Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 603 Pengyu Storm, Stunning Teammate (7K is 1600 monthly ticket plus more!)
"How did you refine the Foundation Establishment Pill for the first time?"

Chen Ping said in a hoarse voice.

"The ninth level of Qi training, the alchemy furnace of the low-grade spiritual weapon, except for the main material, is all ordinary-year spiritual grass. I was lucky to produce four foundation-building pills, and two of the second pattern."

Pu Jingchuan picked a few key words and said briefly, then said: "Master Han is good at puppets, so it's better to focus on one. Alchemy is really not suitable for you."

In a trance, Chen Ping seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago.

When he was in Qianfazong, an alchemist in the foundation stage once said similar words to him.

It's just that the man was more straightforward, and advised him not to waste the high-quality spiritual materials in the Zongmen's medicine garden.

"Based on your estimate, how many years will it take for me, uncle, to refine the fifth-grade cultivation pill with ease?"

Chen Ping said quietly.

"This one……"

Slightly startled, Pu Jingchuan had a sympathetic look in his eyes, but he said resolutely: "Under the condition that there are enough training materials, the uncle must first have the longevity of the transformation god level."

"You mean that rotten wood is hard to carve?"

Chen Ping's face suddenly sank.

Even if he breaks through to transforming gods successfully, what's the use of refining the fifth-grade elixir by himself after reaching that level.

"Compared to spiritual root qualifications, my uncle's alchemy talent is roughly between the low-grade and middle-grade."

Pu Jingchuan no longer beat around the bush, so as not to be wasted a lot of time by him.

"It's not like there are no seniors with low-grade spiritual roots."

Chen Ping squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

Seeing his uncle's changing expression, his strange expression of gloom and smile, Pu Jingchuan's heart trembled for no reason.

After thinking about it, he didn't take back the evaluation he just made.

The titled Dansheng's status is slightly lower than that of Yuanying's early stage.

He wasn't afraid that his uncle would vent his anger.

"Teach me for a while longer."

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping said.

Gao Daowen pill is his lifeblood.

First use the title of Dansheng to lay a solid foundation, and then enter Jinzhuli to gain insights in the future.

Try it without breaking the boat, he will never be willing to back down.

……

Pu Jingchuan is one of the imperial alchemists of the Zongmen Yuanying monks, he is busy and precious on weekdays.

After staying in Chen Pingdong Mansion for a whole year, Liu Yuze sent a sound transmission paper crane in person, asking Pu Jingchuan to start a furnace to make alchemy.

The implication is that Junior Brother Han can no longer occupy Alchemy by himself.

"Martial nephew Pu's kindness in teaching me, my uncle, I will keep it in my heart."

When bidding farewell to Pill Sage, Chen Ping said with a smile: "If you have any wish, Uncle Master can help you."

"Thanks to the great love of my uncle, my nephew's lifespan is running out, and now I just want to find a talented alchemist to lay down the Tao."

Pu Jingchuan said noncommittally.

He calls the wind and rain in the No Mind Sect, and all kinds of resources and preferential treatment are just a matter of one sentence.

Naturally, he didn't want to get close to the new Yuanying, so he put the cart before the horse and alienated the two ancestors of the sect.

……

Watching Pu Jingchuan leave, Chen Ping put together the formation expressionlessly.

He proposed to order a batch of pills with five grades and three lines.

But this person refused to accept soft and hard words, and insisted on following the sect's procedures.

That is, with Liu Yuze's consent.

"We still have to cultivate a titled Alchemy Sage who is close to me."

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Ping thought of Xu Wenqing.

This person is young and promising, and may not be able to go further.

When Xu Wenqing's mess is resolved, he will open his mouth to probe.

However, even if the relationship is very close, it is far less convenient than mastering alchemy by yourself.

He seldom practiced in one place.

You can't snatch a few alchemy saints around you at any time.

……

"Hey, it's really hard for a top-grade spiritual root to move an inch in the Nascent Soul Realm."

After finishing a weekly cycle, Chen Ping frowned bitterly.

During the golden core period, his aptitude could still promote the increase of mana.

But since Nascent Soul, top-grade spiritual roots are not enough.

Even if you meditate in the fifth-order spiritual vein, the speed is still negligible.

There are only two ways to break the game.

Except for the old-fashioned high-grade spiritual objects, it is to continue to improve the spiritual root qualifications.

He is extremely depressed now.

It is obviously suspected to be the one spiritual root, but I don't know how to open it.

"After such a long time, has that girl Concubine Shu Mu returned to the Wuxiangzhen sect?"

With a flash in his eyes, the figure of a beautiful woman flashed in Chen Ping's mind.

When the daytime treasure domain came to an end, he first wanted to find Concubine Shu Mu to get clues about the Taiyi soul body.

Leaving aside the exclusive supernatural powers of the special spiritual root to deter a domain.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat just because of its incidental cultivation speed whose lower limit was no weaker than that of the Earth Spirit Root.

"I once had a soul union with her, and she will never be too hard-hearted."

Touching his chin, Chen Ping smacked his lips like a wonderful memory.

The soul union is so comfortable, he still remembers it so far.

If this woman also misses him, the two of them may be able to practice the Dao together.

At least the path to Nascent Soul Realm is not so boring.

……

A few days later, Chen Ping approached Liu Yuze.

Directly use the salary to pay off the 900 million owed for the purchase of the Lingbao Duankong Pagoda.

The arrears of high-grade ore have not yet been smoothed out.

It's not that he procrastinates, the key is that he is too shy to pay back.

"Junior brother Han, if you are willing to exchange that lightning technique for the fire attribute technique collected by the sect, senior brother can make the decision immediately."

Before leaving, Liu Yuze said abruptly.

Hearing this, Chen Ping felt extremely disdainful.

The Array Breaking Immortal Lightning Method is a treasure-level technique.

How can ordinary Tianpin compare with it?
However, considering that Liu Yuze didn't know the quality of Qingjie Xianlei, he didn't get angry, but just flatly refused.

After chatting at the entrance of the cave for a while, Chen Pingyan fled the sect without hesitation after going out for a few years.

……

"Senior Brother, Brother Han's appearance is surreptitious. It's very strange that a good fifth-order spiritual vein can't wait to go out all day."

With a flash of white light, Wu Chuhan appeared out of thin air.

"He just asked me about the Silun tribe."

Afterwards, Liu Yuze said slowly.

"Junior Brother Han left Yunzhen Mountain, is he planning to suppress the Sea Clan alone?"

With a twitch of his eyelids, Wu Chuhan was full of doubts.

Jingyang Sea is a sea area occupied by humans.

But 20 miles further north, it is the territory of the Sea Clan.

Silen, a new force of the Sea Clan, has been fighting with the Jingyang Sea Clan for thousands of years.

The strength of this tribe is inferior to that of the entire Jingyang Sea.

But one sect, one temple, one alliance, and picking one out alone is no match for the Silun tribe.

"Junior Brother Han is short on money, and he probably wants to get some quick resources."

Liu Yuze guessed lightly.

In recent years, the Silun tribe has been extremely active, often invading the border and attacking the human race.

At the same time, the appearance of a large number of Sea Clans is itself a mobile treasure house.

After all, Sea Clan slaves are very popular in Jingyang Sea.

"Brother, did you mention emphatically that the leader of the Silun Tribe is the former Ninth Princess of the Sea Clan?"

Suddenly, Wu Chuhan thought of something, and hurriedly asked for proof.

"Such critical information, of course the senior brother revealed it clearly."

Liu Yuze nodded, smiled and said:
"Si Lunqin holds five stars in his hand. He was a master in the middle of the fifth order 400 years ago. You don't think that Junior Brother Han can kill her?"

"I'm afraid that it will be difficult for my junior brother to escape when he meets the ninth princess."

Wu Chuhan said a little worriedly.

"Don't underestimate this Junior Brother Han. As a puppet master, have you ever seen him fight with a puppet after several fights?"

With a deep gaze, Liu Yuze continued, "Furthermore, unless Junior Brother Han goes deep into the Si Lun tribe, he is unlikely to encounter Si Lunqin if he seeks treasures on the outer edge."

……

"Then the nine princesses have controlled a tribe for nearly a thousand years, and their net worth should be astonishingly high."

In front of Mijue Palace, Chen Ping pondered over the information he had just obtained.

The only purpose of inquiring about the Silun tribe is to plunder resources.

Originally, he was staring at the evil cultivation forces in Jingyanghai, but it was a pity that the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce obstructed it.

I had no choice but to take the Haizu tribe first.

Killing alien races to make money, the Jiuding Presbyterian Church should obediently shut up.

What's more, the matter of Xu Wenqing's courtship was also related to the Silun tribe, so it happened to be resolved in one go.

Sending out a thought, Chen Ping easily met Xu Dansheng.

This person doesn't dare to show off anymore.

He respectfully invited Chen Ping into the seat and poured a cup of expensive spiritual tea.

"It's really convenient for alchemists to practice."

Looking at Xu Wenqing's aura, Chen Ping felt emotional.

It didn't take long for the alchemy saint to break into the golden elixir, but his cultivation base has risen to a small level.

Obviously, Gao Daowen pills are usually taken as sugar pills.

"Give me that woman's soul lamp."

Chen Ping got straight to the point.

"Is Senior Han going to fulfill his promise?"

Xu Wenqing's throat choked, and there were tears in his eyes.

Chen Ping was speechless for a moment when the great alchemy sage in the golden elixir period was so emotional.

However, this person's experience moved him a little.

It turned out that Xu Wenqing was not a monk from Wunian Island, but an ancestor of a small family on an island in the northern region of Jingyang Sea.

Before the middle period of Yuan Dan, Xu Wenqing's life was comfortable and worry-free.

Relying on good alchemy skills, he quickly developed the family and accumulated a rich family background.

But bad luck came.

The sea monks of the Silun tribe descended quietly one day and swept a small sea area.

Including his family was also destroyed.

At that time, Patriarch Xu Wenqing was invited to go to Wunian Island to refine medicine for a Jindan senior, and happened to escape a catastrophe.

When he returned to the island and saw the mess, he was so sad that he almost fainted.

After learning that the killing was committed by the Silun tribe, Xu Wenqing packed his bags and came to Wunian Island, completely dormant.

The Silun tribe is powerful, so of course he doesn't expect revenge.

But he kept a soul lamp in his hand, enshrining the soul silk of his Taoist companion.

After such a long time, the light has not been extinguished, which means that the Taoist couple was not directly slaughtered by the Hai Clan.

So, while making alchemy, he made friends with various human masters, and tried to create a fifth-order puppet, hoping to rescue his Taoist companion in the future.

After decades of wasting, he finally chose a suitable helper.

Jindan Great Cultivator, Puppet Master Han Shu!
If it can help him break through the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly kill two birds with one stone.

Therefore, Xu Wenqing spent a lot of energy refining three tortoise marrow true dragon pills and presented them to Chen Ping.

And this person really didn't make him happy in vain.

Not only became a Nascent Soul cultivator, but also transformed into the No-Nian Sect as the Supreme Elder.

He was so excited that he finally waited for this moment.

How not to make him ecstatic.

"Senior Han, have you successfully built those two fifth-order puppets?"

Xu Wenqing said eagerly.

"Not available yet."

Shaking his head, Chen Ping said truthfully.

"Could it be that senior invited Senior Liu and Senior Wu of the No Nian Sect to go to the Silun Tribe to put pressure?"

Xu Wenqing asked quickly.

Frowning, Chen Ping said displeasedly: "You don't have to worry about the specific process, just wait for the result from me."

"The younger generation has the guts to go looking for her with the senior."

Xu Wenqing gritted his teeth and begged.

"It's a joke, you are a little Golden Core cultivator in the way, and you can't take care of you even if you fight. Don't wait for the Taoist companion to find you, but you will be separated from her forever."

Chen Ping reprimanded in a cold voice.

Don't blame him for his rude words, it's actually for Xu Wenqing's consideration.

There are so many masters in the Silun tribe, and it is not a small risk for him to sneak in. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dragon's lake and a tiger's den, so how dare he bring a burden.

It doesn't matter if it was in the past, Xu Wenqing just inherited a lot of property after he fell.

But he has already planned to cultivate this person, so he will not allow the investment to go to waste.

"It's troublesome senior."

Xu Wenqing finally woke up, and solemnly took out a jade lantern from his bosom.

Looking at the flickering soul lamp, he lost his mind for ten breaths.

"You have cultivated to the Golden Core Realm, so you still can't bear to see such tormenting emotions?"

Chen Ping clicked on the tabletop, thinking of the unnamed disciple Weng Mu for no reason.

Foundation Establishment cultivators can still understand, after all, Dao Xin is not tough enough.

But the golden elixir is placed in the Yuanyan Islands, he is a person known as the ancestor of Taoism, how can he be like ordinary people.

"My wife and the younger generation have known each other since childhood. At that time, the younger generation was only a member of the family lineage, and she was just a casual Qi training practitioner who had just landed on the island..."

A smile appeared on Xu Wenqing's face, and he was immersed in warm memories.

But soon, he was interrupted by an indifferent and incomprehensible voice.

Chen Ping didn't want to know about these boring affairs, so he said directly:

"You should be prepared in advance. Han can't boast that he can bring her back safe and sound."

"The senior did his best, and the junior believed that the fate with his wife has not been broken."

Xu Wenqing smiled slowly and said confidently.

Seeing this person splurge a huge amount of resources and invite a Nascent Soul cultivator to help, Chen Ping was touched for a while.

For him, it was indeed unbelievable.

But Xu Wenqing may not have considered whether it is worth it, but the old love that stays together is enough.

Some cruel words, he endured and held back.

The human race likes to accept the Hai clan as their pets, and similarly, the Hai clan monks also raise many people's pets.

The two races are similar in shape, and there is no such big obstacle in terms of combination.

Xu Wenqing's Taoist companion has been living in the Hai Clan for many years, and he doesn't know if he has been ruined badly.

……

Wunian Island is extremely prosperous, but all the way north, as it gets closer to the Sea Tribe, the population becomes rarer.

Even if it is a second-level island with a good cultivation environment, there are often not a few monks named.

On this day, a purple-robed monk with a calm face descended from the sky and slowly landed on the sea.

After listening to him quickly and silently recited a formula, a pair of magnificent white fish fins suddenly spread out on his back.

With a whoosh, the purple-robed monk disappeared in place.

It was not until more than ten thousand miles away that he staggered and stabilized his figure.

After suppressing the surging Qi and blood, the man said to himself with excited eyes: "There is no obstacle to escape for [-] miles. Ordinary Nascent Soul monks can only look at my back and eat ashes!"

"No, they can't catch my figure at all."

After applauding his performance, Chen Ping laughed wildly with joy.

Six years ago, after collecting a large amount of high-grade ore from various sects, he found a remote island and took out the second layer of Starry Sky Art.

What surprised him was that this time he consumed four times the amount of ore he had before.

Even if the ore resources of an entire fifth-level island are searched, it is barely enough to exchange.

After being imbued with the phoenix leaves, he still used it for nearly six years before he completed comprehension and expanded the meridian circulation.

Until today, he had only cast a spell once.

Fortunately, the improvement rate of the starry sky technique so close did not disappoint him.

From the first level of seven thousand miles, to the nine thousand miles after the Nascent Soul, the magic power has greatly increased, and it has reached an exaggerated [-] miles in one step.

Such a horrifying escape method is no longer indescribable by ordinary teleportation.

It is simply the embryonic form of space supernatural powers.

Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators have absolutely nothing to do with him.

This is also the strongest support for Chen Ping to dare to plunder the Haizu tribe alone.

"If it's just this, the starry sky technique is not much more precious than the soul technique."

Turning around, Chen Ping activated the pupil technique and looked behind him expectantly.

The trajectory of thousands of miles traveled just now, within five thousand miles of his body, there is no vision at all.

But the initial range of eight thousand miles was a scene of chaos and violence.

In the midst of the strong wind, black and white space cracks wandered indefinitely, densely packed in all directions.

The wide ones are as big as a rift, and the short ones are as thick as a finger. From time to time, they make the sound of "rumbling" thunderstorms.

At first glance, this appears to be some kind of natural deep-sea sighting.

But in every space crack, there are flickering, sticking pieces of refined golden bird feathers.

Therefore, this space storm must be traces caused by spells.

"clang clang"

After a while, as if the sound of iron cables dragging from far to near, there was a "boom" sound, and a small gray shadow appeared out of thin air.

A towering silver tree rides above the gray shadow, its branches and leaves keep sprouting and stretching.

"Boom!"

Groups of cracks in space seem to have eyes, frantically overflowing into gray shadows.

At the beginning, the big silver tree was quite powerful and could easily resist it.

But as the storm gathered, its brilliance dimmed silently.

Two breaths later, with a "poof", the silver tree scattered into spots of light and returned into the gray shadow's body.

Just as those spatial cracks continued to devour the center, they suddenly twisted violently, and pieces disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Dahui, it seems that you can't finish this distance with your physical defense."

Spreading out the formula, Chen Ping flew over with a smile.

"Haw!"

In the distance, a longhorn-like beetle screamed aggrievedly and threw itself into Chen Ping's arms.

The gray shadow who was almost strangled by the space storm before was his soul pet, the Great Gray Lord.

"This seat is getting stronger and stronger, which proves that you have followed the right master, and you should congratulate."

Fiddled with the hard worm horns, Chen Ping smiled triumphantly.

The scene of pouring dharma in the sky leaves of the phoenix tree back then is still Kunpeng surviving the terrible calamity of the stars.

However, the catastrophe of the stars has enveloped a region.

A scattered gravel can fill the sea, and a weed can cut down a mountain.

At the flick of a finger, the world is turned upside down.

Only relying on the escape method, the white Kunpeng has no way to escape.

So, the next time it spreads its wings, it will generate visions again and again, each of which is ten thousand times more powerful than the cirrus cloud fire of the quaternary heaven.

The disaster drawn by the stars suddenly disintegrated.

Kunpeng is safe again for now.

When Chen Ping wanted to read it again with relish, the power of the golden pattern leaf was exhausted, and his consciousness withdrew.

Therefore, the big gray was naturally left behind on purpose by him to test the power of the starry sky technique.

The starry sky technique on the second level, in addition to greatly improving the escape technique, also cultivated a kind of vision behind the tail of the Kunpeng, the Pengyu Storm.

It can be regarded as a second-stage supernatural power to get rid of the enemy's pursuit.

It can be seen that the starry sky technique is not a simple escape method.

Of course, the Pengyu storm released by his control of the escape light is far from being comparable to Kunpeng itself.

The facts have proven.

Using the big gray imprinted by the ancient tree, the strength of the physical body is about a few percent worse than that of the late fifth-order.

Judging from this, Peng Yu Storm strangled Undead Nascent Soul's late stage, and if it forcibly crossed, it would probably cause him serious injuries.

As for the Dzogchen monks, they can only have some disturbing effect at most.

But this has already amazed Chen Ping.

He obviously couldn't put it down for such a wonderful technique.

Moreover, the creator of the spell is exhaustive, and the enemy with high strength can definitely resist the Pengyu Storm, and he cannot track the caster through the appearance of the spell.

Because within five thousand miles of the final landing point, there will be no space cracks.

"According to this speculation, the third layer's starry sky technique is either to strengthen the power of Pengyu Storm, or to generate a second hindrance phenomenon."

With a movement of his eyes, Chen Ping couldn't help touching his lower abdomen.

He was salivating over the starry sky technique of the last few floors.

It's a pity that the spells on the third floor no longer absorb the essence of the fourth-tier ore.

Tier [-] ore is still useful.

This discovery made his scalp tingle.

It is very likely that a large number of Tier [-] ores can be exchanged for the third Tier with a few Tier [-] ores.

"Everyone from the big sects and big tribes, don't blame the little brother for being cruel and merciless, everything is for the Dao."

While muttering silently, Chen Ping sank straight to the bottom of the sea.

……

Looking at the two sycamore sky leaf petioles in his hand, Chen Ping thought for a long time.

There are currently two natal magic weapons for sacrifice.

One is the middle-grade lightning-attribute spiritual treasure Seizing the Tripod Sword blessed by the petiole of ordinary sycamore leaves.

The second is the empty tower.

Because of his outstanding kendo realm, he prefers the fire-attribute spiritual treasures of swords, but he has never had the chance to meet them.

Before that, he decided to upgrade the Duankong tower first.

……

Three days later, after hooking a celestial leaf petiole into the Duankong Pagoda, the treasure's brilliance suddenly increased, and it spun around by itself.

As expected, he was promoted to a higher rank and became a top-rank Lingbao!
Twisting the remaining stalk of the sky leaf, Chen Ping hesitated again and again, but still did not continue to penetrate.

The Duankong Pagoda has been enshrined in the Zongmen's treasure house for thousands of years, but its quality has not improved.

In case it is really upgraded to a top-grade spirit treasure, the two true monarchs Liu and Wu will drop their jaws in surprise.

It doesn't matter if you are suspected, but you can't expose too much.

This is his criterion for navigating the Fancang sea area.

In addition, the grade of the top-grade spirit treasure is too high, and his manipulation is not smooth, so it is not as good as the top-grade spirit treasure.

After careful consideration, Chen Ping turned his goal to seize the tripod sword.

……

Sentinel Island is well-known in the Jingyang sea area.

As a fourth-level island closest to the Silun Tribe, there was a strange prosperity here.

Although the spiritual objects used by the Sea Clan and the Human Clan for cultivation overlap, some of them are quite different.

For example, the price of a Maoyuan flower for refining Jidan remains high in the human world.

But on the land of the Hai Clan, it might be an ordinary spirit grass by the roadside.

Even domesticated human pets can't consume so many resources.

Therefore, the Sentinel Island has attracted a lot of monks who sneak into the Sea Clan domain to search for resources.

It is not under the jurisdiction of the No-Nian Sect.

Cultivators from all walks of life, such as evil cultivators, Zongmen or casual cultivators, can successfully land on the outpost island.

In recent years, the Silun Tribe has been on the move, and more and more monks have gathered.

Crowds, gangs, invitations to betrayal, play out on the outpost at any time.

……

"Go to the treasure-hunting fleet in the Jilei Trench of the Silun Tribe, and recruit two Yuandan monks with water attributes. They need to be cultivated in the mid-term or above."

"The fleet heading to the Dumb Mountains recruited a large number of Yuan Dan puppet masters."

"The battle between the two races requires the help of a formation master."

At the Sentinel Island ferry, medium and large spirit ships hovered quietly.

On the side of the tall ship, there are a series of conspicuous floating banners.

"Brother Guan, how many people do we still need?"

On a large blue spirit ship, a male cultivator who looked extremely wretched looked around and asked.

"Two or three people. Shuiyue Haiyuan belongs to the central area of ​​the Silun tribe, which is relatively dangerous. Most of us here are Yuandan monks. The more natural people, the better."

The one who answered him was a hunchbacked male cultivator, about forty-five or six years old.

"Boss Ge doesn't even show up to solicit. Otherwise, with the strength of his holy demon fake pill, it would be much easier to attract a few fellow daoists. There is no need for me to shout hard."

The mouse-eyed male cultivator glanced sideways and said via voice transmission.

He seemed to be a little afraid of Boss Ge in his mouth, and he didn't dare to say it blatantly.

"Hey, Boss Ge has been circling around that fairy for the past two days, how can he talk to us when he has time?"

The hunchbacked monk surnamed Guan subconsciously looked at the position of the cabin, and replied in a strange voice.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Guan, it's okay if you don't mention it, but when I mention that little girl, I feel hot all over for no reason."

The mouse-eyed male cultivator licked his lips, a gleam of fluorescence appeared in his pupils, and said without concealment:

"Bright eyes and white teeth, icy muscles and jade bones, two fragrant mountains and two cloud peaks, body and limbs full of fragrance, paired with that pink fairy dress, it really charms all beings."

"That day she took the initiative to board the ship to join the army, but she fascinated all the fellow Taoists on the ship."

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Guan nodded in deep agreement, and said teasingly: "The female cultivator must have a charming physique, and she is the prey that Boss Ge is looking for, so don't think about it."

"Our evil cultivators in Poison Luoling have always shared the benefits. After Boss Ge gets tired of playing, it's okay for me to have a sip of soup. Hehe, then we must let that stunner taste the power of the fourth-order spiritual candle liquid!"

The mouse-eyed male cultivator trembled all over, and said with an evil smile.

"Don't keep talking about Du Luoling, if Boss Ge hears about it, you will be severely punished."

The monk surnamed Guan glared fiercely, despising this colleague who was dazzled by women's lust.

……

On the fourth floor of the Spirit Ship, in a quiet box somewhere.

A woman in a pink skirt rests on a wooden couch with her face resting on one hand.

This posture showed her exquisite figure to the fullest.

Then, as if she had sensed something, her white toes pointed, and she came to a ship window.

Hundreds of miles away, on the rough sea waves, was standing a purple-robed man with his hands behind his back.

The eyes of the two men met in tacit understanding across the distant space, and each had an incomprehensible smile.

"You know me secretly, go deep into the tribe."

The purple-robed man's mouth twitched, and he leaned less, his body was broken and melted into the deep sea inch by inch.

The woman in the cabin pursed her red lips lightly, pulled her slender hands back, and gently closed the window.

(End of this chapter)