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"Oh? The strongest warrior, huh?" The voice came again, no longer as authoritative and solemn as when it had questioned them earlier.

Hearing this, Qiong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, she wouldn't get beaten up again. This wasn't just a matter of whether she could withstand it; it was as foolish as yelling "My head is here!" while feeding the enemy her own head—terribly stupid.

Suddenly, Joan noticed that the bloodstains on his body were once again shrouded in blue mist. He instantly tensed up and entered a fighting state.

"Don't be nervous. You were injured by my spiritual power. Let it heal you." The gentle female voice rang out again, and layers of fluorescence appeared in the ocean. They converged towards Qiong and gently enveloped his body. With just a gentle touch, all the wounds on Qiong's body completely disappeared.

Just as Joan and his men were astonished by this miracle, a radiant light suddenly shone down from above the sea. The light, though dazzling, was not harmful to the eyes and was filled with a holy aura.

After the light faded, Joan saw a figure slowly emerge not far in front of them.

Years later, Qiong still recalls that scene. Back then, a mermaid, radiant with light and gentleness, opened his tightly closed heart, letting in a ray of setting sun. From that moment on, his heart belonged to one person, filled with both joy and pain.

The mermaid's pale golden hair swayed up and down as she swam, and the figures of Qiong and her companions were clearly reflected in her pale blue eyes. Her fish tail shimmered with a soft light, and a pale blue halo surrounded her, adding to her mysterious and noble aura.

"What is the purpose of your visit?" The ethereal voice reached the ears of each of the strange beasts, bringing them back to their senses.

Qiong immediately knelt on one knee, placed her hand on her left atrium, and said loyally, "Respected Lord-level Beast Guixu Lingjiao, I am a warrior of the White Shark Clan. Your palace is lacking in guards, and I am willing to lead my clan's warriors to be your guardians."

Feng Qingyue: "..." You know I'm a lord-level powerhouse. If there's something I can't defend against, are you all just eager to become cannon fodder?!

After Joan finished speaking, he cautiously looked up at the woman in front of him. Seeing her deep in thought, he felt nervous.

Nervous? What a novel feeling. As the strongest warrior of the White Shark lineage, he shouldn't be nervous. Why, then, is he nervous about her answer?

Before Joan could think it through, the woman nodded: "Okay." The answer was unexpectedly quick, and Joan's brain went blank for a moment, but he immediately recovered and, while letting out a sigh of relief, did not forget to direct his subordinates' actions.

And just like that, in a rather haphazard way, Feng Qingyue successfully acquired her own butler and bodyguard, and could officially begin to laze around. (The author doesn't allow lazing around.)

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The weather is sunny, so it's a good time to go out.

The weather is really nice today. The sun is shining brightly, the sky is cloudless, and the ocean is sparkling under the sunlight, a truly beautiful sight.

Feng Qingyue swam leisurely on the seabed, languid yet noble. All the marine creatures bowed down in worship upon seeing her, showing the utmost respect for a supreme being.

She walked and stopped frequently, and soon arrived at the edge of a precipice. Looking down, the precipice was unfathomably deep, like the gaping maw of an abyss, waiting to devour and crush anything that dared to enter.

Feng Qingyue has absolute control over water. She senses that the water here is extremely violent and turbulent, and it will mercilessly tear apart anyone who dares to intrude.

Perhaps due to her innate curiosity and exceptional strength, Feng Qingyue calmly transformed into human form and stood on a boulder at the edge of the cliff, contemplating how to get down.

The area beneath that cliff was terrifying. Because sunlight couldn't reach the depths, the area below was pitch black and lifeless, like a silent place created by the Grim Reaper, a place specifically for judging sins.

Strangely, it seems that none of the strange beasts pass directly over that cliff; they all detour around it, as if getting even a little bit of it would kill them.