The desolate island was covered in mountains and ancient trees, shrouded in thick, oppressive fog.
From a bird's-eye view, the entire island resembled a colossal, coiled dragon.
The beings on the ship disembarked onto the island in an orderly fashion. The simmering anger within them dissipated considerably, as the spiritual energy here was incredibly dense, several times more potent than outside, making it an excellent place for cultivation.
If it weren't for the fact that this was the heart of the deep sea, the territory of the Sea Clan, various factions would have undoubtedly vied to claim it.
Ji Mo and the other two also landed on the island, drawing much attention.
The crowd was almost exclusively male.
However, these lecherous men paid no mind to Bo Niu. Instead, their gazes were fixed squarely on Nangong Chou, many of them swallowing hard.
While Bo Niu was stunningly beautiful, she was still young, exuding a youthful innocence. She paled in comparison to Nangong Chou, who was clad in a pink dress, exuding far more allure.
Moreover, Nangong Chou had stuffed something into his chest, making it appear remarkably full.
As he walked, his chest swayed, causing the eyes of the lustful onlookers to bulge.
Some with strong libidos even had blood gushing from their noses.
Nangong Chou's scalp tingled, and he felt utterly uncomfortable. "Damn it, these old perverts are so shameless. How can they stare at someone like that? I really want to gouge out their damn eyes. I can't stand it. I should change back into men's clothes later. Otherwise, if someone can't control themselves and knocks me out, drags me into the woods, I'll be finished."
Bo Niu looked at him innocently. "What's the big deal? You're a grown man, what can these guys do to you?"
"Bo Niu, you wouldn't understand. Let me tell you..."
Nangong Chou's expression turned serious, wanting to educate Bo Niu on such matters. Sometimes, it was crucial for boys to protect themselves.
Ji Mo quickly interrupted, not wanting Bo Niu to understand such things. He said, "Listen to me, don't change. Pink wards off evil and attracts romance. You might even have a romantic encounter."
"Really? Then I won't change."
Nangong Chou's eyes widened, gleaming. He chuckled, "Actually, whether it attracts romance or not is secondary. The main thing is warding off evil. Heh heh!"
"Are you an idiot? You believe such nonsense?"
Nangong Manyin appeared, unable to resist scolding Nangong Chou.
What kind of bewitched nonsense had this scumbag fed Nangong Chou for him to believe anything he said?
"This isn't nonsense, it's metaphysics," Ji Mo explained seriously. He wasn't joking, nor was he speaking without reason.
"Metaphysics your ass!"
Nangong Manyin scoffed, questioning, "You also said before that if the ship sank, many people would die. Now everyone is alive and well, not even injured. If you're so capable, why don't you die yourself?"
Ji Mo moved his lips but wisely chose not to waste his breath. Believe it or not.
Just then.
A despairing scream echoed from afar.
Then, someone shouted, "Someone's dead!"
Nangong Manyin's eyes widened, her mind full of question marks.
Nangong Chou couldn't help but say, "Elder sister, your mouth is truly poisonous. You just spoke and killed an innocent person."
"Shut up. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll kill you next."
Nangong Manyin's almond eyes widened, and she felt like hitting her younger brother again.
Honestly, did she really think her words could make things happen? That someone would die just because she said so? It was merely a coincidence.
Hearing the scream, the people nearby changed their expressions and rushed over.
The deceased was a Golden Immortal. His entire body had turned black, clearly a victim of poisoning.
Someone examined the body and found a tiny wound on his ankle, oozing black blood. It was immediately determined that he had been accidentally bitten by a venomous creature and had died from the poison.
"It seems there are venomous creatures living on the island. Everyone, be careful when you move around," an elder kindly reminded everyone, believing it to be a mere accident.
As cultivators, to be bitten by a mere poisonous insect and die was their own fault.
"Give this honored guest a proper burial."
Ao Cheng stepped forward, instructing his subordinates to handle the aftermath for the unfortunate Golden Immortal. He then added solicitously, "The new ship will likely take several more days to arrive, so please bear with the wait. This island appears to harbor significant risks. For safety, it is best not to wander around carelessly."
These words immediately garnered favor from many.
However, no one took his words to heart. They were not about to be intimidated by a mere poisonous insect.
Furthermore, risk and reward were often proportional. The more dangerous the place, the greater the possibility of hidden treasures and opportunities.
Some had already noticed peculiar lights flashing in several areas of the island, suggesting the presence of valuable items.
The crowd had no intention of waiting idly for the ship to arrive and began to move about.
Some went to admire the island's scenery, others ventured into the mountains to search for treasures and herbs, while some couples furtively slipped away into the small groves.
Watching the people disperse, Ao Cheng's lips curved into a cold smile. He murmured, "Once on this island, you are all fat sheep at my mercy. No one will leave alive. Oh... except you, my enchanting pink maiden..."
Ao Cheng's pupils turned pink as his gaze fell upon Nangong Chou, unable to tear himself away.
He felt his heart suddenly race, his breathing deepen, and a surge of heat rush to his head.
Having lived for thousands of years, Ao Cheng had always prioritized his work, tirelessly laboring for the Flood Dragon clan. He had never shown any interest in romantic matters.
But at this moment, his gaze was fixed, his mind completely occupied by a pink silhouette.
"Oh, what a voluptuous, adorable, and charming darling!"
Ao Cheng, a muscular brute, uttered these incredibly saccharine words for the first time.
The hundreds of subordinates beside him got goosebumps upon hearing this, but they quickly let out knowing chuckles.
Indeed, who wouldn't adore a woman with such a generous bosom?
"Everyone must die, but she must not suffer the slightest harm. If she gets even a single hair out of place, you will all perish. Also, don't you dare look at her with your eyes, or I'll kick your balls off."
Ao Cheng was extremely possessive. He warned his subordinates in a chilling voice, releasing his ferocious aura without reservation.
"We understand."
These subordinates dared not breathe heavily. They quickly averted their gazes, lowering their heads obediently.
They dared not defy Ao Cheng, lest they face dire consequences.
"So, it was just an accidental death. Your so-called metaphysics is just babbling nonsense. If you're so capable, make two more die, and maybe I'll believe your鬼话."
Nangong Manyin taunted Ji Mo again, simply finding him displeasing.
"Accident?"
Ji Mo shook his head. This was not an accident, but a violent death, a man-made disaster.
It seemed his earlier guess was correct; someone intended to stir up trouble on this desolate island.
"Ah..."
"Ah!"
Two sharp screams followed, originating from the distant woods.
"You shameless couple, truly shameless."
Nangong Manyin's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but spit.
She had just seen a furtive couple enter the woods.
"Sister Nangong, why is it shameless? Are they doing something bad in there?" Bo Niu asked with a puzzled expression.
Nangong Manyin was momentarily speechless. She couldn't possibly explain the intricacies of the matter in front of this scumbag.
Nangong Chou revealed a knowing smile. "It's not something bad, it's something good."
"Good for what? I'm afraid another unlucky soul has perished."
Ji Mo muttered, believing the couple who entered the woods wouldn't survive.
"Someone died again?"
Nangong Chou abruptly turned and stared intently at Nangong Manyin. "You're a menace, elder sister. You've killed another pair of unfortunate lovers!"