Chapter 129: First, Take on the Moon Sect Dojo

"Boss, they wiped out the Black Feather Pirates entirely—and even seized the Silver Sail! Are we really going to move in?" Outside Yanan Island, a fast boat without any flag was slowly warming up.

Hearing his subordinate's question, the man dressed as the captain glared at him and pointed toward several ships in the distance:

"That kid's got some skill, but he's stupid for not lying low. No matter how strong he is, he's still just two people and a dog—how many can he handle? Look at how many are targeting him now. Once a few ships surround him, they can easily split tens of thousands. And same as always—I take the big share, the rest gets divided equally… Oh, and tell the crew to be careful when we move. Don't sink that ship!"

The subordinate asking the question didn't truly not understand—he'd asked just to bring up the money split. Now that he got his answer, he happily turned to relay it to the others, but had only taken two steps when he froze in place.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and—"

The captain was about to roar, but then everything in his vision began to fade, and he himself stiffened like a wooden post, rooted in place…

Not long after, the pirates watching from the harbor saw a scene that made their scalps tingle: the sleek little boat returned to port—but it wasn't being dragged back by their boss. Quite the opposite—it was escorting a group of pirate ships back…

"How did he do that?" Watching as pirate captains were strung together like slave cargo, dragged away by bounty hunter guild enforcers, the once-noisy dock fell utterly silent.

Meanwhile, Feng Xue was checking his bank balance and sneered:

"A few hundred pirates combined aren't worth as much as Blood Eye alone! What a disgrace!"

"A valuable pirate wouldn't be lurking here hunting newcomers. You got this much only because the ships themselves had value. If you really want to make money, use the same technique you used to control Blood Eye—make them transfer their account balances directly to you."

Sara, controlling the dog to squat nearby, commented coolly. Feng Xue leaned on the rail, sneering but saying nothing in reply.

In fact, when Seeing Mo Ying cast her group illusion, he'd already checked—every single one of these pirates was a paycheck-to-paycheck type, spending every coin on pleasure. Only the captain had bought land or property as retirement savings. Between the six ships and the hundred-odd pirates, the total liquid funds available for immediate transfer added up to barely twenty thousand yuan. Feng Xue was too lazy to transfer money in chunks of ten or twenty.

What Feng Xue didn't know was that, at the very moment he left port a second time, his dossier appeared on the desk of some agency…

…

"Newcomer with group illusion ability, no beastial traits, marine spirit beast tied to mental phenomena? Or a divine favorite? The codename 'Shenxiao'… From Chifeng? Unclear if from Kunlun Archipelago or West Emperor Archipelago… But his departure direction was the Cradle Islands… Seems not a pure Land-Seeker. Keep monitoring."

As the handling protocol spread, the codename "Shenxiao," along with dossiers of many other promising newcomers, was dispatched to regional branches of major factions.

But Feng Xue clearly didn't care—he was now inside the cabin, drawing ritual diagrams.

His Pot-Bag could only last ten days; today, he had to re-infuse it with magical power. But he wasn't charging it—he was holding the broom that had been Liu Yunxi… well, I mean, the giant brush—and splashing ink across the cargo hold of the Dayun.

The giant characters "Yellow Turban Force" were painted on the cargo hold's walls, and as threads of magical power traced the boundaries of the space, Feng Xue began transferring devotional energy.

A pouch, crafted by the Weather Goddess from high-tech fabric of the previous civilization, connected to the cabin, and thus a Pot-Bag with hundreds of cubic meters of volume and a carrying capacity of hundreds of tons was completed.

But he hadn't discarded the old sack—he'd placed it inside the Pot-Bag after completing the recharging ritual. In any emergency escape scenario, Feng Xue could instantly execute the full sequence: retrieve the sack, infuse magical power, re-target the Pot-Bag's lock, bow, and cross over.

This way, he no longer worried about his entire fortune scattering everywhere during a sudden transit.

While studying this technique, Feng Xue also accidentally developed several interesting side technologies—but unfortunately, he still had no worthy enemy to test them on.

After securing the bag for important supplies, Feng Xue tied on a second bag for miscellaneous items he didn't mind scattering if he had to flee.

It was already night when Feng Xue prepared to begin his cultivation—and Liu Yunxi knocked on his door.

Feng Xue thought she'd come with late-night snacks, but seeing her empty hands, he was surprised.

Liu Yunxi ignored his daze, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him onto the deck, speaking rapidly:

"Quick! Look at that Moonlight Stream!"

Feng Xue still didn't fully grasp what she meant. Following her gesture, he saw only a clear night sky, its brightness fading.

"Use the Divine Sight technique!" Liu Yunxi gritted her teeth. Hearing this, Feng Xue finally activated Divine Sight.

It wasn't that he'd been careless—rather, the devotional energy environment in this world was incredibly complex, especially in places like Yanan Island, where countless deities had believers. One opened one's eyes and saw a riot of colored patches—far less useful than combining 【Observing Heavenly Lifespan】 with 【Over-the-Shoulder View】.

But now, out at sea, free from human interference, Feng Xue saw a relatively clear devotional energy field again—and the moon, its surface extending countless silver tendrils.

At this moment, Feng Xue finally understood what Liu Yunxi meant: one relatively slender tendril of moonlight stretched directly ahead of him. Though blocked by the horizon, its endpoint was invisible—yet unmistakably, someone ahead was hoarding a significant portion of the moon's energy.

"This amount is less than one percent of the total moonlight—but if the Algorithm applies to spirits like demons, it's probably still formidable!"

Feng Xue muttered to himself, but felt no resistance to taking a closer look.

After all, according to Sara, there were already six known Moon Deities worldwide, plus countless unknown and newborn ones—over twenty named ones had died in just the past century.

Yet among deities tied to longevity, only three remained.

And by common sense, human obsession with immortality clearly outweighed worship of the moon. So logically, any deity siphoning longevity devotional energy must be stronger than a mere Moon Deity.

Moreover, if he could obtain even a portion of this Moon Deity's moonlight, Liu Yunxi's power would surge dramatically—helping him greatly when facing longevity deities later!

Thinking this, Feng Xue immediately raised his hand to his wristwatch:

"Little Bell, check the nearby nautical charts and estimate where this moonlight tendril is pointing!"

(End of Chapter)