: Such a young Soul Saint

"Thump!!" He knelt on the ground.

The captain trembled as he looked at the seven spirit rings surrounding him. His vision went black, and he felt as if he were in a nightmare!

"My lord, I was just joking! Please spare my life!"

Those who had originally intended to join the attack also knelt down and begged for mercy.

Fang Yuan looked at the group of people trembling at his feet and gently hooked his finger.

The blue silver grass vines wrapped around their hearts, tightened slightly, and a cold, piercing pain instantly penetrated their limbs and bones.

Everyone's face turned pale, and their bodies convulsed, but because their mouths were also blocked by vines, they couldn't even let out a scream.

"Listen carefully." Fang Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "I don't care what kind of people you were before. From now on, I'm the one who calls the shots on this ship."

"Sail the boat carefully and do your job properly, and you will reach your destination alive."

"If you dare to play any tricks, the Blue Silver Grass hidden in your hearts will turn you into dried corpses first."

The eerie, parasitic sensation in their hearts was already enough to drive them to the brink of collapse, but hearing these words now, the captain was utterly terrified. He kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Yes, yes, yes! I understand! I understand everything! I'll obey your orders! I'll steer the ship carefully! I'll never dare to have the slightest disloyalty!"

The others nodded frantically, barely daring to breathe.

After the captain got up, the first thing he did was to personally lead Fang Yuan and respectfully escort him to the more comfortable and spacious cabin on the ship.

The cabin was exquisitely furnished, complete with soft couches, tables and chairs, a world of difference compared to the cramped and cramped servants' cabin before.

"My lord, please rest. I will be at your service at any time!"

Fang Yuan glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and walked straight into the cabin.

The captain felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly bowed and stepped back, gently closing the door behind him. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

When he returned to the old servants' cabin, his heart pounded again as he looked at the several shriveled and emaciated sailors' corpses on the ground, which had been drained of their life force.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gave a wink to the remaining crew members who were being held captive.

The group quickly lifted the dried corpse and silently approached the ship's side.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Several muffled splashes rang out in succession, barely audible under the cover of the sound of the waves in the dead of night.

The mummified corpses were instantly swallowed by the dark sea, leaving not a trace.

The captain wiped the cold sweat from his face, glanced back at the direction of Fang Yuan's VIP cabin, and his eyes were filled with utmost awe and fear.

A Soul Saint with seven Soul Rings, one of which is even a red 100,000-year Soul Ring!

This isn't some runaway young master; he's clearly an old monster pretending to be young.

The captain didn't believe that there really was such a young Soul Saint.

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The next day, as dawn broke and the sea breeze was calm, the fleet continued its journey along the predetermined route on the vast ocean.

The steward from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was on a routine inspection when he boarded the large ship where Fang Yuan was located.

He glanced casually at the busy sailors on deck, making sure the ship was steadily following the convoy, without falling behind or veering off course, then turned to the captain and casually asked a few questions about the current position, the sea conditions, and whether supplies were sufficient.

The captain bowed his head and spoke respectfully, reporting everything in detail.

The steward listened casually, not bothering to count how many sailors were on board, nor did he notice that a few were missing—in his eyes, these low-ranking crew members were nothing more than laborers who could be summoned and dismissed at will, not worth his time as the steward of the sect.

After asking about the situation, the steward turned and left, never noticing the changes on the ship from beginning to end.

The captain stood there until the steward's figure had completely disappeared before slowly straightening up and quietly placing his hand on his chest.

The wisp of blue silver grass vine inside his body was still wriggling slightly, like a cold little snake, gently coiling around his heart.

With each heartbeat, he could clearly feel the deadly pressure that could crush his heart at any moment.

This feeling of life and death hanging by a thread made him dare not have the slightest disloyal thought.

The rest of the journey was peaceful and smooth.

Occasionally, a few groups of reckless pirates would attempt to plunder the fleet, but before they could even get close, they were easily defeated by the disciples or crew members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Fierce sea beasts, startled by the fleet, would leap out of the sea to attack, but they would also be easily killed by the soul masters on board, not even causing the slightest disturbance.

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On the fleet's main ship, the cabins were elegant, and a gentle sea breeze was blowing.

In the cabin next to Ning Rongrong's sat a slender figure.

The man had a cold and calm demeanor, as if shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. His eyes were a deep green, and when he opened them, they exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

It was none other than Gu Rong, one of the two guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Knowing full well that the journey to Seagod Island was fraught with unknown dangers, Ning Fengzhi naturally couldn't just send these young disciples and ordinary stewards. So he secretly ordered Bone Douluo to guard them along the way to prevent any unforeseen events.

Ning Rongrong was standing next to Bone Douluo, carefully instructing him on the many taboos and precautions for going to Seagod Island.

She emphasized the guardian of the waters surrounding Poseidon Island—the Demon Soul Great White Shark.

Bone Douluo nodded slightly, listening intently.

However, both Ning Rongrong's memories and her current instructions have overlooked one crucial thing.

Or rather, that matter was insignificant to her memory, so she didn't recall it at all—those who went to Seagod Island were either turned away by the guardians of the Seagod and forced to return the way they came.

Once you truly set foot on Poseidon Island and pass the test, you will be bound by the rules of Poseidon for life and will never be able to leave.

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Finally, the fleet arrived near Poseidon Island.

But it stopped!

The stewards and captains were locked in a stalemate, and the crew members all looked grim, none of them willing to move forward an inch.

Their initial agreement was to only go to the outer edge of this dangerous sea area.

However, a disagreement has now arisen, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wanting to continue on its current path.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong stepped forward and said loudly, "Captains and sailors, as long as you continue forward and sail into the outer perimeter of Seagod Island, your original reward will be doubled. After the mission is accomplished, each of you will receive an additional large sum of money. If anyone is injured, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will provide full medical treatment, and the resettlement allowance will be doubled."

Despite the lure of a large sum of money, many people hesitated, but the thought of the terrifying Great White Shark still deterred them from agreeing.

Just then, a cold and indifferent aura suddenly rose from the main ship.

Everyone felt a chill in the air.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, slowly stepped out of the cabin, a flash of eerie green light appearing in his eyes.

Without further ado, his soul power surged and soared into the sky—"True Martial Soul Body!"

With a deafening roar, an enormous, pale white skeletal dragon appeared in the air. Its jagged bones and overwhelming aura caused the captains and sailors to kneel down with a thud, trembling all over.

This is... the aura of a Title Douluo!

"You still don't dare to leave?" Gu Rong's voice was indifferent.

The captains, no longer daring to hesitate, kowtowed repeatedly, trembling, "Let's go! We'll go! Right now! We'll do whatever you say!"

With a hefty reward and absolute military intimidation, no one dared to utter a single word of dissent. The fleet set sail again, heading straight for the outskirts of Poseidon Island.

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As soon as we entered this area of ​​the sea, the calm surface of the sea suddenly became turbulent.

Underwater, enormous white shadows rapidly approached at an astonishing speed.

"It's the Demon Soul Great White Shark! They're here!"

The sailors turned pale and grabbed their weapons to stand guard, but they didn't even have the courage to fight the king of the sea.

Gu Rong snorted coldly.

With a roar, the enormous bone dragon flipped over and plunged into the sea.

A flurry of white light flashed underwater as the Demon Soul Great White Shark charged forward with frenzied fury.

Bone Douluo was too lazy to waste words, and with a mighty swing of his huge bone dragon tail, which carried the power to shatter mountains and split seas, he suddenly swung it.

"Bang--!!"

The loud noise caused huge splashes of water to erupt on the sea surface. Several demonic great white sharks that were charging at the forefront were whipped away by their tails and crashed into the sea in the distance like kites with broken strings. Dizzy and disoriented, they dared not move forward again.

The remaining great white sharks were stunned by this terrifying power, circling and roaring in the water, but dared not attack the fleet rashly for the time being.