The man just looked on with a mixed gaze of astonishment and calm, impressed by Eadric Rong's skill.He immediately picked up a bamboo pole from the side of the boat and began to paddle with a steady rhythm, carrying Eadric Rong towards the mentioned island, while a gentle breeze swept across their faces.From a distance, the figure of Eadric Rong and the figure of the fisherman looked like gods walking on water, as their robes fluttered, and the loose sleeves undulated in the morning breeze.A moment later, they had arrived at the small island where the building stood majestically.The morning breeze blew gently, carrying the distinctive scent of wet soil and fresh willow leaves from around the lake. Faintly, there was the sound of rushing river water, making Eadric Rong wonder."Please wait while you enjoy your tea, Young Master. You can see for yourself, can't you? The river over there is flowing very fast. Traveling in these conditions is very dangerous!" said Fisherman Yang, his

Their bodies drifted back, but their eyes remained focused, filled with unwavering determination.However, in a very short period of time, no more than the blink of an eye, the two warring Kaishi again darted forward.They shortened the combat distance at a speed that was almost impossible for ordinary eyes to follow, swords and palms smashing into each other in a battle filled with fierce energy. The Thunder Sword and the Vajra Palm clashed once more, creating an extremely spectacular wave of power.The impact of their fight was even felt in the surrounding nature.What was once a calm and tranquil lake was now surging wildly.The calmly flowing waters of the Han Fenghe River suddenly stopped, then began to reverse direction upstream, as if following the dictates of the two battling Kaishi. So much true energy was at stake in this battle that it was able to deflect the flow of the river water.Behind the window of the room, from a small hole that was now getting bigger due to the pre

Eadric Rong was forced to spend the night on the small, remote island, taking refuge inside an old building that still exuded remnants of past splendor. Strangely, the boat that Fisherman Yang had used some time ago to transport him had now vanished without a trace, as if swallowed up by the mysterious fog enveloping the lake."Did the Fisherman deliberately lose the boat, so that I would be trapped on this deserted island?" he murmured in a worried tone, while gazing around with increased vigilance.Instantly, Eadric Rong's face turned pale, fear creeping into his mind.Previously, he thought he could at least use Fisherman Yang's boat to leave the island, but that hope was now dashed.As he stood pensively by the lake whose waves were relentlessly pounding the shore, his stomach suddenly rumbled, reminding him of an unavoidable reality—the hunger that was beginning to assail him."I'm hungry. Haven't eaten since morning. Might as well go to the kitchen and check if there are any lef

With quick but careful movements, Eadric Rong stirred the water in a makeshift pot he found in the modest kitchen. He stirred in the ginseng and strong medicine he had, while muttering quietly to himself."I know it's not suitable for treating internal injuries. But this is all I have. I hope it can help you two get through this critical night," Eadric Rong whispered hopefully.After the water that was fanned over the coals changed color, Eadric Rong let it get warm before spooning the potion one by one into the mouths of the two half-immortals."Thank goodness... there's an effect," Eadric Rong thought with some relief when he saw the changes on their faces.Their faces that had been as pale and cold as the moon on a frozen night now began to reveal a rosy hue, a sign that life was slowly infiltrating their bodies again.Eadric Rong couldn't close his eyes all night. He diligently guarded the two half-immortals from the dangerous fever. He gently placed a cloth soaked in cold water o

There, by the lake, Eadric Rong watched the two half-immortals—Fisherman Yang and Priest Qiu—fighting. Their movements were extremely fast. The scattered energy made the lake water turbulent; even some of the water seemed to be splashed into the air.However, this time around, there was something different.The two fought with a look of excitement on their faces, almost like a pair of old friends reveling in a battle of skill.Occasionally, they could be heard correcting each other when one of them was crushed by a sword strike or a palm strike full of internal force."Poor fisherman! Your palm art still has many flaws! I wouldn't be surprised if you ran away like a jungle cat, chased by the novice practitioners of the Blue Sky," taunted Priest Qiu in a mocking tone.While his sword flashed in the air, forming a wall of luminous swords, its speed flowed like lightning that suddenly struck Fisherman Yang.Instead, with a seemingly casual gesture, Fisherman Yang deployed his palm.A pow