A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

"what!"

Jiang Xuanli clutched his hand and screamed in agony.

The silver needle bounced back with little force, only slightly pricking the back of Jiang Xuanli's hand, but his hand quickly turned bluish-black, and soon spread to his arm.

Jiang Xuanli wailed in agony. He had coated the silver needles with deadly poison. He had originally intended to assassinate Sheng He, but now the poison had struck him instead.

If he does not take the antidote within three hours, he will surely die.

Jiang Xuanli tried his best to control his poisoned right hand, struggling to find the storage bag at his waist. But before he could find the antidote with his numb right hand, he was suddenly lifted into the air.

Sheng He grabbed Jiang Xuanli by the collar and led him all the way back to the beach.

It was getting late, and the helmsmen had all returned to the ship. The beach was deserted, with not a soul in sight.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"I'm not doing anything."

Sheng He played with the jade pendant, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Jiang Xuanli.

"Did you hear that?"

"What...what..."

"At sea, there is a woman who is demanding your life."

As Sheng He spoke softly, Jiang Xuanli's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly looked around, waving his hands wildly, his face filled with fear.

"You...what do you know?"

"Look, they're here."

Sheng He raised her chin towards the calm sea. A gentle breeze blew by, and Jiang Xuanli froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Sheng He raised an eyebrow, untied the red string from Jiang Xuanli's fingertips, and then slowly let go.

With a "thud," Jiang Xuanli fell heavily into the water.

It felt like something was constantly pulling him down from the bottom of the water. Jiang Xuanli felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare to think any further and kept thrashing about on the surface of the water.

He tried to use his spiritual power to get out of the water again and again, but Sheng He pushed him back into the water each time.

The toxin continued to spread, and soon he felt that his right hand was powerless, and he could only struggle with his injured left hand.

Sheng He looked at the small piece of red rope in her hand. This piece of red rope looked the same as the one around the neck of the demon. She gently squeezed it and instantly felt a chill rise from her back.

Sheng He turned around and saw the demon standing straight behind her.

"Ya-Jun! Ya-Jun, save me!"

When Jiang Xuanli saw the demon, his eyes lit up instantly, and he cried out for help to her as if he had found a lifeline.

But the ghost remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the red rope in Sheng He's hand, her gaze infatuated.

"Owner."

Sheng He made a fire spell, and the red rope fell to the ground and burst into flames.

The ghoul touched the red rope around her neck in a daze. The red rope around her neck broke into pieces and fell to the ground, turning into countless ashes.

"Ya Jun!"

Jiang Xuanli was tossed about in the sea, but he kept calling out, "Ya Jun... save... save me!"

The demon tilted her head, the black blood flowing from her face gradually disappeared, and the ghostly aura on her body gradually dissipated. In a short while, she turned into a fair-skinned little girl.

She glanced at Sheng He, then at Jiang Xuanli, her expression momentarily contorted with rage.

"It was you! You're the one who caused my tragic death!"

Ya Jun rushed forward and, under Jiang Xuanli's expectant gaze, dragged him roughly into the water.

Underwater, countless vines emerged from the seabed, like the vengeful spirits of those women who died unjustly, tightly binding Jiang Xuanli's legs and waist.

"No...no...I am...the head of the Jiang family...I...will not...die..."

Jiang Xuanli stared wide-eyed, his tone filled with resentment. He was slowly submerged by the seawater, with only his severed hand struggling helplessly on the surface of the water.

Soon, the sea returned to calm.

"Yajun, my Yajun."

As the red rope burned, the raw rice in the bowl gradually turned into ashes. Wang Tong hid on the boat, raised his head, and secretly glanced at the petite figure on the sea. He couldn't help but wipe away his tears.

He was a useless father. Knowing that his daughter had been kidnapped, he joined a sect of immortals, hoping to find his daughter and kill his enemies to avenge his wife.

Everyone says he's not very talented, but the sect leader took pity on him and took him in as an outer disciple.

He cultivated desperately, spending a full twenty years to barely reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Only then did he learn that his enemy was the young master of Wanbao Auction House.

Jiang Xuanli is wealthy and powerful, and he is always accompanied by guards when he goes out, so he can't kill him.

In order to find Ya Jun, he swallowed his hatred and followed Jiang Xuanli. But it was only then that he learned that his Ya Jun had been tortured and killed on the very night she was captured, and had been... turned into a demon, filled with resentment, and would never be able to be reborn.

I heard that there were dozens of girls in the same batch as her, but only Ya-jun's soul was trapped in that bowl of rice.

He tried countless methods, but none of them worked. He followed Jiang Xuanli day after day. He knew that Jiang Xuanli's lifespan had long since ended and that he was barely alive by relying on the spiritual herbs and pills he exchanged with various sects, as well as the blood of countless young girls.

He knew that those girls, like Ya Jun, were utterly innocent.

Wang Tong lowered his head and looked at his palms. Having followed Jiang Xuanli for decades, his heart had long since become numb.

He had long since become a villain like Jiang Xuanli.

"Aren't you going to come down and see her? Ya-jun, her soul is about to dissipate."

Sheng He raised his head and looked at Wang Tong, who was hiding on the boat.

Wang Tong covered his face. He was an accomplice of his enemy; how could he still have the face to see Ya Jun?

"father?"

Wang Tong froze.

"Father, are you here?"

Wang Tong suddenly stood up and tumbled and scrambled off the ship's side.

He fell onto the beach, supported by soft spiritual energy. Ya Jun still looked like she was sixteen years old.

She threw herself into his arms and looked up at him.

"Father, you've come. You've come to save me, haven't you?"

“I know you’ve always been by my side; I can feel it.”

Under the sunlight, Ya Jun's soul gradually dissipated in Wang Tong's arms. Wang Tong held his daughter and wept bitterly.

After a long while, Wang Tong finally came to his senses from his grief. He looked at Sheng He and said gratefully, "Miss Sheng, I am so grateful to you for saving Ya Jun this time. If there is anything I can do for you, please just tell me, and I will do anything for you!"

"No need."

Sheng He waved her hand. With Jiang Xuanli dead, the heavy weight that had been on her heart was finally lifted. She took out a communication talisman from her bosom and handed it to Wang Tong.

"This is a communication talisman. I still have matters to attend to on Dragon Island. If Zhao Yanran returns to the ship, just use the communication talisman to let me know."

"it is good!"

Wang Tong nodded.

Sheng He looked at the dense forest in the distance and flew towards the palace marked on the parchment without hesitation.

This trip to Long Island wasn't easy. She couldn't just kill Jiang Xuanli and then go back empty-handed, could she?

Shenghe flew westward, passing through a dense jungle, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

A magnificent palace stands against the mountain, its walls adorned with pearls and gemstones. The towering, imposing gates, made of pure gold and intricately carved with patterns, are flanked by two crystal statues of mermaids, making the palace appear incredibly luxurious.