Chapter 1313 - 833: Thunder Holy Soldier!

Under Master Qing’s guidance, the Dragon Ship Flower Island, which was seven kilometers in diameter, compressed into a sphere with a diameter of 2.5 kilometers.

Next, the Saint of Flowing Fire witnessed Yang Qingqing’s heaven-reaching means.

Such a massive "ball" was actually easily stowed into the Jiangshan Map by Yang Qingqing.

In fact, Master Qing had other methods as well, such as using the Jade Gourd to absorb Dragon Ship Flower Island.

At 2.5 kilometers in diameter, it just happened to be within the Jade Gourd’s capacity.

By this point, the Cyan Sect crowd roaming the world really were acting with a bit of "we do whatever we want" flair.

Once the giant "flower ball" was taken into the Jiangshan Map, Yang Qingqing lightly tapped the scroll with a fingertip and painted a river within the map.

The Dragon Ship Flowers followed the river that cascaded down from the heavens, drifting toward the vast rivers.

Standing behind Master Qing, Du Yu watched the "animated scene" on the scroll and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Seeing Dragon Ship Flower Island settle firmly into the river and slowly unfold, Du Yu finally seemed to understand the meaning of the two characters "River Beach."

Accompanied by Master Qing, Du Yu brought the Saint of Flowing Fire back into the Jiangshan Realm, landing on the small river islet that was Dragon Ship Flower Island.

Flowing Fire revealed his true form.

"Rrroo..." The fiery-red male lion let out a low throat sound, lowering his beastly head and gently nuzzling a huge Dragon Ship Flower.

"Thank you, Human Race." From the flowerbed, two small brocade balls stretched out to the master and disciple’s hands, speaking gratefully, "I really like it here."

"That’s good." Du Yu beamed, tugged the red Dragon Ship Flower up to his face, and took a deep sniff.

Tsk tsk~

It really smelled great!

Master Qing’s love for flowers and plants went far beyond that of normal people.

She would definitely be especially fond of this gift, right?

The Dragon Ship Flower chided, "You kid, you’re actually treating me as a gift."

Du Yu’s expression froze. "Ah... no, I..."

"Hehe." The Dragon Ship Flower’s laughter was gentle. "I’m just teasing you. A dragon ship is a flower to begin with."

Du Yu: "..."

How can a Demon Saint this powerful still be playing around with a kid?

The Dragon Ship Flower said, "Go, Flowing Fire, help them take those two Holy Soldiers."

"Rrroo." The magnificent lion answered softly, rubbed the giant flower ball with his nose tip, and then his figure quietly shattered apart.

The Flowing Fire Suanni really did break down into Demon Breath and surged toward Du Yu’s position.

But his formed Demon Soul stayed outside.

The handsome youth in a Da Hong Pao robe rested his palm on the petals, his eyes full of tenderness. "Wait for me to come back."

Du Yu finally understood that Lord Flowing Fire’s gentle side only ever appeared when he was facing the Dragon Ship Flower.

This lion + brocade ball pairing was actually ridiculously well-matched, huh?

"Shasha~" The Dragon Ship Flowers that carpeted the island swayed ceaselessly, emitting a pleasant rustling sound.

Until the Saint of Flowing Fire returned, Du Yu turned his head to look not far away. "Master Qing, let’s go..."

His voice grew smaller and smaller, because the woman was quietly watching him.

In those beautiful eyes there was a hint of reproach and also a bit of helplessness.

"Uh." Du Yu habitually scratched his head. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

Oh no—

Don’t tell me the Dragon Ship Flower told Master Qing about that "gift" thing?

"Let’s go." Wind coiled around Yang Qingqing’s feet, and her graceful figure slowly took to the air.

The light green long skirt hem danced with an elegant rhythm under the gusting wind and waves.

It matched perfectly with the swaying, poised Dragon Ship Flowers under her feet.

Mm... the sight made Du Yu want to pull out his phone again.

That’s what he thought, and that’s what he tried to do.

Only, Master Qing didn’t give this sneaky little disciple the chance.

As she turned to fly off, she even glanced back at Du Yu.

That movement was only meant to remind Du Yu to follow, yet the guilty Du Yu, up to mischief in secret, was naturally startled by it!

So Du Yu kept one hand in his pocket and flat out didn’t dare pull his phone out.

And in just that posture, he flew off with his head down, catching up to the Immortal Master’s figure.

That year, I had one hand in my pocket,

Shaking in my boots under someone’s gaze...

Master and disciple flew out of the Jiangshan Map one after the other and returned to the sea’s surface.

Jian, Nan, and Wei had been waiting for a long time, and they all called out in greeting, "Master Qing."

"Master Qing."

"Mm." Yang Qingqing gazed toward the distant islands. "Let’s go."

While the Cyan Sect crowd were advancing their ranks, Dragon Ship Island had already drifted into the archipelago, pointing out the way for everyone.

"Oh, right, Master Qing." Du Yu suddenly remembered something.

"Mm?"

"Master Qing saw the White Jade Dragon, didn’t you?" Du Yu pointed at the sky.

Yang Qingqing lifted her head to look, and her eyes turned into beautiful Peacock Eyes.

Through the Sea of Sorrow Eyes, she saw through the rolling gray mist and found the Cold Beast Demon Saint·White Jade Dragon floating there.

It was worth mentioning that within the gray mist, only the White Jade Dragon and Three Holy Han were present; Jing Chen was currently being ridden by Lin Shiwei.

For the past half month, Three Holy Han and White Jade Dragon had really been having a feast—Cold Qi that the Human Race avoided like the plague was top-quality tonic for the two of them.

"What is it?" Yang Qingqing asked.

Du Yu said, "Since we’re visiting Holy Soldiers this trip, let’s not have the White Jade Dragon show up. It could easily cause misunderstandings, and it’d be a pain to explain."

Previously, when they first found Dragon Ship Island, they’d been mistaken by the Saint of Flowing Fire and had taken a crazy bombardment from countless Fireballs!

Du Yu really didn’t want to go through that again.

Yang Qingqing: "I’ll put it into the Jade Gourd."

As expected of Master Qing—sharp as ice and snow, she got it instantly~

Du Yu nodded repeatedly. "I’ll trouble Master Qing with it."

"Call it down." Yang Qingqing spread her palm, and a delicate Jade Gourd quietly appeared. "And later? Are we just going to keep it in the Jade Gourd forever?"