Chapter 918: By Coincidence (II)
Though Wang Fu's hands were busy, his gaze remained clear. The cycling red vapor not only enhanced his cultivation but also seemed to make the bodies of his concubines even smoother and more delicate. He carefully moderated the spell to avoid harming them.
Suddenly, sensing something, he looked up. A pitch-black orb materialized before him, casting a dim glow. Shifting scenes appeared across its surface.
Wang Fu’s brows rose as he chuckled, "Yangyi Evening Bloom. Not bad, rare to see these days."
Despite realizing that the demonic creature held a Lesser Yang spirit item he needed, Wang Fu made no move. He quietly observed, studying the fish demon’s expression. It wasn’t fearful at all, on the contrary, it looked elated.
"It really does have some skill," muttered Wang Fu.
Wang Fu wanted to watch a while longer, but the foolish creature reverted to its original form, a dead-fish face slick with slime. Its eyes were as large as windows and occupied nearly his entire view.
"Damn you, stupid fish."
Wang Fu waved his hand, and a man descended from the sky, bowing in greeting. He was a guest cultivator of Changxiao Gate. Wang Fu, still stark naked, didn’t mind at all and casually said, "There’s a fish demon to the north. Go retrieve the item from it."
The man accepted the command and departed. Wang Fu continued to observe through the black orb. After a while, he let out an angry laugh and cursed, "Useless!"
That man was blindly heading north, not only failing to catch up to the fish demon, but even trailing behind the cultivator chasing it. He was floundering across the sea like a brainless hog.
Unable to contain his frustration, Wang Fu scooped up a concubine, stepped onto the waves, and soared away with the wind.
The other cultivators from Changxiao Gate hadn’t even reacted before Wang Fu vanished. The remaining few, seeing an opportunity, hurried to the boat to gawk at the concubines, whispering to each other with clicks of admiration.