Then, Shen Bing and Lu Zhe started communicating with simple phrases. In this situation, they managed to achieve communication. Both groups were so excited that they couldn't sleep.
After a while, Ning Shu noticed the flickering lights from Lu Zhe's side: "What are they doing?"
"Don't know," Lin Qianqian thought for a moment, "But it looks a bit like Morse code!"
"So awesome. Do you understand this?"
Lin Qianqian shook her head.
Ning Shu thought for a moment: "Although we don't understand, we can be sure that Lu Zhe and Sister Bing are communicating. We can also use our way!"
As she said that, she shook the flower lantern in her hand.
A lotus lantern floated out from the northern water, emitting a dim glow, slowly drifting towards the center of the ocean.
Lu Zhe saw it. Tang Xiaoguo saw it too!
"Look, a flower lantern!"
"Yeah!" Shen Bing nodded: "It looks like they are also actively responding!"
"I'm bored with nothing to do. I'll make a flower lantern too!"
"Okay, if you want to make one, then..." Shen Bing seemed to have thought of something as she spoke to this point: "You were washed back after jumping into the sea. Can your flower lantern drift into the sea?"
"That's weird. Why can Classmate Qianqian's lantern drift into the water while mine can't? Is this also a matter of luck?"
"Didn't Lu Zhe say there are converging warm and cold currents here? I guess it may be the result of different ocean currents!" Speaking of this, Shen Bing's eyes lit up:
"That's right, we can't release lotus lanterns, but you can make a Kongming lantern. It may help Lu Zhe determine the wind direction! Xiaoguo, can you make this?"
Tang Xiaoguo thought for a moment: "Resin for candle, bamboo sticks for support, plastic bags for canopy. No problem at all!"
...
Half an hour later, Lu Zhe saw the flower lantern start spinning and accelerate four to five hundred meters away from him before eventually sinking into the sea.
A Kongming lantern rose from the south but slowly drifted northeast.
Lu Zhe didn't continue sending Morse code, but fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong, Lu Zhe?"
"Did you notice the spot where the flower lantern was sucked in by the whirlpool?"
Jiang Yao nodded: "It seems to be a few hundred meters closer to us than before."
Lu Zhe nodded: "That's right!"
Jiang Yao said in horror: "Could it be following us?"
Lu Zhe thought for a while: "When I took Classmate Shen and Qianqian to the other side of the stone forest, although there were undercurrents, I didn't feel such strong suction. But when I took you there, the suction was very strong. What does this mean?"
Jiang Yao thought for a while: "It thinks we look good?"
Lu Zhe shook his head: "This means the whirlpool is indeed moving. But it's not that realistic to say it's following us... Or perhaps, that's not one whirlpool."
"There are several?"
Lu Zhe pondered and came up with his own hypothesis: "Possibly countless ones!"
"Ah? That's too exaggerated!"
"It's actually not scary or exaggerated at all. Many small whirlpools can easily form at the confluence of two ocean currents. They are very weak at the beginning, but as they move along the confluence line of the two currents, they will absorb more and more energy and become bigger and bigger until the whirlpool encounters a volcanic island and disappears. So, the whirlpool that threatened us before and the one that sucked in the flower lantern now are very likely not the same whirlpool!"
"No wonder there's no sandy beach there. They must have been washed away by the swirling currents."
"That's right."
Jiang Yao thought for a moment, then asked again: "Why is it moving towards us instead of the other direction?"
Lu Zhe looked at the Kongming lantern that was about to disappear into the night sky: "I guess like monsoons, it is affected by the Coriolis force of the Earth's rotation. The whirlpools in July move from southwest to northeast, while those in January move in the opposite direction, from northeast to southwest. Where exactly they will stop is unclear."
"Then...how useful is this knowledge to us?"
"Of course it's very useful. Knowing the movement pattern of the whirlpools, we can find safe intermittent points. Then we can make a raft and reunite with our companions on the volcanic island!"
At 11:30 pm, Shen Bing received the last string of characters from Lu Zhe: "waitforus!"
She understood that Lu Zhe must be trying to find a way to reunite with them. What they needed to do was survive well here and wait for Lu Zhe to come back.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."