"The ship is sinking? Many will die."
Ji Mo whispered, feeling a great disaster was imminent.
He pulled Boniu and immediately left the cabin for the deck.
"People will die? Nonsense."
Nangong Manyin snorted, her face full of mockery.
If it were ordinary people, sinking in the deep sea would naturally mean drowning.
But those on this ship were all cultivators, powerful Celestial Immortals, so how could anything happen to them?
However, Nangong Manyin also felt something was wrong. This ship was incredibly sturdy, and its hull was equipped with several defensive formations. How could it be having problems?
Everyone quickly gathered on the deck. While it didn't cause a riot, many were cursing. No one wanted to encounter such a situation.
"Everyone, please remain calm."
Ao Cheng stepped forward, suppressing his anger. These people were being utterly disrespectful, cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations.
However, thinking that these short-lived beings wouldn't live much longer, he couldn't be bothered to argue.
"A deep-sea leviathan passed by and pierced the ship's bottom. This is an unavoidable disaster, and I am helpless."
Ao Cheng had already prepared his excuse. The mastermind behind the sinking was actually himself.
Sinking his own ship, this guy was truly ruthless.
He continued, "There's a deserted island not far ahead. Everyone can take refuge there first. I've arranged for other ships to come. Please bear with it for a few days."
The crowd grumbled but had no other choice.
The ship continued to sink. Everyone either flew or took small boats towards the deserted island.
"Sister, your mouth is poisonous, isn't it? You just swore an oath, and then the ship immediately sank."
Nangong Chou, dressed in women's clothing, chided his elder sister, urging her to honor her bet and quickly change back into women's attire.
Nangong Manyin wouldn't easily concede. She said, "The ship sank, but the sun didn't rise from the west. I haven't lost."
"The sun rising in the east is a natural order. Legend has it that only when the end of the world or the underworld arrives will the sun rise from the west. Don't let your crow's mouth harm us. What if you end up getting us all killed?"
Nangong Chou felt a chill down his spine, not wanting to witness the sun rising from the west.
"Hmm, some things shouldn't be said carelessly. Some people are like walking calamities; whatever they say, happens."
Ji Mo, standing nearby, whispered, agreeing with Nangong Chou's statement.
"You scumbag, are you implying I'm a calamity?"
Nangong Manyin's eyes widened, and she glared at Ji Mo. "If within half a month, the sun doesn't rise from the west, you'll have to run ten laps around the deserted island in the nude. If it does, I'll wear women's clothing for you to see. Do you dare to bet with me?"
"What's there to see in women's clothing?"
Ji Mo was utterly uninterested. Such a bet held no meaning for him.
Seeing Ji Mo's dismissive expression, Nangong Manyin became even more incensed. She raised the stakes: "I'll wear women's clothing and dance for you."
Nangong Chou quickly chimed in, "Brother, although my sister seems like a tomboy, her dancing skills are top-notch. You'd be lucky to see it."
Only then did Ji Hanhan show some interest and asked, "Can you dance 'Senbonzakura' or 'Gokuraku Jodo'? 'Renai Circulation' or 'Kimi ni Nare' would also be fine."
Nangong Manyin shook her head in confusion. She had never heard of these dance songs.
She possessed great talent for dancing and was familiar with various popular dance styles of the current era, but she genuinely knew nothing about the songs Ji Mo mentioned.
"Huh, you don't even know how to dance otaku dances? Who wants to watch you then."
Ji Mo pouted, greatly disappointed.
But then again, he thought, how could anyone in this world dance otaku dances? He was overthinking.
Nangong Manyin's mouth twitched. She felt Ji Mo was looking down on her, which was utterly excessive.
She had never danced for any man other than Nangong Chou, let alone in disliked women's clothing. Even for a future husband, such treatment might not be granted.
Yet, this scumbag not only failed to appreciate her efforts but was also incredibly dismissive, making her feel awful.
"I'll wear a swimsuit and dance for you."
Nangong Manyin gritted her teeth, deciding to go all out.
Nangong Chou's eyes nearly popped out. His sister was really putting in a huge effort!
He thought Ji Mo would readily accept, but Ji Mo still looked uninterested. As a transmigrator from modern times, swimsuits held no particular appeal.
"Are you even a man?"
Nangong Manyin's eyebrows shot up. She had made such a significant sacrifice, yet this guy showed no interest. Was she really that unattractive?
Nangong Chou also stared at Ji Mo with suspicion. How could any man refuse such a good deal?
Only Boniu covered her mouth and giggled. This dense fool had negative emotional intelligence and incredible self-control, unlike those lecherous men.
"I accept."
Ji Mo rubbed his forehead.
Why was it so difficult to be a righteous and kind handsome man? They insisted on forcing themselves upon him, got angry when he wasn't interested, and even slandered him. It was too much.
"Haha, then you better honor your bet. I'll be watching closely the day you fulfill your promise."
Nangong Manyin finally showed a triumphant expression, believing she had won for sure.
At that time, she would definitely mock Ji Mo relentlessly, making him utterly ashamed and embarrassed.
The sun rising from the west was simply impossible.
Ji Mo said calmly, "It's too early to talk about winning or losing. You'd better prepare your swimsuit in advance. I won't agree if there's too much fabric."
"You old pervert!"
Nangong Manyin stomped her feet in anger. She had never met such a shameless person.
She shot Ji Mo a fierce glare, her figure transforming into a fleeting shadow as she flew towards the distant deserted island.
"Let's go too."
By now, the water had reached the deck. Ji Mo pulled Boniu onto a small boat.
Nangong Chou followed and took the initiative to row, being quite sensible.
"Brother, are you really confident you can win against my sister?"
Nangong Chou asked his doubts while rowing.
In his opinion, this was clearly a bet he was bound to lose.
Ji Mo remained silent, his eyes half-closed as he gazed at the distant deserted island. The more he looked, the more he felt something was amiss.
"My Momo has never lost a bet."
Boniu spoke, having blind faith in Ji Mo.
Although she also felt Nangong Manyin had a higher chance of winning, she was sure Ji Mo had a way to win.
Ji Mo dotingly stroked Boniu's hair and said, "I'm not a god, how can I guarantee a win? But my luck has always been good, so I shouldn't lose easily."
Then, he turned and cautioned Nangong Chou to be extra careful and vigilant on the island, prioritizing safety.
"It's just a deserted island, is it a dragon's lair or a tiger's den?"
Ximen Chou was dismissive, thinking Ji Mo was being overly worried.
With his strength, it was difficult to encounter danger, especially with his elder sister, who was even more powerful, protecting him. No one would dare to harm him in the slightest.
"Brother, if you're worried, stay with me on the island. With me and my sister here, there won't be any danger."
Ji Mo smiled and shook his head. This deserted island was a death trap. If one's fate wasn't strong enough, they might make it to the island alive but not leave alive.
Things were not simple. Someone was likely planning to use this place to harvest everyone.