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The boatman offered a brief commentary, ultimately highlighting a few individuals for Qi Xiao and his companion to pay attention to.
One was a beautiful woman adorned with a golden hairpin, draped in a veil of rosy silk. She had delicate willow-like brows and a face like a lotus flower, with captivating eyes that seemed to shimmer with emotion. Although she appeared flirtatious and carefree, she was famously known in the city as the Black Widow. Her illusionary skills were unparalleled, even causing trouble for seasoned Nascent Soul practitioners.
Another was a striking young man with a long sword slung across his back and sharp features that resembled those of a starry-eyed hero. He did not reveal much about himself, but when someone attempted to forcefully take his room, he swiftly dispatched the gold-clad cultivator with a single strike of his sword, leaving no chance for resistance. This act silenced everyone on the boat.
There was also a young woman in blue attire wearing a gauzy hat. Although she had not shown her skills, she had managed to pass through the illusions cast by the golden-haired beauty without harm, which made the latter quite wary. The woman either possessed exceptionally high cultivation or practiced unique techniques—either way, she was someone to be reckoned with.
The old boatman waited by the shore for another two hours until all the rooms were filled before setting sail. The distance from Pingjin City to the Floating Island was not too far, but recent storms had made travel difficult. To be safe, the old boatman dared not speed; what should have taken two hours stretched into nearly half a day.
That night, Qi Xiao pulled Lu away from their room, feeling hungry and eager to find something to eat. As he approached the side of the boat, he caught sight of the golden-haired beauty. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled coyly and covered her mouth.
"Who is this young man? I don't believe we've met before," she purred.
She swayed her hips as she walked towards him, her hollow fragrance ball jingling softly at her waist, releasing wisps of enticing smoke.
Qi Xiao wrinkled his nose at the sudden scent that wafted towards him and gripped the handrail tightly. "What is that cheap perfume? It smells terrible!" he exclaimed disdainfully.
The golden-haired beauty's expression darkened instantly; her charming face lost some of its luster as she noticed that the young man seemed unaffected by her allure. This only heightened her vigilance. Did they all think her illusions were ineffective? Did they truly believe that her reputation as the Black Widow was unfounded?
Unwilling to accept defeat, she flicked her little finger at the fragrance ball and quietly began to chant an incantation, hoping to combine its mesmerizing effects with her illusions to ensnare him. However, after several attempts without any visible results, she watched helplessly as Qi Xiao yawned and walked right past her.
Fuming with anger yet unable to shake off doubt about herself, she wondered if perhaps she had aged and fallen behind the times. Why were these young people so difficult to deal with?
After the young man completely disappeared, she pinched the incense ball and discovered that the mist inside had long dissipated, leaving only a faint trace of spiritual energy. Jin Mu squinted slightly and let out a cold laugh.
Qi Xiao rubbed his fingertips as he entered the lobby on the first floor, where he saw a woman wearing a gauze hat, arms crossed, leaning against the window. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel a strong gaze fixed on him, as if it were trying to pierce through his very skin.
He frowned slightly, feeling a bit impatient. They hadn't even reached the island yet, and already everyone seemed eager to test him. Did he really look like such an easy target?
Qi Xiao turned his head, meeting the girl's gaze behind the gauze hat without flinching or avoiding it. "You've been watching me; do you have some advice to offer?"
"Advice?" The girl chuckled softly, covering her mouth. "That’s not necessary. Every man on this ship has been tested by Jin Mu; you are the only one who hasn’t been affected by her illusion. That’s quite rare."
"Illusion? More like seduction, I think." Qi Xiao replied.
The girl smiled but remained silent. As a woman with a clear heart in her path of cultivation, she was naturally less susceptible to Jin Mu's allure and illusions. However, Qi Xiao's immunity was somewhat remarkable.
A clear heart that resists temptation—such a quality is not common among any cultivator. Even though this young man had an unremarkable pockmarked face, she wouldn’t dare to underestimate him.
Suddenly realizing something was off, Qi Xiao recalled her earlier words: "You just said I was the only one." Did that mean he—
He glanced at the handsome young man not far away, his meaning clear.
The man carried a long sword on his back and had an upright demeanor; he certainly didn’t seem like someone Jin Mu could easily manipulate with just a beckon. Was it possible that he had been too presumptuous?
The girl’s voice was clear and subtly mocking. "The last person who tried to scheme against him was killed with a single sword strike! Unless Jin Mu has lost her mind, she wouldn’t dare lay a hand on him. Not to mention testing him; she wouldn’t even linger around him!"
She lowered her voice deliberately as she spoke. "The sword cultivators from the Qian Yuan Sect are almost obsessed with their cultivation; they are always so cold and stubborn, lacking in human warmth."
Qi Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, shifting his gaze back and forth between her and the young man several times.
If he hadn't misheard, it seemed that there was a hint of resentment in the girl's voice.
The two keywords—Qian Yuan Sect and Sword Cultivator—flashed through his mind like a lightning bolt illuminating the depths of his memory. In an instant, Qi Xiao suddenly recalled who that handsome young man was.
The chief of the Sword Path at Qian Yuan Sect, Ji Wushang.
Hearing the voice, the young man furrowed his brow and directly vaulted over the railing from the second floor, striding confidently towards Qi Xiao.
He was tall, towering over the young man by a head. Holding his sword with a relaxed grip, he looked down from above with an imposing presence.
"It seems you know me? Are you also from Qian Yuan Sect? I don't believe we've met before."
"Friend Ji's reputation precedes him. Even disciples outside of Qian Yuan Sect have heard of your exploits."
Ji Wushang nodded slightly, his tone casual, yet his words dripped with arrogance. "Last time, I single-handedly challenged all the disciples of the Immortal Sects; you should indeed have a strong impression of me."
During the last Immortal Sect Grand Competition, in the final match, Ji Wushang swept through the arena with ease, defeating all disciples effortlessly.
Every disciple who witnessed that match shared a common understanding: to achieve a good ranking wasn't about whose attacks were stronger, but rather about who lasted the longest before being eliminated by Ji Wushang.
With that battle at the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, Ji Wushang gained fame; he was not only regarded as the top disciple of Qian Yuan Sect but also seen as a prodigy among the younger generation in the cultivation world.
Even the esteemed Master Han Ying from Qingjing Peak sighed whenever he mentioned him, lamenting why Ji Wushang was not his own disciple.
Although Qi Xiao had not seen it firsthand, during that time of the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, every disciple knew who Ji Wushang was.
To encounter such a talented individual on the same flying boat was unexpected.
Qi Xiao felt a surge of excitement and wanted to test Ji Wushang's abilities. However, with so many people around, it wasn't convenient to make a move.
If others figured out his true strength, it would be hard to avoid being targeted.
At that moment, the girl in the green shirt removed her veil, revealing a delicate and graceful face. Her lips were red and her teeth white, with almond-shaped eyes like water; though she wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, she immediately evoked fondness in those who saw her.
"Since we are all disciples of the Immortal Sects, why not become friends?"
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