Chapter 688 - 687: Doing As One Pleases

Chapter 688: Chapter 687: Doing As One Pleases

"Get in the pool. Hurry up."

The voice was a bit cold and extremely stern.

But Jingyue was quick on the uptake. She immediately knew she had also triggered a video, and a glance confirmed it.

Soon, she saw an aggrieved-looking young girl appear beside her.

This young girl possessed a face that could topple cities. Although she wasn’t fully grown, she would undoubtedly become a world-toppling beauty.

She was, of course, Qin Qianning.

The little girl had grown into a young lady.

Then, Jingyue’s video was also shared.

On a certain island, Qing Lian was still quietly following behind Blade Master Hai Bian. She would help out occasionally, but whenever danger arose along the way, it was usually Blade Master Hai Bian who took action.

’How could someone who wants to save everyone be capable of killing an enemy?’ In Blade Master Hai Bian’s opinion, she was just a healer.

But unlike Liuyue Xue, this healer couldn’t kill enemies.

It was a blessing she didn’t end up healing the enemy.

Liuyue Xue was truly different. She could charge into battle and slay enemies on the front lines, then retreat to cast healing arts.

As for Qing Lian, she looked pure and flawless, gentle and radiant, but she was all show and no substance.

Blade Master Hai Bian sighed. ’And of all people, she had to be from the Holy Land.’

Qing Lian, of course, knew she had caused him a lot of trouble, so she did her best to help in any way she could, making absolutely sure not to be a hindrance.

’As long as I don’t drag him down, it’ll be fine.’

But...

[Saintess Jingyue has shared an official online video. Receive?]

[Yes/No]

But things never go as one wishes; something always has to pop up.

Qing Lian felt particularly helpless.

After a moment, Qing Lian said apologetically, "Um, Fellow Daoist Hai Bian, I might have to stop for a moment again."

Blade Master Hai Bian: "???"

Qing Lian lowered her head and apologized, "It’s about some matters from the Holy Land again. I’m very sorry."

Blade Master Hai Bian sighed inwardly but said, "I understand. There’s nothing around here anyway. Don’t worry about it, Fairy."

As Qing Lian started watching the video, Blade Master Hai Bian took the opportunity to check the group chat.

Then, he accidentally saw the message Mo Yan had sent.

He nearly choked in surprise.

Qing Lian asked curiously, "What’s wrong, Fellow Daoist Hai Bian?"

Blade Master Hai Bian replied, "It’s nothing. Some other fellow Daoists are just joking around."

’Yeah, a joke,’ he thought. ’A pretty big one, at that.’

This time, Mo Yan hadn’t just trolled Liuyue Xue; she had also provoked Witch Dan Xue and, for good measure, insulted everyone indiscriminately.

’Does she have a death wish or something?’

’Why would she ignore a chance at longevity to do something so pointless?’

’And she actually wants to roast the Longevity Dragon Egg? What on earth is she thinking?’

However, Blade Master Hai Bian had already given up on comprehending the Longevity Dragon Egg. He didn’t have the fate for it, and besides, he was escorting Qing Lian. All he could do was see if there was anything good nearby. If not, he’d just treat it as a vacation.

He hadn’t lost anything, after all.

Then, he sent a message in the group: "Does Mo Yan not want to live anymore?"

Chen Yi: "Hard to say. Anyway, I’m an educated man. I know my idioms."

Xiao Xiaomo: "Me too. For example, ’do as one pleases.’"

Yang Mu: "’See the unseen.’"

Liu Yu: "’The innocent need no defense.’"

Chu Qing: "’Beyond forbearance.’ I’m definitely the most educated one in this group."

Liu Yiyi: "..."

Zhong Yiyang: "..."

Blade Master Hai Bian: "..."

Most Educated Fairy Mo Yan: "I’m obviously the most educated one! I’ve been studying for many years. Even Po Xiao would have to concede defeat to me.

I’m the best at these idioms. For example, ’striving for perfection’ and ’day in, day out.’"

Po Xiao: "I graduated from University. Has anyone else here been to University?"

Fairy Mo Yan: "See? I told you Boss Po Xiao is the most educated.

People who think they’re the most educated are usually just dreaming. Oh, I’m not talking about you, Boss Po Xiao."

Chu Qing: "Sister Mo Yan, what happened to your nickname prefix?"

Fairy Mo Yan: "The Nightmare was too intense. I must have been dreaming."

Liu Yiyi: "..."

Zhong Yiyang: "..."

Blade Master Hai Bian: "Fellow Daoist Po Xiao, can the Longevity Dragon Egg be comprehended? Is roasting the egg actually realistic?"

Fairy Mo Yan: "Yeah, Boss Po Xiao, will I succeed? Will I become immortal if I eat it?"

After that, Po Xiao gave no response.

A long time later, Fairy Mo Yan sent a message: "Did Boss Po Xiao just tacitly approve my plan?"

Blade Master Hai Bian: "I suppose you could see it that way."

Chi Xue Child: "Mo Yan, you’ve offended so many people. Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

Fairy Mo Yan: "No one can find me, so I have nothing to fear."

Chi Xue Child: "..."

’It really would be hard to find Mo Yan here,’ Chi Xue Child thought. But even if they did, she probably wouldn’t be scared.

Suddenly, Chi Xue Child felt exhausted on behalf of his Martial Uncle.

To be stuck with a disciple like her, and his only one at that.

As for Jiang Zuo, he didn’t answer their questions mainly because he didn’t want to. He had received the video but hadn’t paid it much mind.

’Roasting a Longevity Dragon Egg with a normal fire? Who in this world would even dare to think of such a thing?’

’If that actually worked, the entire Dragon race would be a joke.’

But since she was having fun with the idea, Jiang Zuo didn’t bother to crush her dreams. It saved him the effort of typing, anyway.

’There are so many notifications here. Another one just arrived, this one seemingly related to Cultivation. This place is practically a land of opportunity for the Saintess Corps.’

The Dragons were still fighting over here, so Jiang Zuo naturally started watching the video.

’I suddenly find myself hoping they’ll fight for a little longer.’

In the video, Jiang Zuo saw Qin Qianning reluctantly walking toward a pool of water.

"Brother, I’m a girl, I’m frail, and I haven’t been in Cultivation for long. Can I please not go?" Qin Qianning pleaded pitifully.

Qin Tian stood at the edge of a volcano and said, "Sure. If you don’t get in the pool, you can go into the lava next to it."

Qin Qianning pouted. "You meanie! You Si, go talk to my brother. Tell him I only just recovered and this kind of training isn’t suitable for me."

The You Si of this time was no longer shrouded in darkness. He wore white clothes and looked like a normal person.

He said awkwardly, "I can’t win against Young Master Qin."

A dejected look on her face, Qin Qianning finally walked toward the water.

Qin Tian called out, "Remember, the pressure will increase. If you can’t surface, you’ll die."

Qin Qianning didn’t look back. ’That whole "you’ll die" thing is just a lie. There’s no way her brother and You Si would let her die.’

’If he’s going to lie, he could at least make it a believable one.’

Seeing that Qin Qianning showed no signs of fear, Qin Tian turned to You Si and said, "This is all your fault for spoiling her."

You Si gave an awkward laugh, thinking to himself, ’You spoil her just as much, you know.’

Jingyue watched it all unfold. She felt that Qin Qianning was truly happy, doted on by her brother since she was little and later cherished by You Si. It was a pity they met such a tragic end.

’Who would have ever thought the three of them would end up like that?’

At this point, Jingyue also walked toward the pool. ’I’ll die if I can’t surface, is that it?’

’Fine, then I’ll just have to surface. I am a Saintess; there’s no reason I wouldn’t be able to.’

Afterward, Jingyue stood together with Qin Qianning, and soon, both of them fell directly into the water.

The water in the pool was very deep; it felt bottomless. Jingyue was sinking continuously, and Qin Qianning was sinking right alongside her.

Jingyue’s eyes were open, and she saw that Qin Qianning’s eyes were open too. There was a calmness in Qin Qianning’s gaze, without the slightest trace of fear.