The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1175 - 509: Preaching, Turtle Transformation Section

Chapter 1175: Chapter 509: Preaching, Turtle Transformation Section

Mei Ziyu’s rain was light and sporadic, causing the surface of the Weishui River to sparkle like countless tiny stars.

The giant ship, nearly a hundred zhang long, sailed on—the Magic Artifact emitted a sound like the chirping of cicadas, propelling the vessel forward.

Deep within the Weishui, numerous Strange Spirits lay hidden, but in the face of this colossal ship, none dared to act rashly.

Tu San’s young master stood on the deck, gazing at the vast river waters and mused, "Life... is so unpredictable."

He felt that the recent events were just too twisted and bizarre.

First, there was the stroke of luck when he found the Light Sword.

Then there was misfortune, having been blackmailed by Thornblood not once, but twice.

He had managed to avoid danger the first time, the second... left with no option, he had to give up his silver.

"Tu Shao, do you think we might see the Floating Cloud Immortal at the Artificer conference?" Zhan Wenyu asked, his expression filled with infatuation.

The Floating Cloud Immortal was a renowned beauty on the list of fragrant beauties and, moreover, an Artificer with exceptional talent.

Naturally, Zhan Wenyu coveted such a woman immensely.

"This time at the Artificer conference, most of the Jining Prefecture Artificers with some talent will come.

The Floating Cloud Immortal is also from Jiangzhou, she should be there too," replied Tu San’s young master calmly.

On this trip to Yesan Lake, he had originally wondered if it were possible to wait for the Light Sword to cool down and use it to strike down the Water Lord of Yesan Lake.

If he could achieve that, he would gain the grace of the Heavenly Sect.

The prestige of the Shen Family would greatly increase as well.

Alas, that was a mere fantasy; his Light Sword had not yet cooled down.

Right now, let alone Summon God, he couldn’t even provoke a glint of light.

"I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to see the Floating Cloud Immortal, nor can I tell who is more beautiful between her and Shen Lingxuan!" Zhan Wenyu’s thoughts drifted.

"Perhaps it is Shen Lingxuan, most people have not seen her face, yet she ranks among the top on the fragrance beauty list, she must undoubtedly be stunning," Tu San’s young master sighed.

"Hmph, such a stunning creature wasted on a good-for-nothing, truly a crime against heaven!" said Zhan Wenyu as he looked towards a figure on the ship’s deck a few dozen meters away, with a hint of scorn in his eyes, "Such noise the warship makes, and barely any fish follow; he’s actually fishing at a time like this, it’s laughable."

Tu San’s young master also looked toward the distant figure.

There was a young man lying leisurely on a Taishi Chair, idly fishing.

"There’s nothing else to do, I’m planning to find some trouble with him, Tu Shao, care to join the fun?" Zhan Wenyu said.

"No, I’d rather not mix up in such prodigal son matters.

Zhan brother, it’s better not to provoke people at random; his wife is a True Disciple of Heavenly Sect," he replied.

"I’m a prodigal son; wouldn’t it be a shame not to live up to my reputation if I didn’t provoke anyone?" Zhan Wenyu declared as if it were only natural, "Moreover, in the Zhan Family, I cannot cultivate as an Artifact Refiner or become a Soldier Commander. If not a prodigal son, what should I be?"

Upon saying this, a trace of loss passed across Zhan Wenyu’s eyes.

The Zhan Family was also one of the top ten clans in Jining Prefecture.

However, his eldest brother was thirty years his senior and particularly domineering.

This meant he could only lead a worry-free life in the Zhan Family in terms of food and clothing.

"Being a little prodigal gives my elder brother some trouble, which is not a bad thing," said Zhan Wenyu, a mocking smile in his eyes.

"Is that Shen Lingxuan’s husband?" At that moment, a man in white robes spoke up in surprise.

This white-robed man was a disciple of the ancient Lei Sect.

"Hard to believe Shen Lingxuan’s husband would be this wretched," he commented, somewhat disappointed.

He held respect for Shen Lingxuan in his heart.

Because in two more years, a duel was scheduled between a True Disciple of Heavenly Sect and his most admired third senior sister from the ancient Lei Sect.

Since Shen Lingxuan was a True Disciple of the Heavenly Sect, she undoubtedly had astonishing talent—it was pitiable she had married so beneath her station.

"But it’s probably related to Shen Lingxuan’s constitution; rumors say she has the Profound Yin body, and if someone were to spend a night with her, they might comprehend Unity of Heaven and Man, and have a chance to step into Sky Level!" the white-robed man said calmly.

The hardest part for an Earth-level Army Commander to step into Sky Level was to comprehend heaven and earth, reaching the state of Unity of Heaven and Man.

"Unity of Heaven and Man, how difficult it is, for nearly a hundred years, our Ning Country has not seen a Sky Level Army Commander.

Rumors say that once you step into Sky Level, you might even have the chance to go beyond the heavens," said the white-robed man, envy evident on his face.

For a Soldier Commander of Ning Country, becoming a Sky Level Army Commander was the ultimate pursuit of a lifetime.

And Shen Lingxuan’s appearance had given many old men a glimmer of hope.

However, with the powerful Shen Family backing her, coupled with the support of the Heavenly Sect, no one dared to entertain thoughts about Shen Lingxuan.

Of course, another reason was that Shen Lingxuan had not yet fully matured and was not yet in her perfect state as a Profound Yin body.

To pluck her prematurely would indeed be a waste of heaven’s gifts.

Hearing this only added to Zhan Wenyu’s frustration, "That guy is just too lucky, if it weren’t for him being such a waste, why would this opportunity fall onto him?"

Tu San’s young master chuckled, "Why would a man of misfortune seek trouble with another man of misfortune?"

"Hmph, if not troubling him, should I trouble my elder brother instead?"

Zhan Wenyu said as he walked toward Qi Yuan’s location.

The white-robed man looked at Tu San’s young master, "Want to come along and have some fun? It’s quite dull on this ship after all."

Tu San’s young master shook his head, "Not in the mood."

Had it been before, he would indeed be keen to watch the excitement; but now, his thoughts were occupied with the stall owner he had met in the Ghost Market.

He had been searching for some time without success, which had led to his disappointment.

However, he also knew that the other party could change their appearance and was not so easy to find.

Only when close to three meters would his Magic Artifact respond.

At this moment, Zhan Wenyu marched aggressively towards Qi Yuan, embodying the reputation of a wastrel son to the fullest.