Chapter 92: Impossible to Shake Off

Hearing this, Zhang He's eyes flickered, and he instinctively cast a questioning glance toward Han Meiyan.

Han Meiyan shook her head imperceptibly, then turned to Li Musheng, revealing a pure and elegant smile as she said softly:

"Young Master, rest assured. This humble woman will certainly do her utmost to lead you out of this water maze."

Saying this, she bowed slightly, then signaled Zhang He to propel the wooden boat forward into the deep, mist-shrouded cavern ahead.

Li Yuanling, who had witnessed this scene, felt nothing amiss and immediately used her martial arts true qi to propel her own wooden boat, following behind the boats of Han Meiyan and Zhang He.

At this moment, Li Musheng suddenly spoke up:

"Adopted sister, do you think that woman ahead is more beautiful, or are you?"

Li Yuanling's delicate brows furrowed tightly. After hesitating for a while, she looked at Li Musheng and said:

"Can't we both be equally beautiful?"

Hearing this, Li Musheng stroked his chin, his gaze fixed on the backs of Han Meiyan and Zhang He on the wooden boat ahead, his face showing a look of contemplation.

Although Han Meiyan's seduction technique was useless against him, judging by Li Yuanling's reaction, the fact that Li Yuanling, a true Princess of Great Li, could set aside a woman's competitive nature to praise a stranger's beauty suggested the other's seduction technique was far from simple.

Moreover, Li Musheng could naturally see that Han Meiyan's martial arts cultivation was not weak.

The fact that two demonic path cultivators had come to this Floating Boat City made it hard to say they had no other motives; perhaps they too were after the divine object that could enhance martial arts cultivation.

If so, letting them take the lead would save him considerable trouble.

Meanwhile, on the wooden boat ahead, Han Meiyan and Zhang He, while propelling their boat forward, communicated via true qi threads.

"Why does Holy Lady not continue to act?"

"This Eighth Imperial Prince is not simple. My 'Smoke Gaze and Seductive Walk' has no effect on him, and furthermore, there is something very wrong with this man."

With her back to the wooden boat where Li Musheng sat, Han Meiyan's expression suddenly became extremely solemn as she said:

"You must have noticed something. Although he appears to have no true qi fluctuations within his body and no martial arts true qi protecting him, the poisonous mist surrounding us has no effect on him whatsoever."

Zhang He showed a look of deep thought, then nodded:

"Perhaps he has swallowed a Poison-Avoiding Pill. However, remaining unmoved under Holy Lady's charm is truly puzzling."

"Additionally, there must be martial arts experts guarding them nearby, so we indeed cannot act rashly."

However, Han Meiyan shook her head, her eyes flickering uncertainly as she said:

"You do not understand. The Six Desires Sutra I cultivate has its own unique qualities, allowing me to perceive certain imperceptible dangers in the void and warn me."

"And just now, when facing his gaze, for a fleeting instant, an indescribable fear inexplicably arose in my heart."

Hearing this, Zhang He's face changed color, and he instinctively turned to look back at Li Musheng, but Han Meiyan stopped him, saying:

"Do not turn around. I now suspect that there may be no experts protecting them behind them at all; the true expert has always been this Eighth Imperial Prince himself."

Upon hearing this, a look of shock and doubt immediately appeared in Zhang He's eyes as he said:

"But he is merely an Imperial Prince who has been lost among the common people for twenty years, and he is so young. Could he truly possess such powerful martial arts cultivation?"

Han Meiyan said nothing, only shaking her head solemnly:

"Even if there is only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, we cannot be careless."

Immediately, she solemnly instructed:

"Wait for an opportunity to slip out of their line of sight. Our goal here is the Fire Qilin's blood, and we absolutely cannot have such an unknown expert trailing us."

At this moment, Han Meiyan had already begun to regret taking the initiative to attack Li Musheng earlier.

Although she had previously guessed that experts were protecting him, relying on her confidence in "Smoke Gaze and Seductive Walk," she believed that even under the nose of that expert, capturing this Eighth Imperial Prince would be no problem.

But what she did not expect was that the true expert was very likely Li Musheng himself, which was undoubtedly kicking a iron plate, making her dare not attempt to turn this Eighth Imperial Prince of Great Li again.

Hearing this, Zhang He's expression shifted uncertainly, then he nodded heavily.

Han Meiyan was clearly not speaking without cause; a chill inexplicably rose on his back as well.

Next, Han Meiyan and the other person propelled their wooden boat forward silently through the mist.

The underground cavern ahead branched in all directions, with waterways crisscrossing each other; the deeper they went, the more chaotic the feeling of being in a maze became.

Han Meiyan and Zhang He constantly distinguished the various cave waterways appearing before them, searching for the path to the destination.

Suddenly, Han Meiyan's expression shifted, and she transmitted a message to Zhang He:

"Ahead is an opportunity. In a moment, increase speed and take the waterway to the front-left, taking the chance to slip out of their line of sight."

At this moment, the waterway ahead of the cavern suddenly narrowed, and there happened to be a bend; if they suddenly accelerated, they could shake off Li Musheng and the other in the blind spot of vision.

Zhang He nodded without showing any emotion.

Once their wooden boat passed the bend and briefly disappeared from Li Yuanling's field of view, both she and Han Meiyan simultaneously released their martial arts true qi, propelling their boats to cut through the water at astonishing speed, suddenly vanishing into the mist at the fork ahead.

At the same time, Han Meiyan turned and struck with both palms; one palm stirred up a gale, blowing ripples on the water surface of another cavern passage, while the other palm smoothed out the traces on the water surface behind them.

Not long after, Li Yuanling propelled her wooden boat to the bend.

She looked blankly at the mist ahead, but Han Meiyan and the other's wooden boat were already gone.

However, her mind worked, and she immediately thought of a solution, quickly lowering her head to observe the traces on the water surface.

Just as her eyes lit up and she prepared to steer the boat toward a certain cavern waterway, Li Musheng reached out and gently patted her head, pointing to another direction and saying:

"Go this way."

Li Yuanling was slightly stunned and was about to speak in protest, but Li Musheng glanced at her and said:

"My martial arts cultivation is over ten stories high; do you still not trust me?"

Hearing this, Li Yuanling's mouth moved, but in the end, she said nothing more, only pouting as she continued forward according to Li Musheng's instructions.

"How did they catch up?"

Soon, Zhang He, who had originally thought he had shaken off Li Musheng and the other, noticed the wooden boat gradually following behind and his face immediately showed alarm.

Han Meiyan glanced imperceptibly behind her, saw Li Musheng merely sitting with his eyes closed in meditation, hesitated for a moment, and transmitted a message:

"Continue trying to shake them off; under no circumstances can we let them keep following."

Hearing this, Zhang He nodded.

For the rest of the journey, whenever they found an opportunity, both of them would unleash their full strength, trying to shake off Li Musheng and the other two following behind.

Yet, every time they thought they would succeed, the other party would always catch up at a leisurely pace, like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off no matter how hard they tried!

(End of this chapter)