Chapter 167
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Chapter 167: The Scarlet Copper Ship
Penglai truly lived up to its name as an Immortal City. The teleportation arrays here were no smaller than those of the Mo Sect. The grand halls housing the arrays were carved entirely from white jade by skilled artisans, so detailed they looked like artworks.
Even Fang Lie, a rough man, stared in awe.
After reluctantly stepping out, he saw clusters of white jade buildings scattered across green mountains. Wreathed in drifting clouds, the scene resembled a celestial realm.
People flowed through these halls—Taoists riding clouds, monks in giant robes, cultivators on flying swords, and Demonic Path practitioners shrouded in dark mist.
This neutral city allowed righteous and demonic factions to coexist without conflict.
As Fang Lie gaped at the strange sight, a maid approached. "Honored guest, is this your first visit?"
"Yes," Fang Lie nodded. "Who are you?"
"I’m a Penglai maid explaining local rules," she said politely.
"What rules?" he asked.
"First, no violence here. Our protective array, forged by ancient immortals, can block Ninth-Rank Treasures and kill Thunder Tribulation Immortals instantly. Break this rule and die."
Fang Lie rubbed his nose. "Everyone here’s an Immortal or higher. I’m just a Qi Sea cultivator—you think I’ll attack them?"
The maid giggled behind her hand. "Rules are rules! But don’t sell yourself short. Only Top Talents dare visit Wanxing Sea at Qi Sea realm—most can fight Purple Palace cultivators."
"Qi Sea realm rivals Purple Palace?" Fang Lie blinked. "There are many such scoundrels?"
"Several yearly," she said. "But that’s just average geniuses. Xuan Sect’s Qi Sea disciples battle Nascent Soul True Immortals… even Wind Tribulation Immortals!"
"Xuan Sect…" Fang Lie mused. "A thousand disciples yet leads righteous sects. Impressive."
"Which sect are you from?"
"Mo Sect. Fang Lie."
"Mo Sect?" Her nose wrinkled. "You’re a major sect, but I’ve never seen Mo cultivators brave enough to visit Wanxing Sea at fifth Qi Sea realm."
Fang Lie smirked. "Am I invisible?"
"Ah! Sorry!" She turned red. "I didn’t mean—"
"Relax." He waved. "Continue."
She exhaled. "Penglai’s Spiritual Energy aids cultivation, but staying requires permits. No token? The protective array kills you if you leave."
"What if I’m passing through? I need to reach Qingyu Island in Northern Region."
"Qingyu?" She shrugged. "Never heard of it. Head to the dock—treasure ships sail Wanxing Sea. Flying’s suicide."
"Can’t I fly?"
She burst out laughing.
"Did I say something dumb?"
"Fly?!" She wheezed. "Fierce Heavenly Winds tear through Wanxing Sea! Demon beasts swarm everywhere! Even Wind Tribulation Immortals die flying solo!"
"That bad?" He paled. "I’ll take a ship then!"
Wings sprouted from his back. In a blink, he vanished.
"Oh my, such speed!" the Young Girl gasped in shock. "No wonder a Qi Sea realm genius dares to venture into Wanxing Sea! With this pace, regular demon beasts couldn’t catch you. Ah right! According to protocol, we’re supposed to report emerging talents like you – there’s even a reward! Hehe, I’m gonna be rich!"
With that, the Young Girl bounced cheerfully down the mountainside.
Guided by her instructions, Fang Lie soon reached the massive dock stretching hundreds of miles, where countless ships lay anchored.
The vessels varied wildly – ink-black steel behemoths, towering multi-story treasure ships, bone-crafted ghostly boats leaking cold malice, and even airborne skyships clearly meant for the elite.
Their differences aside, all shared one trait: immense size. The smallest treasure ship spanned hundreds of zhang, hulls reinforced with sturdy talismanic scripts. Clearly built to withstand Wanxing Sea’s violent storms.
Crew members at each prow called out destinations and fares. After brief inquiries, Fang Lie was ushered aboard an 800-zhang scarlet copper vessel.
This Fifth Rank treasure ship, forged from crimson copper, boasted seven-tiered decks and twelve Taiyi Divine Lightning Towers on its main platform. Though slower than smaller craft, its absolute security against storms and demon beasts made it ideal.
As a Mo Sect disciple with basic mechanical arts knowledge, Fang Lie recognized quality craftsmanship. Satisfied, he approached a burly middle-aged Cultivator to negotiate.
The man’s bronze arms bulged beneath fish-scale armor glowing faintly blue. His shaved head bore old scarred sutras – perhaps a former monk. Despite his Golden Pool-level cultivation and spiked bracers, he addressed Fang Lie respectfully.
"Young master," the armored man grinned, "I’m Raynor, Chief Steward here. Your destination?"
"Northern Region, Qingyu Island," Fang Lie replied lightly.
"Hmm… We pass nearby but don’t usually dock. Taking one passenger won’t hurt. First class: 10,000 spirit stones. Second: 7,000. Food not included."
"Steep," Fang Lie raised an eyebrow.
"Can’t be helped," Raynor shrugged. "Fueling this beast costs a fortune. Smaller boats charge less, but you’ll sacrifice comfort and safety."
Wealth currently no object, Fang Lie declared, "10,000 it is. I need to arrive within 20 days."
"Done!" Raynor thumped his chest. "We depart at dawn – seventeen days max!"
"Deal." Fang Lie tossed a Canghai Stone.
Raynor caught it, impressed. "Straightforward! I like that. Your name and sect, young master?"
"Fang Lie. Mo Sect."
"Mo Sect!" Raynor’s eyes widened. "No wonder a Qi Sea realm cultivator braves Wanxing Sea! You’re a Core Inner Gate Disciple, yes? Future Thunder Tribulation Immortal!"
"Wrong." Fang Lie smirked. "I’m just an outer disciple."
"What?!" Raynor choked. "But major sects forbid outer disciples from leaving their mountain gates until they’ve mastered–"
"I’m… special."
"How?!"
"Specialized in offending people." Fang Lie chuckled. "From Clan Leader to newest disciple – the whole sect wants me dead. Hence my… dispatch."
Raynor gaped as Fang Lie cheerfully slapped his own neck. "This prize head’s up for grabs! Wonder who’ll strike first?"
The steward nearly collapsed, thinking: *This lunatic thinks headhunting has a queue system? Does he have spare necks?!*
