Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 522: Chapter 340: To Surrender or Not to Surrender?_3

For a moment, all that met the eyes was the sheer whiteness of gauze and jade, the enchanting sweat and alluring sounds, the music of strings and flutes, the warmth of soft jade.

Beautiful ladies and fine wine, gradually leading to a wondrous realm!

Leng Sha and his companion abandoned themselves to debauchery, souls ready to intertwine, already lost among the beautiful bustling figures.

However, Zhao Sheng sat alone, quietly savoring the fine wine and dishes. Whenever a fairy tried to approach him, she was repelled by an invisible, fierce aura.

Zhao Sheng was no philanderer; in the presence of beauties, he remained unaffected.

But…this bunch of gaudily dressed women couldn’t possibly stir his mortal heart.

Zhao Sheng had cultivated the Heavenly Human Four Phase Divine Skill and had mastered spiritual smell, Divine Eyes, and other Five Senses Divine Abilities.

Despite being far away, the scent of makeup, body odor, and every facial flaw and wrinkle on the women of the Mortal World appeared vividly before him.

How could he bring himself to desire them!

The Liu-surnamed prison guard saw Zhao Sheng remain unswayed and signaled the ship owner with a glance.

The ship owner nodded knowingly and with a gentle clap of his hands, the fairies silently withdrew, and the music of the strings slowly faded.

“Eh, why has it stopped? Keep dancing, keep playing!” Leng Sha, befuddled from drink, noticed the quieting surroundings and loudly voiced his discontent.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Just then, a crisp ring of a bell suddenly emanated from the entrance; a faint mist began to rise within the boat.

Zhao Sheng abruptly straightened up, his eyes sparkling fiercely.

Suddenly,

A plaintive, wailing chant arose, and the mist swiftly thickened in rhythm with the voice, humidity sharply increasing, while cloud mist swirled about, making the atmosphere inside the boat seem like the Immortal Realm.

At this moment, ethereal and graceful silhouettes danced in the mist, appearing and disappearing around Zhao Sheng and his party.

The chanting became increasingly ethereal and crystalline, the silhouettes increasingly otherworldly, bright as fairies. However, Leng Sha’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, myriad desires boiling uncontrollably within him.

Unbeknownst to them, the Flying Immortal Boat had quietly reached deep into Yueshen Lake, the area now shrouded by thick mist.

A serpentine shadow twisted and turned within the mist, and a massive head, big as a house, slowly emerged from beneath the water. The Dragon Serpent Lake Deity looked very pleased as it eyed the Flying Immortal Boat, its gaze filled with greed.

Meanwhile, beneath the boat, a vast shadow gradually neared the lake surface, a strong smell of fish permeating the dense fog.

Splash, splash!

Two waves suddenly broke the surface of the lake, followed by a huge tiger made of lake water stepping onto the lake, appearing next to the Dragon Serpent Lake Deity.

At that moment, a three-fathom-long, blue-black back flashed through the nearby water.

Just then, inside the boat, Zhao Sheng suddenly stood up from the couch, his gaze fixated outside, a thin layer of red flame suddenly rising from his skin.

Zhao Sheng suddenly said coldly, “Since the three of you have arrived! Why not show yourselves? I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

No sooner had he spoken than a deep, thunderous roar came from outside the cabin: “Heh heh! Boy, you’ve entered my Divine Domain, better surrender without a fight. Otherwise, you’ll suffer greatly!”

“Oh, may I know which divine being this is? I believe I’ve offended no deity,” Zhao Sheng thought to himself, while replying indifferently, his hands now holding several brightly shining True Talismans.

At the same moment, a small golden sword flew out of his sleeve, its blade also lighting up with bright red Karmic Fire.

“My divine name, you will learn in time. Don’t foolishly think about delaying; this is the Divine Prison, and no one will hear you even if you scream. I give you three moments to decide, surrender or not?”

“Humph, a bunch of charlatans playing god, surrender be damned, rise…sword!”

The word ‘sword’ had barely left his lips when a hundred-yard sword rainbow burst into the sky!