Chapter 6: The saint saves the world, but the little octopus only saves its master

The sea tried to resist, but couldn’t break free and let out a screech.

Then it slumped down, defeated, as if it had given up all hope.

It died without making another sound!

In the astonished gaze of the trial applicants, a figure with silver hair and golden eyes slowly rose behind a girl, with two pairs of snow-white angelic wings unfurling gracefully from her back.

She held a golden Holy Sword, and countless brilliant feathers shimmered around her, radiating divine light.

She was an angel of the Saint Maiden.

“It’s… it’s the Saint Maiden!”

“We’re saved. We’ve won!”

The female leader also let out a long breath.

The Saint Maiden really died so easily, it’s unbelievable.

Maybe the faction’s communication system was broken.

After returning, she must commend the informant who reported this!

“But wasn’t the Saint Maiden only E-rank? In an instant, she wiped out the D-rank sea monsters with one strike!”

“I admit, Linghaoyun is strong. She leveled up from F-rank to D-rank so fast, it’s suspicious! But compared to Xiangxu and Liangquan, the Saint Maiden’s abilities are way above theirs!”

“As expected of the Saint Maiden. I see both the spirit of the vast sea and the river Wangshui in her!”

“Spirit? Did I just see Wangshui too?”

“Wait? Isn’t Wangshui supposed to be on top of the sea?”

The female leader’s expression darkened.

Watching her teammates relax and almost start celebrating, she couldn’t help but sigh.

Still, she didn’t stop them.

War is a battlefield of life and death. If you can survive for even a moment, that’s a blessing.

The female leader gazed up at Ganqunyin in the sky and softly murmured,

“Ganqunyin, thank you.”

Ganqunyin glanced at her, then looked at the sea below.

Only a few pieces of broken wood floated on the water.

Ganqunyin’s golden eyes flickered for a moment.

With a wave of her hand, holy brilliance surged across the sea, condensing into a massive golden ship.

“Get on.”

She said, letting feathers fall onto the wounded trial applicants, healing their injuries.

The river shone with radiance and soothed their pain.

—

Meanwhile, where was Yechu?

Yechu urged his companions to keep fighting, his robes fluttering as the waves crashed over them, separating them from the rest of the sea.

If he showed himself now, he’d be in serious trouble.

Aren’t you the third rebel?

You’re so weak in battle, why are you still on the ship?!

And you’re not even one of our trial applicants!

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This is not the time to argue about that!

Even though Yechu could pretend to be one of the enforcers, his disguise had already been exposed.

This group of law enforcers had over four hundred members, all familiar with each other, making it impossible for him to blend in for long.

Yechu lost confidence.

But then…

Luoyao is coming!

There seemed to be a strange aura of lies about her.

Therefore, Yechu decided the best move was to leave a way out for himself.

—

Clear dawn shone through the air as the small Zhuyin struggled on the beach.

The silver threads of the sacred wire flickered in and out of sight, making soft rustling sounds that blended with the waves before being swallowed by the sea.

Songhao opened his eyes, dazed, staring at the real tree in front of him.

The sacred wire shifted, weaving into patterns of leaves and flowers.

Far away, Liuhe woke up and saw that they had all been washed onto a small island by the waves.

For a moment, there was some regret, but then he felt the gentle arms of his master holding him securely in danger, giving him peace of mind.

So he deactivated the formation.

And then…

he fainted.

—

The touch of the tentacle that reached him was gentle.

It made him feel safe.

It wriggled in the sand for ten minutes before finally picking itself up.

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Another tentacle soon emerged from the sand, followed by a third, then a fourth…

Eight tentacles in total straightened up.

The little Zhuyin slowly stood, looking around.

Master?

Where is Master?

How can such a big master disappear?

The actions of the little Zhuyin were so human-like that it attracted the attention of a Haiya high in the sky.

Perhaps out of curiosity about what the little Zhuyin was doing, the distant Haihong swooped lower, twisting its neck, then lowered its head to glare at it.

With its large body and fierce cries, it looked menacing as it glinted in the sunlight.

The little Zhuyin still remembered that before it lost consciousness, it saw Yechu pushing it toward the shore.

As the waves crashed, Yechu protected it, trying to reach the land.

Before he could reach the rocks, Songhao had already been washed ashore.

The little Zhuyin was so moved that tears welled up in its eyes, ready to roll down like pearls.

“Waaah! Master, my Master!”

Even in such a dangerous moment, he still held on and refused to let go.

The little Zhuyin became even more determined!

No matter how tragic or dangerous the world was, as long as it could live a peaceful life with its master, it was enough.

The little Zhuyin stretched out a tentacle, swept aside the sand at the base of a coconut tree, and slowly climbed up to hang there.

It looked around, searching.

Soon, it spotted a piece of torn clothing half-buried in the sand.

Unlike the purple shells scattered around, this one was stained with blood.

It was all too familiar.

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It immediately dived down and crawled quickly over.

Master, Songhao will save you!

With a rustle, a thin, sickly line appeared, stretching from the coconut trees along the beach to the spot where Yechu was hiding.

Li Li, holding Songhao tightly, extended two tentacles and wiped away the sand from his eyes.

He quickly turned to look at the person approaching.

Red eyes, curled hair, Jiaba… it’s Master!

Songhao carefully supported one of the cleaner tentacles and dragged the little Zhuyin out of the sand.

There was no response.

Most likely, it had washed ashore from the boundary, with its clothes torn and revealing pale skin.

The whirring sound of battle still echoed in the air.

The purple shell closed its eyes, relieved.

The little Zhuyin extended two more tentacles and climbed onto Yechu, sticking firmly to his clothes as it struggled to climb up.

Songhao poked Yechu’s belly.

All four tentacles pressed against his stomach, and the little Zhuyin quickly crawled up his back.

Its limbs twitched, and it bent into an odd shape.

How pitiful.

Liuhe lay in the sand, looking up at the familiar face.

He couldn’t help but think about how delicious he might be.

Of course, that was only if the person wasn’t his master, Tanghuan…

No!

A tentacle slapped itself on the forehead.

Songhao shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking such things.

His eyes rolled, and he noticed another tentacle poking Yechu’s cheek.

He then reached out and patted Yechu’s face.

Taking advantage of his master’s unconscious state, was it really okay to do that?

Songhao had mixed feelings.

But in the end, after seeing all the marks left by others on Yechu’s body, Songhao wrapped two tentacles around Yechu’s neck and clung tightly.

The cold touch of the tentacles soothed the burning pain, and Songhao could no longer care about anything else.

He hugged with several tentacles at once, trying to drag Yechu to safety.

The trembling of his abdomen told him he was about to collapse.

If he had a little more water, he would have been fine.

Two tentacles, burned and red, twitched.

The purple shell poked at its armpit, not noticing the blush on Yechu’s face, then withdrew and pressed against his chest.

It hurt.

There were a few coconuts nearby.

Maybe it was because the coconut shells were tough, but pressing them didn’t do anything.

If it was useful, it would have given them to Yechu right away.

Just then, a piercing bird cry echoed.

Songhao’s gaze locked on the little Zhuyin.

In the next moment, a massive sea gull, its wings gleaming with snow, swooped down toward the little white creature!

The wind roared!

In Songhao’s eyes, the Zhuyin was about to be torn apart.

But then, with a crisp “crack”…

The Haihong let out a shriek and was sent flying by a stone hurled by the little Zhuyin’s tentacle.

Another tentacle was spinning, having just stolen a shell.

How could you treat your family like this!