Chapter 607: Water Realm Shark Realm

The moment the wrestling occurred, Seeing Pei Ye had already failed. His sword-holding arm was pressed back, his elbow bent, and his chest and neck were exposed in front of his arm—under the golden-purple big robe was naturally a body that had already completed the spiritual mystery molding, and the huge muscle and bone power was like crushing.

Seeing Pei Ye's 【Sleeve Tiger】 had already gone silent. He ignited it only to drive the 【Flying Feather Immortal】 style just now. It was a wonderful attack sword that made immortals look sideways, but it could not be used to support defense and game.

And more importantly, the part of the meridian tree that grew above the seventh life was still very short, with new buds and tender branches, barely serving as firewood. Seeing Pei Ye had to be extremely cautious in using it, otherwise once he fell to the sixth life, it would be equivalent to returning to the middle three realms, which would be an unbearable weakening for the whole body.

Especially in such a battle.

The dark green pupils were already close at hand, and the cold look in them was easy to distinguish—there was no other consideration, he just wanted to kill the youth in front of him.

When the voice fell, the golden robe suddenly swayed in the air, and a powerful punch broke out from it, rushing straight to the youth's face. 【Jade Tiger】 broke free from the lock of Yu Sicheng's throat with a *clang*, sparks and blood bloomed at the same time, and the long sword crossed a 【Flute Cold】 in front of his body.

Fist and sword intersected, the hoarse feeling tried to climb onto the majestic and straight power, but it was torn apart in an instant. This punch crushed the sword and smashed it onto the youth's left shoulder. The sound of broken bones was crisp, and the bright red blood soaked half of his clothes in an instant.

This was the first punch. According to such terrifying destruction, destroying this body only required three punches.

"Fist" has always been the way of the strong. At this moment, Seeing Pei Ye felt this sentence very truly.

A person whose strength, speed, muscle and bone toughness, etc., are all far above you comes with a fist, just like a mountain pressing over. This is a pure confrontation between body and body. It is not like a sword pursuing a precise kill in an instant, because no matter where it hits, the trauma is definitely not just that small part.

The powerful fist power, the majestic vibration penetrated into the body, the severe pain of muscles, bones, flesh and blood being smashed in an instant... each one was enough to make the receiver's body paralyzed, and as long as there was a moment, the next punch would break your head.

Of course, for Seeing Pei Ye, this was not a moment of blank brain. He had long been extremely familiar with the body's reaction when injured. When a certain part of the body suffered heavy trauma, making other parts still calm and determined to execute instructions was the most basic quality he had when confronting those enemies.

The severe pain made him clench his teeth, but his eyes never left Yu Sicheng for a moment. He twisted his body and took the sword with his left shoulder, just for the shot of the right-handed sword style. At the moment of receiving the punch, 【Drifting Back Wind】 flowed out from the sword, connecting to this majestic fist power and fist wind. The youth's body suddenly drifted like a leaf, flying backward suddenly along an unpredictable trajectory, crossing the south wall of the residence.

However, Yu Sicheng had no concerns about chasing out of the residence at all. Seeing Pei Ye was still drifting in the air, and that distant big robe was already close at hand again in the blink of an eye. The process in between was as if it had been cut off.

A punch was raised again, and the dark green pupils locked onto the youth.

This pressure of life and death made Seeing Pei Ye's body boil again after a long time. He also looked directly at Yu Sicheng, his black eyes suddenly dyed gold, and his bloody lips spat out softly: "Stop."

Yu Sicheng's expression changed for the first time, and the movement on his body stagnated slightly. It was only a moment of dislocation, but Seeing Pei Ye did not take the opportunity to stay away again. He gritted his teeth, held the sword with both hands, the Chi Fire was vermilion like jade on the sword blade, and he gave a fierce hiss. Jade Tiger made a "clank" sound and slashed into the wound on his throat again!

Yu Sicheng swayed, and a trace of blood flowed from his lips, and while his body was unstable, the trance had ended. The youth in front of him was already a fist target sent to his face.

The fist whistle was like a fierce tiger, roaring to tear everything apart, but when it hit heavily, the feedback was not crushing, but a thick and tough jade quality, and the crisp cracking sound rang like a jade ring.

A clear roar of the Chi dragon rang out in the air, its jade-black body expanding. Jade scales and sharp claws manifested from the youth's embrace, and its massive body lay horizontally before him. Before the second punch from Yu Sicheng, who had arrived in a flash, could land, the divine and handsome Chi head lowered and bit down, swallowing the youth into its mouth, then arched its body and dove downward.

Yu Sicheng curled his fingers into claws and hooked his arm back, his five fingers embedding into the latter half of the Chi dragon's long body. As they crossed, the sound of jade scales shattering suddenly rang out like pearls falling to the ground. Fresh, bright blood splashed into the air. He gritted his teeth and let out a low shout, cold flames burning in his dark green eyes. His purple robes flared as he locked his arms around the Chi tail, seemingly intent on lifting this immortal beast back up.

However, there was nothing to step on in the air. The purple-robed man fell while clinging to the long Chi, but his landing spot was not the ground, but a vast icy pool.

Yu Sicheng's residence was adjacent to the South Pool, one of the eight pools of the Great Ming, as wide and deep as a small lake.

The thick, solid ice surface shattered with a boom upon impact. Ice fragments splashed up, cold water turned into waves, and the stirred-up snow dust flew like smoke. Yu Sicheng held the Chi tail firmly, his next punch already gripped within his sleeve... but the next moment, the dripping scales and blood in his hand suddenly became slightly illusory.

The two people and the one Chi plunged into the lake with a boom. Yu Sicheng gripped hard again, but his arms were empty.

Amidst the turbulent icy water, the youth and the black Chi vanished into thin air. Only thousands of water bubbles and ice shavings floated upward rapidly, like an inverted heavy snow.

The gold and purple robes drifted underwater, and Yu Sicheng's body slowly quieted down.

He leaped lightly back onto the shore. His precious robes were impervious to water, which flowed along the hem to his feet. He lowered his eyes to look at this huge ice hole; only large chunks of ice were still rocking on the water's surface.

The shark pearl powder swallowed when the battle began had truly taken effect; the mirage realm had accepted them.

Yu Sicheng raised his hand to touch the wound on his throat that was still gushing blood, and said coldly and indifferently, "Seeking your own death."

That set of gold and purple robes dispersed and vanished in the distorted light. The surrounding water suddenly became extremely quiet, as if they had crashed into a realm that had not been disturbed for a thousand years. For a time, there was only the disturbance brought by their own bodies.

The black Chi's figure did not pause, continuing to wind toward the depths. It did not distinguish direction, only swimming toward other directions at the fastest speed. There was no sound here, and the water was so clear that it had not the slightest impurity, but at the same time, there was no light. After about a quarter of an hour, the floating Chi fire probed the bottom of the pool first. The black Chi coiled down and opened its mouth toward the ground.

Seeing Pei Ye, leaning on his sword with one hand and supporting his left shoulder wound with the other, slid down from between the black Chi's teeth. The water rushing toward his face once again blocked his five senses.

The Chi fire dispersed, illuminating the surrounding four or five zhang of the environment. Seeing Pei Ye supported his injured arm and looked around. Although the bottom of the lake was still vast and deep, it was not completely empty. Where they landed was a huge high rock. Not far away, one could see many swaying water plants, some tiny schools of fish swimming among them, and scattered shrimp and snails clinging to the rocks... the feeling it gave was of a world where life had just been born.

Seeing Pei Ye leaned against the rock and sat down, slowly untying the clothes on his shoulder that were stuck together by blood. The terrifying wound was revealed.

The skin and flesh had burst open, tendons and bones were exposed, and half of his shoulder was deformed and protruding. The broken bones had lost their support, and the shoulder that should have been hard was now terrifyingly soft and collapsed.

He hissed coldly, raised his hand to grip his shoulder, and slowly aligned the broken bones inside.

"Whenever you truly exchange two blows, you always end up injured like this," the black Chi said. "Otherwise, the opponent wouldn't even be able to touch a strand of your hair."

"Yeah, the sword art I learned is just like that—ugh!" Seeing Pei Ye groaned, slowly catching his breath, his lips pale as he leaned against the rock. "The sword art I know could kill me a hundred times over."

"That's quite impressive," the black Chi said calmly.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at it: "Little cat."

"Hmm?"

"You have bad breath."

"Why didn't I just bite you to death earlier?"

Seeing Pei Ye chuckled twice, gritted his teeth, and pulled his shoulder back into place bit by bit. Then he closed his eyes and began to sort out the true Qi in his body, making it temporarily bridge and connect, suturing tendons, binding bones, and linking blood vessels... binding this shoulder back together again.

"Is this realm the same as the one you entered at Yangjiadu?" Seeing Pei Ye asked while regulating his breathing.

"The same. At that time, it felt bottomless in all directions, but now it seems we are indeed floating in water."

"The 'Luo Chuan Xun Du' calls it a 'mirage realm'... now it seems we indeed bet correctly. The spirit realm is born in water, and the South Pool adjacent to Yu Sicheng's residence is indeed an entrance," Seeing Pei Ye said slowly. "Then those shark pearl powders are indeed used for entering the realm... but the Moon Thorn incident happened more than twenty years ago, why do they still keep entering here?"

The black Chi did not speak, slowly looking around.

Entering here from the South Pool was not only a glimmer of survival forced by the battle situation, but also a choice made by the man and the Chi from the very beginning.

When he saw that note and book on Yu Sicheng's desk, the hazy and dark matters suddenly seemed to be exploded into brightness by fireworks. Seeing Pei Ye naturally had to grasp it at the first opportunity.

Especially after facing Yu Sicheng directly.

If he left today, how difficult would it be to seek entry again in the future? Moreover, having already alerted the enemy, if he retreated now, the clues and cracks that should have been there would also lose their timing.

So naturally, he could only push deeper with all his might; only by pushing deeper without stopping and faster could he catch a glimpse of the depth within.

As for... Seeing Pei Ye gently stroked his broken left shoulder... these were just some normal occurrences.

After tidying up the injury on his shoulder, Seeing Pei Ye raised his eyes to look around. Beyond the Chi fire was deep, profound darkness, and he could not distinguish any direction.

He stood up and tried to move his limbs. His body was the same as in normal water, and the water quality had nothing special. He did not see the slightest bit of the legendary magnificence of the "spirit realm."

It was in such an attempt that he was slightly stunned—his true Qi actually flowed out from his palm without restraint and poured into his sword.

The restriction on true Qi... had disappeared.

Then, the next moment, he felt the same: "Spirit Xuan... Little cat, there is Spirit Xuan here—"

But he cut off his voice halfway through, his eyebrows furrowed, and his expression slowly became serious.

There was indeed rich Spirit Xuan floating in the surrounding water, but it could not be used by the Chi fire source.

Unlike the Qilin restriction, there were no restrictions on this Spirit Xuan, nor would it isolate your perception. They floated here so freely and loosely; the reason you couldn't use them seemed to be only because... they didn't belong to you.

In other words, all the Spirit Xuan that could be perceived here already had a common, distant master.