Chapter 647: Forget-Love Ferry Empty Return Raft

Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao showed a serious face: "I am not joking with you, nor do I want to see you make a fool of yourself."

"Little Sun, you have taken care of my son for many years, and I am filled with endless gratitude to you."

"You sneaking into the Xiancheng this time has its own protection in the dark, as well as unexpected help."

"On the contrary, it is my side that is extremely dangerous! I only hate that the military strength is not enough, the more the better."

Sun Lingtong frowned: "Could it be that the Gray Bone Old Man will encounter a crisis of survival?"

Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao had a grave expression and nodded slowly.

Sun Lingtong's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think secretly: "To make Aunt value it so much, could it be that the enemies in the Water Burial Valley are more terrifying than those in the Wangchuan Xiancheng!"

"After all, this time, the Prefect of Wangchuan's century-long conspiracy is truly going to be destroyed, and the Gray Bone Old Man's role and contribution are absolutely huge."

"Aunt received the guidance of the Gray Bone Old Man during her lifetime, and the reason why we can have two cultivation armies is absolutely impossible without the Gray Bone Old Man's planning."

"If I were the Prefect of Wangchuan, once I knew the truth, I would definitely hate the Gray Bone Old Man to death and must get rid of him quickly!"

"Aunt is also for my own good, so she deliberately separated from me..."

"But how can I cross the Wangchuan River and enter the Xiancheng?"

Sun Lingtong looked at the wide river surface, feeling quite troubled.

Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao had already led the army and set off again. Before leaving, she reached out and grabbed, grabbing a group of aura from her body, condensing it into an aura group, glowing slightly.

"This is my aura, which can be used to cover you and help you break through the city gate."

Sun Lingtong took it with both hands, looking up at Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao, who was gradually accelerating on the chariot.

Sun Lingtong looked at the back of the chariot and shouted: "Aunt, how should I cross the river?"

Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao transmitted with spiritual sense: "Little Sun, it's not that I don't want to continue to guide you."

"But my state is special, no longer a living being, let alone a ghost or god. This awakening, and continuous calculation, has already attracted Qi Number fluctuations. If I guide you too much, it will not be beautiful, you just let nature take its course."

After the explanation, she led the paper army and rushed away with a bang, carrying a heavy and solemn fighting intent, rushing to another battlefield.

Sun Lingtong, a little boy, was left alone.

He looked at the vast and large river surface, and for a time he was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

If he had come here for the first time, perhaps he would have tried to use some magic spells, stealing techniques, etc., and then suffered some bitterness.

But he had already met Luo Si before, and this experience made him have many deep understandings and awe of the Wangchuan River.

Luo Si was at the Nascent Soul level, appointed as a general, commanding the army to attack the White Paper Xiancheng, and his strength was naturally outstanding. Even so, he only dared to sit on the river embankment, fishing by the river, and did not dare to easily wade into the water.

"Wait, no, no!"

Sun Lingtong suddenly moved in his heart, thinking of a key point: "There are many residents in the Wangchuan Xiancheng, it is impossible for everyone to be a great power, and it is impossible to cross the Wangchuan Long River by themselves."

"With so many people, they must have a stable channel to easily enter the Wangchuan Xiancheng. Perhaps a teleportation array or something."

Thinking of this joint, Sun Lingtong's spirit was lifted.

He immediately walked along the river to conduct an investigation.

Not long after, he crossed the vast river mist and saw a ferry from it.

"Sure enough, sure enough!" Sun Lingtong's spirit was lifted, secretly excited, and with caution, approached the ferry.

The ferry was quite simple, and there was already a group of cultivators waiting in the ferry.

Sun Lingtong was cautious and observed from afar first. He found that among these waiting living beings, there were not only soul cultivators but also various ghosts. Their cultivation bases were also uneven, the highest was at the Golden Core level, but there was only one, a small number of Foundation Establishment cultivators, and a little more were at the Qi Condensation stage. The most were actually mortals.

The caution in Sun Lingtong's heart was slightly let go.

He touched his face. At this time, he was naturally in the appearance of an Underworld ghost cultivator. After confirming that the disguise means were always in effect, he walked into the ferry formally as if nothing had happened.

His arrival did not attract attention, but as he strolled and looked around in the ferry, more and more gazes were cast.

This ferry was really quite simple, Sun Lingtong could see everything at a glance, without much gain.

His observing gaze finally fell on these cultivators, seeing them line up on their own, silent, couldn't help but secretly strange about their orderliness.

Sun Lingtong stood at the front of the team, deliberating words in his stomach, wanting to test the intelligence, but a ghost cultivator closest to him suddenly opened his mouth: "Little brother, do you want to join the Wangchuan Xiancheng?"

"Ah? Yes." Sun Lingtong nodded.

The ghost cultivator who spoke grinned, revealing an enthusiastic smile: "Then you line up in front of me."

Sun Lingtong was surprised.

Which knew that as soon as this ghost cultivator finished speaking, other ghosts and soul cultivators opened their mouths one after another.

"Insert in front of me, insert in front of me!"

"Why insert in front of you? I am in front of you, little brother, come to me."

"Come come come, I will give you the position."

The waiting cultivators were quite enthusiastic and very modest.

Sun Lingtong was quick-witted by nature and immediately realized the strangeness and weirdness hidden under the excessive enthusiasm.

Seeing him hesitate, the ghosts and soul cultivators became even more noisy, scrambling to try to help Sun Lingtong. Some ghosts even glared with red eyes, revealing fierce looks, and then forcibly suppressed them.

Sun Lingtong decisively moved away from these people and walked to the end of the team.

After he lined up at the end of the team, these ghosts and soul cultivators shut their mouths one after another, some people snorted with dissatisfaction, and others turned their heads to glance at Sun Lingtong, the sinister gazes almost unable to be hidden.

"Little ghost, you are not stupid. Lining up at the end of the team is beneficial to you without any harm."

An old man suddenly opened his mouth. He was originally the last one, now he was the second to last.

Sun Lingtong cast his gaze, seeing that it was a human soul cultivator, so he tried to inquire: "Old man, what is the saying in this?"

The old man nodded: "They want to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, seizing every opportunity to accumulate merit."

"But really accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and their kind, naturally have a huge distinction."

"Just like me, I am really accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, doing good things with a good heart!"

The old man spoke without avoiding others, nor did he use spiritual sense transmission.

Hearing these words, many ghosts and soul cultivators exploded, turning around one after another, glaring angrily.

"Old man, don't talk nonsense!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to come and teach your ghost grandfather to do good deeds?"

"You look down on us? Hypocritical!"

The old man provoked public anger, but laughed, turned his head and smiled at Sun Lingtong: "Just watch carefully, little ghost."

After saying this, he turned his head, faced everyone, stared and scolded: "What are you shouting about?! You bunch of idiots, if you have the guts, come and hit me."

"Don't worry, I am very weak

"Rest assured, I am very weak, and my cultivation base is poor; I am only at the Qi Condensation Stage, no different from a mortal."

"You could kill this old man with a single punch. Come, come, come, smash your fists into my heart. I guarantee I'll drop dead immediately!"

Hearing these words from him, the crowd that had just been clamoring fell silent at once.

Sun Lingtong observed their expressions and immediately realized that these people had been severely intimidated.

The old man's "victory of the weak over the strong" also made Sun Lingtong understand at this moment: even before entering the Wangchuan Xiancheng, he was already subject to some kind of rule of the Xiancheng.

"Could it be that this Wangchuan Xiancheng values respecting the old and cherishing the young, and accumulating virtue and doing good?" he asked the old man.

The old man nodded: "The rules of Wangchuan Xiancheng are very strict; all soul cultivators, ghosts, and the like entering the city must undergo rigorous screening."

"The key content of the screening is whether one has sins, how many sins one has, whether one has virtue, and how much virtue one has."

"The fewer the sins and the more the virtue, naturally the easier it is to enter the Xiancheng and obtain the qualifications of a city resident."

"And at this Forget-Love Ferry, one must also strictly abide by the rules. If one shouts, cuts in line at will, etc., it is possible to annoy the Reflection of Yun Xiao and not be allowed to board the Empty-Return Raft."

The more Sun Lingtong heard, the more questions he had, and he couldn't help but ask: "Wait a moment, old sir. What is this Reflection of Yun Xiao? And what is the Empty-Return Raft? Is it a ferry boat?"

Hearing him ask this, the old man couldn't help but be startled: "Little ghost, you want to enter Wangchuan Xiancheng, yet you don't even know these two things?"

Sun Lingtong thought to himself that his "newcomer" status had already been seen through, so he decisively shook his head: "I don't know."

The old man sighed and said with heartfelt emotion: "Then you, little ghost, are lucky to have met me."

"Let me tell you."

"All the ferries and ferry boats on this Wangchuan River involve two predecessors and sages."

"They were a pair of Dao companions; the female cultivator was named Yue Yi, and the male cultivator was called Yun Xiao."

"The two were originally a perfect match, harmonious as a zither and flute, exploring the Great Dao together, their love as deep as the sea, and they vowed to seek eternal life together."

"Predecessor Yue Yi was as gentle as moonlight, her heart pure, and she often did good deeds. During a sudden disaster of the collapse of the Void Realm, in order to protect the living beings of one side, Predecessor Yue Yi sacrificed herself to the array, her fragrance vanished and her jade shattered, and her soul fell into the underworld."

"Predecessor Yun Xiao was heartbroken, his Dao heart nearly shattered. If there is no her on the road to eternal life, even with ten thousand years of lifespan, it is nothing but an eternal shackle of loneliness."

"Ignoring the dissuasion of his peers, he abandoned his Dao path and, with his own strength and solitary courage, forcibly opened the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Road, breaking straight into the depths of the underworld, breaking through several underworlds in succession."

"This journey was truly full of thousands of dangers and narrow escapes. He used his sword to slay the evil ghosts blocking his path, resisted the bone-eroding yin wind with his body, stepped across the underworld's absolute domains that were like mountains of knives and seas of fire, and ignored the strict iron laws of the ghost race. The only thing supporting him was the inextinguishable obsession in his heart—to find her and bring her back!"

"Finally, after experiencing all kinds of tribulations, following the familiar aura on his Dao companion's soul, he found this place, perhaps standing exactly where we are standing today."

"It is this bank of the Wangchuan River that has spanned eternity."

"The waves are sky-high, the fishy wind hits the face, and countless twisted souls and ghosts struggle, float, and wail in the turbid river water, emitting tragic cries that make one's soul want to split. Then, after being washed and cleansed by the Wangchuan, they erase their past memories, get rid of intense emotions, and are able to be liberated, relieved, and float to the surface."

"Predecessor Yun Xiao finally found Predecessor Yue Yi here. However, his surprise and anxiety could not elicit any reaction from Predecessor Yue Yi."

"Predecessor Yue Yi had been soaked for too long and had washed away too many emotions and memories. After seeing Predecessor Yun Xiao, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had made an effort to recall, but in the end, it was still in vain."

"Although Predecessor Yun Xiao found his Dao companion, it was a pity that this was the result. He tried to retrieve the emotions and memories that Predecessor Yue Yi had lost, but these were dispersed in the infinite and boundless Wangchuan river water. Even Predecessor Yun Xiao was powerless against this."

"He stood on the bank of the Wangchuan River with his numb Dao companion's soul and tried hard for a full seven days and seven nights. In the end, all his sacrifices, all his trekking, and all his persistence gradually turned into despair colder than the Wangchuan river water."

"In despair, he was extremely sorrowful and let out a long howl to the sky. In the howl, regardless of the consequences, he exerted all his strength and ability."

"His howl and the sound of the river waves mixed together, and all his cultivation and talent were deeply imprinted on the bank of the Wangchuan River, turning into a large number of ferries and ferry boats."

"Every ferry and ferry boat has the same shape; they are the Forget-Love Ferry and the Empty-Return Raft."

Sun Lingtong listened intently, murmuring in his mouth, chewing on these two names. Unlike before, he could already feel the countless emotions such as sorrow, despair, and sadness within them.

The old man continued: "Because Predecessor Yun Xiao is a sage of the righteous path, anyone who enters this Forget-Love Ferry must follow the rules."

"Performing poorly, such as fighting, arguing, or even shouting loudly, may result in being moved out of the Forget-Love Ferry. The worst thing is that if you have been expelled once, you will never be able to step into the Forget-Love Ferry again in your life."

"The space of the Empty-Return Raft is limited, and every time it ferries, it only selects the top ten who perform the best."

"The best performance here refers to the various performances in the Forget-Love Ferry."

"Only by riding the Empty-Return Raft can we reach Wangchuan Xiancheng."

Only then did Sun Lingtong thoroughly understand and realize the reason. He stared at the long line in front of him, thinking: "So they were taking the initiative to let me cut in line before, they were all framing me while showing off themselves!"

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He opened his mouth slightly, just about to continue asking for advice, when suddenly, a cloud of energy appeared, condensing into a cultivator in a white robe with wide sleeves, floating like an immortal, only showing his back to the crowd, while his front was gazing at the Wangchuan river surface, the leisurely past.

The Forget-Love Ferry immediately became silent.

The old man was even more so, widening his eyes and staring tightly at the back.

Sun Lingtong also stared, associating it with the previous introduction, and immediately guessed the truth: "Could this be the Reflection of Yun Xiao?"

He saw that the Reflection of Yun Xiao only appeared for a few breaths of time, and mist rose around it, as if a thick fog had arisen on the river surface.

In the vast river fog, a ferry boat gradually drifted over.

This ferry boat was also very simple and not very spacious.

Sun Lingtong couldn't help but think: "No wonder this old man just said that it only recruits the top ten cultivators."

The Reflection of Yun Xiao waved at the Empty-Return Raft, and the Empty-Return Raft accelerated and docked at the ferry.

The Reflection of Yun Xiao waved his sleeves.

The next moment, the old man who helped Sun Lingtong disappeared from where he was.

When he reappeared, he was already on the ferry boat, the first passenger of the Empty-Return Raft!