke, "Thank you for your rescue. May I ask for your esteemed surname?"
Balder spoke the language of the Central Plains. As The Third Warrior, whose dream was to become the highest commander of the Great Desert, he naturally had strict requirements for himself. Mastering several languages was a basic skill.
The fishing young man’s lips slightly curved upwards but didn’t answer Balder’s question. Instead, he slowly recited a poem, "With a single thought, the waves calm and the tide ebbs; with a single word, the four seas submit; with a single Trident, Town River is subdued; only I dare to claim myself king."
The young man looked up at the bright moon, as if lost in some memory. Balder was struck by his aura and, after thinking for a long time, weakly ventured, "Is your esteemed surname... Wang?"
"..."
The young man’s action of looking up at the moon suddenly stiffened, and he said heavily, "My surname is Yuan, I am the descendant of the Yuan Family, Yuan Zidan."
Balder noticed the look the other gave him was as if he were regarding an imbecile.
He instantly felt aggrieved. How could anyone guess that you were surnamed Yuan from that lousy poem?
Yuan Zidan looked at Balder somewhat angrily. He could tell that Balder’s strength wasn’t weak. Regardless of which Royal Mansion he served, he must be high-ranked, yet he hadn’t even heard of the Yuan Clan.
It was outrageous!
It seemed that after the Yuan Family had left for overseas many years ago, Shenzhou Land had forgotten their past glory, to the extent that even after reciting a poem, he was not recognized.
"Have you never heard of the Yuan Family?"
Seeing Yuan Zidan’s unfriendly look, Balder also felt a headache coming on. After his battle with Lin Yun, especially after being washed away by the water, he felt his entire being was not right. If Yuan Zidan wanted to fight, he might not win at sea.
He could only lower his head and reply, "I’ve heard of this surname before. Which Yuan Family are you from?"
"What other Yuan Family could be referred to as the Yuan Family! I think you’re deliberately insulting me!"
As Yuan Zidan’s angry shout fell, the calm sea suddenly stirred waves.
It was then that Balder realized the situation was somewhat strange; they were at sea, yet the water’s surface was as calm as a pond’s.
It wasn’t until Yuan Zidan got angry that he saw the sea’s majesty.
Ever since nearly drowning, he felt fear at the mere sight of water.
"It’s a misunderstanding; I’m not a person from the Central Plains and am not well-versed in the major families of the Central Plains. I didn’t mean to insult you!"
"Central Plains, Grassland?"
This time it was Yuan Zidan who was bewildered. They exchanged glances, each shocked by the confusion in the other’s eyes.
Suddenly, Balder realized that a young man with mysterious powers, who seemed to have some ancestral legacy, yet knew nothing of the Central Plains or Grassland, might signify that he had encountered a ghost...
