chsdbacks Chapter 235: Airship No. 69
Chapter 235: Airship No. 69
Mo Yu glanced at it and casually said, "Flying Ship No. 26 is heading towards Qingchi Sect. Judging by the dates, Flying Ship No. 69 will stop in Black Crow City for a day in half a month, and its final destination is Penglai Immortal City."
She explained it clearly, and Zhang Ping nodded, but couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Waiting for a flying boat was truly agonizing. Including today, they had been in Black Crow City for a full twenty-eight days.
There was nothing that could be done about it. For cultivators who often went into seclusion for months or even years, a month was just a blink of an eye, nothing at all. Cuttlefish was used to it and didn't find it difficult at all.
Zhang Ping, on the other hand, has only been cultivating for a few years and doesn't have the composure to "sit still." He's so idle that he's almost eaten all the candied hawthorns on the street.
Just then, a group of people rushed into the entrance of the stall.
There were seven or eight people in total, all dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with gleaming magical artifacts at their waists. They walked with a gust of wind, their eyes sweeping across the surroundings with an undisguised ferocity. Their spiritual energy was concealed, making it impossible to discern their strength at a glance.
Zhang Ping paused slightly, and his Eye of Truth quietly activated, instantly seeing through the other party's cultivation level.
There were four cultivators at the Divine Integration Realm inside, and the rest were all at the peak of the Marrow Infusion Realm.
He understood.
It seems the controversy surrounding Dragon Lake is far from over.
The colossal beast at the Overlord Body Realm vanished without a trace, having overturned countless cultivators and demonic beasts before its death. Now, Dragon Breath Lake has become a treasure trove. Every day, cultivators flock to the lake, searching for the scattered relics of high-level cultivators. Some, even more fortunate, have found complete remains of cultivators in caves at the bottom of the lake, unearthing complete cultivation techniques from storage rings, becoming famous overnight.
The news spread far and wide, attracting countless cultivators to flock to the scene.
While some people profited from the chaos, others took advantage of the situation to engage in risk-free "business." After all, the treacherous cultivators of the Taihu region have always been omnipresent.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Ping explored almost every street and alley in Black Crow City. He knew exactly which stall had the crispiest candied hawthorn berries and which porridge shop made the smoothest mung bean porridge. Most of the time, he either squatted by the city wall watching the passing cultivators or sat by the lake enjoying the breeze, showing no intention whatsoever of going into seclusion for arduous cultivation.
In contrast, Mo Yu had barely left her cave for the past month, focusing entirely on meditation and cultivation to gradually replenish her depleted reserves. Occasionally, when she emerged from seclusion and bumped into Zhang Ping's leisurely demeanor, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
In her view, Zhang Ping, despite his young age, had reached the Divine Harmony Realm, which meant he must have possessed exceptional talent and had cultivated diligently day and night. But this young man before her seemed completely unrelated to the word "diligent." Could it be that his talent was far greater than she had anticipated?
On the appointed day, the No. 69 flying ship bound for Penglai Immortal City landed at the port of Black Crow City as scheduled.
After their tickets were checked, the two boarded the airship. This airship was much more refined than the passenger airships Zhang Ping had ridden on before. Soft, cloud-patterned animal hair carpets swayed underfoot, and luminous beads hanging in the corridors emitted a gentle glow. Even the air was filled with a faint, calming fragrance, and the concentration of spiritual energy was significantly higher than outside. Their two top-tier suites were located on the airship's highest deck.
Of course, it's one person per room.
Zhang Ping touched the large sum of spirit coins he had just deducted from his storage bag and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "If the two of us shared a room, we could save half of the spirit coins."
But then he thought that if he really brought it up, he would most likely lose to the woman in front of him, so he could only swallow his words back.
The airship remained docked at the port for a full day. The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the morning mist, the ship trembled slightly and slowly rose into the wind.
The summer air was crisp and refreshing, and a cool breeze blew in through the window, making Zhang Ping's long hair spread out freely.
He leaned against the windowsill and looked down. The square outline of Black Crow City shrank smaller and smaller in his vision, eventually shrinking into a small black mark and disappearing into the horizon of the sea of clouds. Looking up, he saw rolling green hills and crisscrossing waters all around, their deep and light green hues carpeting the ground, slowly receding as the flying boat moved forward, a sight that soothed his soul.
Zhang Ping sighed inwardly, realizing that the expensive suite was definitely worth the money. Not only was the room equipped with a high-level spirit-gathering array, making it rich in spiritual energy, but the view from the window was also the best on the entire ship.
His gaze swept downwards, clearly seeing the open-air decks of the two levels below. Many passengers had come out of their rooms and leaned against the railings, watching the sunrise leap out of the sea of clouds and the mountains and rivers rushing past below.
One group of figures stood out conspicuously.
A dozen or so men and women, all in their early twenties, gathered in a corner of the deck, chatting and laughing, their youthful brilliance and ambition barely concealed in their eyes. What caught Zhang Ping's attention most was that although the spiritual energy fluctuations around these people were concealed, under his Eye of Insight, their cultivation levels were all at the Divine Integration Realm!
It should be noted that there were only about twenty Nascent Soul Realm cultivators on the entire flying ship. This group alone accounted for half of the crew.
"Is he a core disciple of some major sect? Or a scion of some powerful family?" Zhang Ping was wondering to himself when the young man in the blue robe surrounded by the crowd suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the dozens of feet and meeting Zhang Ping's.
There was no confrontation, provocation, or probing as expected. Their eyes met briefly before they calmly looked away.
Zhang Ping casually closed the window, turned around and went back to the inner room to meditate.
on the deck.
"Brother Chun, what's wrong? Did you run into someone you know?" The person next to him couldn't help but ask when he saw Xiang Chunyuan suddenly look up in the direction of the luxury private room on the top floor.
Xiang Chunyuan shook his head, his tone indifferent: "It's nothing, it's just that the fellow Daoist in that room lingered on us for a moment just now."
"Hey, what's so special about that?" A thin young man wearing a loose t-shirt laughed. His name was Lin Lun. He had a square face, but his speech was quite lively. "With all of us standing here, everyone on the ship is glancing this way. Who knows, maybe some girl has taken a liking to you, Chun Ge?"
The people around immediately burst into laughter, with one teasing, "I think maybe she's taken a liking to Lin Lun!"
Lin Lun immediately retorted, "Hmph, so what if you fancy me? I, Lin Lun, am devoted to the Dao and have long since pledged my life to it; I have no interest in women!"
He spoke with righteous indignation, but after finishing, he ignored the laughter of the crowd and secretly glanced at the white-clad woman surrounded by several female cultivators not far away. The woman seemed not to have heard him and didn't even turn her head. Lin Lun was not discouraged, still keeping his hands behind his back and maintaining a sanctimonious appearance.
"Alright." Xiang Chunyuan clapped his hands, and the previously noisy crowd instantly quieted down, with more than a dozen eyes falling on him.
"Our journey to Penglai is not for sightseeing, but to hone ourselves and exchange skills with the geniuses of various sects. Only in this way can we make our path more stable and go further."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a convincing power. The young people around him were instantly ignited, and one after another, bold words came out. Even the woman in white not far away turned around and glanced at Xiang Chunyuan.
For a time, the deck was filled with the youthful vigor and high spirits of the young people.