The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

Pan Xiu hadn't expected that this little immortal saint would be so strong. By the time he sent out a signal to get helpers to stop him, the little immortal saint had already sailed the flower raft out of the forbidden realm and into the sea.

The little immortal was extremely arrogant. After breaking through the forbidden realm, he even flew to the stern of the flower raft and made faces at him to mock him.

Pan Xiu was furious. Losing face today was a small matter, but letting the little child into the sea would bring them all sorts of trouble.

Such a powerful and arrogant young immortal saint must come from a major sect or a powerful family, and he cannot afford to offend any of them.

The immortals have always been xenophobic. They were mortal enemies with the demons in the past, and after occupying the demons' territory, they also had tense relations with the demon race.

The Octopus Sea appears calm on the surface, but in reality, it is teeming with demonic forces.

The little immortal saint was going on an adventure alone; even ten lives wouldn't be enough for him.

When the news that Little Immortal Saint escaped from the coastal line reaches his relatives... they will definitely not let it go.

If things escalate to the point of no return... Pan Xiu bears the greatest responsibility!

Those above won't bother protecting him in order to quell the trouble; he'll be the one pushed out to take the blame.

We need to report this quickly. Before the other party comes looking for us, we need to expose the matter first so he can stand on the moral high ground and criticize the other party for being ill-mannered.

After a brainstorming session, Pan Xiu rushed to the main camp to explain the situation to the commander stationed along the coastline.

Linhai City borders the territory of evil cultivators to the south and the Eight-Clawed Sea to the east. The coastal defense line of the Eight-Clawed Sea is the responsibility of Immortal Ancestor Peng Shuai, appointed by the True God Sect.

After listening to the report, Peng Shuai sent messages to various families and sects, inquiring several times, but none of them claimed the little immortal saint.

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed amiss. For high-level cultivators, procreation was incredibly difficult, let alone for such a young Immortal Saint. Which family wouldn't protect them well? How could they allow such a young Immortal Saint to go out and train alone?

This matter should not be underestimated. Commander Peng quickly ordered Pan Xiu to draw a picture of the Little Immortal Saint and the magical treasure he rode, and send it back to Jiang Qi in Chongcheng.

Linhai City is separated from Chongcheng City by only one city; it takes only a few days to reach them by traveling swiftly along the official road.

Jiang Qi unrolled the scroll and saw the little fairy in the painting. A smile played on her lips: 'Interesting. The Shen Yao family is truly interesting.'

She barged into Jiang Ming's training room with the painting scroll in her hand. After he finished practicing a set of techniques, Jiang Qi unfolded the scroll and stepped forward: "My dear brother, look at the child in the painting, who does he resemble?"

Jiang Ming examined her carefully for a moment, his expression cold: "She looks like her father."

Jiang Qi smiled and asked, "Whose father does he resemble?"

Jiang Ming returned the painting to his sister, his tone still cold: "Shen Yao's father."

“I think so.” Jiang Qi guided him gently: “Guess why he’s pretending like that?”

“I heard a few days ago that a minor immortal saint broke through the border and entered the Octopus Sea.” Jiang Ming paused for a moment, then continued, “If the boy in the portrait is her father, they must be going to the Underworld Mountain Sect.”

Jiang Qi: "Oh? You knew they were going to the demon realm?"

Jiang Ming remained silent, his face cold and expressionless, as if it were none of his business.

Jiang Qi noticed her younger brother's expression and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why aren't you chasing after him this time?"

Jiang Ming: "I'm not going to chase them anymore."

Jiang Qi put away the painting and offered rare words of comfort to her younger brother: "You've almost lost your life, and you're already disheartened? This isn't like you. Never mind, don't be too sad. Focus on your cultivation. I'm leaving now."

She gave him a sweet treat, but just as she reached the door, she turned back and hurt him: "Feng Yu doesn't look like much, but I didn't expect him to be so strong. No wonder Shen Yao likes him."

"Little brother, are you really willing to accept this?"

Jiang Ming's expression finally changed. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You don't need to provoke me. I know what I want."

"Hmm, good to know." Jiang Qi turned and walked out of the room, her strong voice still reaching Jiang Ming's ears: "At your age, although I haven't become an Immortal Venerable, I am absolutely unmatched among Immortal Ancestors. Jiang Ming, you still need to become stronger!"

……

The sea breeze at Bazhuahai is humid and salty, and the sunlight casts shimmering waves on the azure sea.

The shimmering light rippled with the movement of the seawater, like twinkling starlight dancing on blue silk.

Beneath the calm sea surface, pairs of eyes were fixed on the flower rafts in the air.

As the flower rafts ventured deeper into the inland sea, the sun gradually hid behind the dark clouds.

The light grew dimmer, and the color of the sea grew darker as well.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed, and lightning flashed across the thick, dark clouds.

Lightning streaked across the sky one after another, a terrifying and continuous display.

The flower raft was forced to descend to a low altitude.

The howling of the sea wind grew louder and louder, and a torrential downpour began.

The downpour came suddenly, and Shen Yao and Feng Yu were already soaked when they ran into the greenhouse.

The rain was so heavy that even though the flower raft drained water smoothly, a shallow layer of rainwater still accumulated on the surface of the raft.

The warm air dried her hair and clothes, and Shen Yao couldn't help but sigh, "This is the heaviest rain I've seen in all the years I've been here."

"The wind and rain at sea are stronger than on land." Feng Yu smoothed her hair, checking for any drier spots, his fingers running through her hair, leaving a warm feeling.

Shen Yao squinted comfortably, nuzzling her head against his palm: "Have you ever seen the ocean before? Don't the Immortal Clan not have an ocean?"

Feng Yu's eyes sparkled with tenderness, and her gentle brows appeared exceptionally obedient: "I haven't seen it, but it's in a book."

Shen Yao muttered, "How many books have you actually read in these past seven hundred years?"

Feng Yu: "A lot, a lot, a lot."

Shen Yao asked curiously, "What aspects are they all about?"

Feng Yu replied, "It covers all aspects."

Suddenly remembering the animated books Feng Xuan had given him, his ears turned bright red. He hadn't dared to face it openly since his burns, and it had been a long time since he had...

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his heart: 'A pure heart is like still water... a calm and tranquil mind...'

His hand remained suspended in the air for a long time without moving. Shen Yao looked at him in confusion: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Yu abruptly withdrew her hand, looking as guilty as if she had been caught thief: "I wasn't thinking anything."

Shen Yao frowned slightly, scrutinized him for a moment, and said with certainty, "Something is very wrong with you."

The rain intensified, and the dark clouds seemed to press down lower and lower, making the sea no different from night.

An undercurrent surged from the seabed, creating giant waves on the surface. The waves rose higher and higher, brushing against the bottom of the raft before reluctantly falling back into the sea.

Huo Die came down from the second floor, stood at the window and observed for a while, then solemnly warned, "Be careful, there is a powerful energy approaching us."

Feng Yu pressed a mechanism on the wall, and a white, semi-transparent protective shield rose up on the flower raft, protecting it inside: "This protective shield can withstand three attacks from Venerable Cultivators."

No sooner had they finished speaking than the flower raft was pulled by a tremendous force and tilted to one side. They rushed out to see what was happening and found several huge eight-clawed demon tentacles wrapped around the protective shield of the flower raft, pulling it into the sea.

Feng Yu formed hand seals and used her spiritual power to stabilize the raft and resist the pull of the octopus demon.

“He’s a demon ancestor,” Huo Die said. “Let’s stall him for a while and negotiate.”