Facing this spirit beast, He Yiming dared not treat it with the slightest carelessness. Although it was currently only in the Innate Body state, not yet reaching the terrifying level of a Sacred Beast, even an Innate Body Unicorn White Horse possessed the strength to contend directly with experts at the Venerable level.

More importantly, during his previous engagement with the old man, he had held his own without being at a disadvantage. However, the current behavior of this white horse was vastly different from when he last saw it.

Its gaze was fixed upon Bai Lingba, revealing a flicker of fear. Its large eyes shifted restlessly, as if ready to bolt at any second.

He Yiming had witnessed its speed and knew that once it moved, he and his companions would never hope to catch it. Glancing back at Bai Lingba, He Yiming began to understand why the white horse displayed such an expression.

Bai Lingba had opened its mouth wide and actually swallowed the Black Iron whole. To an unknowing observer, this sight would certainly suggest they had encountered a legendary monster.

Although this white horse was not human, judging by its demeanor when interacting with the old man, its intelligence was undoubtedly on par with humans. It was likely severely frightened by Bai Lingba this time; otherwise, given its power, it wouldn't be acting so timidly.

Bao Zhu suddenly leaped up, kicking its four hooves wildly, and in a flash, arrived next to the white horse. He Yiming's heart lurched in alarm.

He had personally witnessed the white horse's might. Even without the single horn on its head, relying only on its strength, speed, and tough hide, a single angry kick could be enough for the little fellow to suffer greatly.

His internal true Qi instantly surged, yet He Yiming displayed not a trace of imposing aura, fearing that any leak of his presence might provoke the white horse's hostility. Given its speed, if it decided to harm Bao Zhu, he would be powerless to intervene in time.

However, something incredible unfolded before He Yiming. The White Pig approached the White Horse and, surprisingly, gently took the wriggling fish it held, carrying it directly over to Bai Lingba.

During this process, the Unicorn White Horse had countless opportunities to injure Bao Zhu, yet it merely watched the Pig move freely before it, showing no displeasure even as it carried the large fish away. Its large eyes followed Bao Zhu’s movements up and down, appearing rather affectionate.

Indeed, He Yiming could discern from its eyes that its feeling toward Bao Zhu was one of intimacy, akin to that between family members, appearing profoundly genuine. He Yiming frowned slightly, watching Bao Zhu return with the large fish, his mind filled with suspicion.

What exactly was this creature's background? Bai Lingba took the large fish, seemingly ignoring the existence of the Unicorn White Horse, and began grilling it as usual.

Soon, a rich aroma wafted through the air once more. Bao Zhu waited quietly beside Bai Lingba.

The moment he lifted the iron skewer from the grill, Bao Zhu eagerly took hold of the large fish. It stretched out its two front hooves, gestured briefly, and with a light pull, neatly divided the fish into two halves.

Then, it opened its own mouth and swallowed one half, while directly presenting the other half to the Unicorn White Horse. The White Horse turned its head, seemingly assessing something, before finally extending its tongue in a gentle curl, instantly sweeping up the half-portion of fish.

He Yiming, standing behind, widened his eyes, looking up at the sky, feeling that the world had gone utterly insane. Beside him, there was now a pig that could catch and eat fish, and now he witnessed a horse that ate fish… Although the horse’s appearance was peculiar, a fish-eating horse seemed inherently untrustworthy, no matter how one looked at it.

Bao Zhu grunted a few times, as if presenting a treasure. The Unicorn White Horse responded with a long whinny, emitting a sound of delight.

He Yiming watched the pig and the horse with suspicion. He had never imagined that these two types of animals could converse so happily.

Then, the White Horse turned, and with its unparalleled speed, plunged directly into the seabed. He Yiming was briefly stunned, unable to understand why the two had been conversing so smoothly only for the White Horse to depart so abruptly—and not back to its lair, but diving into the ocean depths.

However, He Yiming soon grasped what had transpired. “Splash…” The White Horse burst out of the sea surface once again.

This time, it held a large fish in its mouth, thick as a full arm. He Yiming’s gaze flickered over the large fish, and he was secretly astonished.

Having lived in the seabed for some time, he was no stranger to the local aquatic life. The large fish the White Horse had caught was the undisputed overlord of the nearby species; even He Yiming had been attacked by them before.

Though, for He Yiming’s cultivation level, such fish were merely courting death. But these overlord-class fish were exceptionally intelligent.

After one clash with He Yiming, they immediately recognized his power. From then on, these schools of fish kept as far away from He Yiming as possible.

Furthermore, they were incredibly fast; when swimming at full throttle in the water, even He Yiming felt they were beyond his immediate pursuit. But now, encountering the White Horse, these fish were simply unlucky.

Bao Zhu took the large fish and happily presented it to Bai Lingba. The White Horse did not linger but turned once more, disappearing back into the ocean.

Although the White Horse could only catch one fish at a time, its speed made up for it. Soon, a small mound of various fish, like small earthen piles, accumulated before Bai Lingba.

If it were anyone else, faced with so many fish needing to be grilled, they would have grown impatient long ago, or perhaps cut corners to finish quickly. But Bai Lingba was meticulous; his hands remained as steady as a great mountain, never showing the slightest tremor.

He Yiming gazed at this strange trio, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up inside him. He slowly lay down on the sand, already scorching hot from the sun, and gradually allowed his entire being to relax.

In this environment, He Yiming was certain no one could harm him. Since obtaining the miraculous encounter at the bottom of the lake, he had never experienced such comfortable repose.

Here, he needed to think of nothing; all that was required was complete relaxation, relaxation, and more relaxation. After an indeterminate amount of time, He Yiming awoke from his hazy state.

He opened his eyes, which were still somewhat blurred, and a long-lost sense of comfort washed over him. This comfort seemed to permeate into his very bones, drawing him once more into a state of complete immersion.

He opened his eyes, and what greeted him was the boundless night sky. Countless stars dotted the heavens, appearing exquisitely beautiful in that moment.

He Yiming quietly steeped himself in this feeling, suddenly sensing a subtle shift in the air around him. In his perception, the air no longer felt like air, but like water—that pervasive, ceaseless water found in the deepest parts of the ocean.

As if by instinct, He Yiming’s body began to move. He rose from the ground in a bizarre manner, twisting and turning, then began to walk forward, step by measured step.

His gait was exceptionally strange, resembling that of a drunken man whose very walk was beginning to sway. Yet, this swaying motion conveyed an abrupt sense that some strange power was contained within it, something that deterred others from approaching.

Slowly, He Yiming’s body twisted increasingly faster. His bones seemed to have vanished; his entire form moved like a boneless fish in the water, writhing in its unique posture.

Each twist generated a strange force, propelling He Yiming into the next movement. At this moment, He Yiming was entirely immersed in a realm exclusively his own.

While underwater, he had observed the swimming of certain boneless fish and gained profound insights from it. But for some reason, when trying to integrate this insight into his movement technique, he had encountered significant obstacles, unable to achieve smooth success.

But now, having cast aside all concerns, opening his heart, and momentarily setting aside the mountainous secrets weighing upon him, He Yiming had inexplicably grasped this most crucial step. Although his body twisted fiercely, every step he placed on the ground seemed imbued with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, perfectly merging with his original Cloud-Rain Soaring Technique.

Not far from him, Bai Lingba continued to grill the seemingly endless supply of fish. Unexpectedly, Bao Zhu and the White Horse both focused their gaze upon He Yiming, seemingly comprehending something from his movements.

However, the method He Yiming employed was rather peculiar, and it appeared from their eyes that this method might not perfectly suit their own paths. Finally, He Yiming’s ceaseless, weaving body stilled.

He stood quietly on the sand, eyes slightly closed, murmuring something under his breath. A look of gratified joy played across his face.

This success was an absolute unexpected boon. Though the strange fish's movement technique was not the Water Blossom, it was, after all, derived from water.

Mastering such a miraculous movement technique would be immensely beneficial for his future comprehension of the Water Blossom. He exhaled a long breath, turned to look at Bai Lingba and Bao Zhu, and finally settled his gaze upon the White Horse.

In He Yiming’s eyes, there was not a trace of hostility; his gentle gaze was like ripples on water, seemingly nurturing a powerful ability that needed no verbal communication. Yet, upon seeing this look, the Unicorn White Horse recoiled several steps.

It let out a low, long whinny, then instantly turned and bolted away like lightning. He Yiming reached out as if to call it back, but in the end, no sound escaped his lips.

He merely sighed, filled with regret and disappointment, as he watched the Unicorn White Horse vanish into the distance. Ps: Five chapters again today, please vote for monthly tickets.

Tomorrow is Wednesday; White Crane will take a slight rest with three chapters, and I guarantee five chapters the day after tomorrow, sigh…