Chapter 117: White Light Skiff

After a moment’s hesitation, the yellow-haired woman raised her hand and tossed over a copper mirror the size of a palm.

“Try injecting a bit of spiritual energy into it.”

Wang Yu caught the mirror in one hand, examined it, and saw its surface was smooth; a black jade stone was inlaid on the back. After he infused a trace of spiritual energy, the black jade trembled slightly, and two red light dots instantly appeared side by side on the mirror’s surface.

This is…

Wang Yu stared at this, lost in thought.

“You still have your inner disciple token, don’t you? You might as well take it out and show it.” The yellow-haired woman spoke calmly.

Wang Yu nodded, reached with one hand to his waist, and pulled out a crimson wooden token—but immediately his wrist jerked.

“Swoosh.”

The token shot away as a streak of red light, flying over ten zhang before its front half vanished entirely into the trunk of a large tree.

Wang Yu looked again at the copper mirror in his hand and saw that the two previously adjacent red dots had now separated slightly.

“So that’s it—Sister Ximen used this device to pinpoint my location and then transmitted her voice to instruct me to cooperate. There must be more than one of these devices—do you know who else in the sect has one?” Wang Yu smiled bitterly.

“Don’t worry, brother. The materials used in this Defining Mirror are extremely rare and extraordinarily difficult to forge; only a certified array master can craft one.”

“Besides me and my master, only one other array master in the Four Symbols Sect—Master Zhuang—possesses one. They were never designed solely to track inner disciples’ positions; they only react when an inner disciple enters within several hundred zhang. ” Sister Ximen explained reassuringly.

“Even so, if I recall correctly, your master is currently missing, presumed dead, and Master Zhuang has also perished. Could their Defining Mirrors have fallen into the hands of the demonic sects?” Wang Yu mused.

“My master’s is not a concern—he deliberately left his Defining Mirror at the sect before his last journey. As for Master Zhuang’s, I truly don’t know.” The yellow-haired woman paused, uncertain.

“Since you don’t know, then hand me your inner disciple token.” Wang Yu said without hesitation.

After a flicker of hesitation in her gaze, Sister Ximen actually reached into her robe and pulled out a black token, tossing it directly to him.

Wang Yu caught the token, glanced at it, then swung his arm.

The token was hurled with a gust of wind, flashed once, and slammed hard into the other token embedded in the tree.

“Crack.”

The two wooden tokens collided and shattered into bursts of red and black spiritual light.

“To be safe, sister and I should not carry them anymore. Once we reach Jingzhou, we’ll reapply for new ones at the sect.” Wang Yu said solemnly, then tossed the copper mirror back.

“Brother Wang is so cautious—no wonder you’ve survived this long. Have you encountered any demonic disciples trying to ambush you on the way? I’ve faced several waves of Black Soul Sect and Joy Palace disciples; the other two senior brothers got separated along the way.” Sister Ximen caught the Defining Mirror, her face showing no surprise, only curiosity.

“Fortunately, I only ran into one wave of Black Soul Sect disciples—but one of them was particularly troublesome. He could use a strange technique called ‘White Bone Demon Body’—after transforming, his body grew bony armor and spikes, and he could survive even if pierced through the vital organs.” Wang Yu replied after thinking.

“White Bone Demon Body! That name sounds very similar to the Black Soul Sect’s three core techniques: ‘True White Bone Demon Body.’ But the True White Bone Demon Body can only be cultivated by those at Foundation Establishment or higher. Could this demonic disciple be using a simplified version? Even so, he must have significant backing.” Sister Ximen fell into thought.

Wang Yu, however, paid it no mind—no matter who the opponent was, if he dared to hunt him, Wang Yu would not spare him.

At that moment, the object floating before Sister Ximen caught his attention, and he couldn’t help pointing at it.

“Sister Ximen, aren’t you going to retrieve that thing?”

Before the yellow-haired woman, the black-blue turtle-shell phantom still hovered, showing no sign of dissolving.

“This is a one-time defensive treasure bestowed upon me by my great-grandfather. It can block all second-rank artifacts and spells head-on, but once activated, it cannot be recalled.” The yellow-haired woman shook her head in reply.

“What? It can block all second-rank artifacts and spells? Who was your great-grandfather?” Wang Yu was startled, barely believing it.

“You’ll find out someday, brother. But shouldn’t we leave this place quickly? There are signs of battle here—if other demonic cultivators pass nearby, they may come after us again.” The yellow-haired woman did not answer his question but instead pointed to the fallen trees nearby, her expression grave.

“You’re right—we should leave. Sister, wait a moment.” Though still puzzled, Wang Yu nodded, his body darting twice to retrieve two storage bags from the mangled corpses, then plucking off the bone bow and the large quiver of bone arrows, stuffing them into the bags. He then released two fireballs, reducing the corpses to ash.

Seeing this, the yellow-haired woman smiled faintly, reached into her robe’s storage bag, pulled out an object, and tossed it before her. In a flash of white light, a delicate, pristine wooden skiff appeared, its sides carved with wing patterns.

“This White Light Skiff is inscribed with wind-dashing runes—its speed is extremely fast. I didn’t use it earlier because I had little spiritual energy left. Now that you’re here, we can take turns piloting it. As long as we don’t encounter a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator, few demonic disciples will catch up.” Sister Ximen gazed at the skiff with full confidence.

“With something this good, why wait? Sister, get on—I’ll activate it first.” Wang Yu beamed, leaping onto the skiff and standing at its bow.

The yellow-haired woman naturally followed him aboard.

Wang Yu formed a hand seal, and his spiritual energy immediately flowed from his feet into the skiff.

The next instant, eleven green spiritual runes glowed along the skiff’s surface, and gentle winds stirred around them.

“Swoosh!” The white skiff shot through the air, vanishing thirty to forty zhang away in an instant—its speed nearly five times that of Wang Yu’s mechanical iron boat.

Wang Yu rejoiced, set his course toward Jingzhou, and drove the skiff forward like a thundering wind.

Sister Ximen, the array apprentice, sat cross-legged behind him, meditating to restore her spiritual energy.

…

An hour later, the black-blue turtle-shell phantom still floated motionless in place, but suddenly, from another direction in the sky, the sound of rushing air approached.

A slender bone skiff emerged, arriving above the dense forest in an instant.

“Crash.”

From the slender bone skiff leapt a thin, black-robed man, his back bearing a massive bone fork.