The original repairer

Chapter 224 Seeking help

The Chaos Sea is dotted with numerous large islands, each with a dock for flying boats. In recent years, influenced by the Dayu Continent, numerous human cultivators have flocked to the Chaos Sea in search of treasure.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed down onto the ocean, sending shimmering golden rays dancing across the waves. The sand, soft and fine, took on a captivating golden hue under the sunlight, blending with the azure waters to create a breathtaking spectacle.

Despite such beautiful island scenery, the female cultivators had no intention of appreciating it. Their delicate faces were filled with sorrow, and their clothes fluttered in the wind, just like the chaos in their hearts.

"Sister, what should we do?" Xu Qianying looked at Liang Ruyan with a worried look on her face.

Liang Ruyan held Xu Qianying's hand and said calmly, "Our cultivation is really low, and the fortune teller also said that with the strength of the three of us, we can't save my husband."

"Sisters, why don't we go back to the sect and ask for help from the third elder or the sect master. Given the relationship between Shi Chen and the sect master and the elders, they won't sit idly by." Huang Ziying suggested.

Liang Ruyan frowned, and after a moment's contemplation, she said, "It's a long journey back to the sect to seek help. I wonder how long it will take to go back and forth."

Xu Qianying bit her lip, her eyes filled with anxiety. "Sister, what should we do? We can't just sit there and wait."

"Ziying, what did the fortune teller say when she was telling your fortune?" Liang Ruyan frowned slightly and asked curiously, her eyes fixed on Ziying.

Huang Ziying recalled, "She said she came looking for someone, but she wasn't here for her. A few months later, in the Chaos Sea, my husband will face a disaster and will need the help of a combined cultivator."

"She is so pitiful. Her cultivation has been wasted, the bones of her limbs are broken, and she has to overdraw her lifespan every day to tell fortunes." As she spoke, Xu Qianying's eyes became moist.

"She is waiting for someone to appear. This is the belief that supports her to live." Liang Ruyan sighed softly, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Her black hair has turned gray, and the skin on her hands has begun to wrinkle. If this continues, she will die in a year or two at most. We have to think of a way to rescue her and stop her from fortune-telling." Huang Ziying looked anxious, her face full of worry.

"Li Tianfeng imprisoned her in Tianyan Tower. He must have other purposes. I wonder if it has anything to do with my husband. If it does, I hope my husband won't come here." Liang Ruyan pursed her lips, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Then should we still try to save her?" Xu Qianying asked with her eyes wide open, confused.

The three of them fell into silence. Liang Ruyan looked at the pity and sadness on their faces, biting their lips lightly, and seeing their pitiful appearance, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

"There are two ways to save her now. First, we go back to the sect as soon as possible to ask the sect master or the third elder to come and rescue her. But this method is time-consuming and laborious, and we may not be able to invite anyone." Liang Ruyan said solemnly.

"What about the second method?" Huang Ziying asked anxiously, her tone full of anticipation.

"The second way is to find my husband. He may have a way to rescue Xu Qing. But I don't want us to choose the second option. Judging from my husband's progress in cultivation, he may be in the early stage of transformation, which is a huge gap from Li Tianfeng's fusion level. We can't let my husband fall into danger. So, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate." Liang Ruyan said with a firm look in her eyes and a hardened heart.

"Let's go back to Qingxuan Sect now and ask someone to rescue her." Xu Qianying said with clenched fists.

"We will act separately. You and Huang Ziying will go back to Qingxuan Sect to ask for help, and I will go to Qiandu Pond to see if my husband has been there. If you meet my husband, you must explain everything clearly to him so that he won't be impulsive and reckless. Then go back to the sect together to ask the sect master or the elders to come, and then go to rescue people." Liang Ruyan glanced at the two of them and said solemnly.

Upon entering Youhai Fairy City, one is greeted by a scene of prosperity and splendor. This largest seaside fairy city on the Yuanling Continent shines like a dazzling pearl on the vast, turbulent seashore.

Among the bustling crowd, there are disciples of famous families in gorgeous robes, knights with swords on their shoulders, and vendors and tourists from all over the world. Their voices of conversation, laughter, and bargaining are intertwined.

Shi Chen walked into the largest restaurant in Xiancheng. The lobby was bustling with noise and guests were packed, some talking loudly, others whispering.

The waiter took him to an empty seat. There was already food and wine on the table, and only one monk was sitting there, drinking by himself.

He was wearing a simple grey linen shirt, the texture of the coarse cloth was clearly visible, his face was resolute, his lines were clear, his figure was tall but slightly thin, and he exuded a quiet and restrained aura.

Mid-stage Spiritualization! Shi Chen saw this person's true cultivation level at a glance, but he hid his level, revealing only the perfect foundation. With a smile on his face, he walked over.

"Fellow Daoist, there are no empty seats in the lobby at the moment. Can we share a table? I will pay for the food and drinks." Shi Chen said.

"It is my honor to sit at the same table with you, senior. Please take a seat." The monk in hemp clothes quickly stood up and bowed.

Shi Chen nodded slightly, then sat down and said with a smile: "No need to be so polite, meeting is fate."

The monk in hemp clothes also smiled gently, poured a glass of wine for Shi Chen, and said, "Senior, this is the signature wine of this restaurant, please try it."

Shi Chen picked up the wine glass and took a sip, praising it, "Mm, it's indeed mellow. Waiter, please bring three of the most famous dishes in the restaurant, and a pot of their signature spirit wine."

"Sir, please wait a moment. The food and wine will be served soon." The young man nodded and bowed, then trotted to the back hall.

"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to do as you please." Shi Chen said to the monk in hemp clothes, and then listened attentively to the conversation of the monks in the hall.

Seeing that Shi Chen didn't pay attention to him, the monk in hemp clothes frowned and observed him carefully.

This cultivator had reached the Perfect Nascent Soul stage. He wore a blue shirt and a grey robe, his hair tied in a simple bun, and was dressed in plain clothes. He looked stern yet gentle. From the moment he sat down, he began to listen attentively to the various conversations in the hall, clearly seeking some information.

After a while, the food and wine were served, and Shi Chen turned his attention back to the table. He said, "Come, fellow Taoist, let's enjoy together."

The monk in hemp clothes nodded and picked up his chopsticks, but he didn't rush to eat the food. Instead, he said, "Senior, please!"

Shi Chen picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly, his mind focused on the lobby again.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Chen, with his brows furrowed more and more, picked up a glass of spiritual wine, put it to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp. His chopsticks were facing the dishes, but he did not pick them up. All his attention was focused on listening to the conversation between the monks in the hall.

The monk in sackcloth clothes stared at the dishes on the table, placed his left hand under the table, and calculated quickly. As time passed, the faces of the two people at the table became colder and colder.

The hemp-robed monk's left hand moved faster and faster, his breathing becoming more rapid. However, he finally stopped calculating, a look of helplessness and confusion on his face.

"Excuse me, senior, I see you listening attentively to the conversation between the monks in the hall. What information are you looking for?" the monk in hemp clothes asked softly.