Chapter 130: Normal, Yet Unnaturally So

The Dayun Hao pursued the moonbeam, sailing across the sea that reflected the night sky.

Dots of light shimmered on the sea surface; it was hard to say whether they were glowing fish or reflections of starlight from the heavens.

Without the moonbeam hanging down from the sky as a guide, getting lost at sea with no reference points seemed inevitable.

"We won't get lost! Little Xiao Lingdang can use satellite positioning!"

Sensing Feng Xue's thought, Little Xiao Lingdang unhesitatingly revealed the Weather Goddess's satellite data; at the same time, Feng Xue's wristwatch projected a sand table, on which the sea surface and the descending moonbeam formed an angle, and as Little Xiao Lingdang continuously calculated and corrected, she traced a circle on the nautical chart.

"According to the sand table model, we'll likely reach the point where the moonbeam touches the sea in about two hours. Should we proceed at full speed?"

Feng Xue was about to speak when Sara, crouched beside him, suddenly raised her dog paw:

"No—based on what you said, the opponent is likely a deity with lunar authority. Under uncertain hostile or friendly conditions, it's best not to fight on their home turf!"

It was clear Sara knew little about deities, yet she still offered advice based on the most basic understanding; that said, after re-signing the contract, Sara had clearly become much more obedient—though it was unknown whether she was biding her time for other plans, at least for now, Feng Xue was satisfied.

He didn't ponder long, then nodded and said:

"Slow the speed. We'll arrive precisely at the moment the moon fully sets."

"Understood. Adjusting speed. Adjustment complete. Estimated arrival in eight hours. Master may rest now—Little Xiao Lingdang has some excellent sleep-inducing music!"

Little Xiao Lingdang's sugary voice contrasted sharply with Sara's cold mechanical tone; Feng Xue merely waved his hand and said:

"I'll go rest then."

Saying this, Feng Xue returned to his bedroom, summoned Mo Ying, and began extracting Qi. Compared to his own weak divine soul, Mo Ying's efficiency in consuming Qi was far higher; in terms of soul-body quality alone, it was already comparable to a Red-Eyed Fierce Ghost.

Yet unlike a Fierce Ghost, Mo Ying lacked some of the malevolence, thus falling short in lethality and corrosive power—but it compensated with comprehensive stability, and with Feng Xue's nearly limitless supply of magical power, it could achieve rank suppression against most enemies.

In contrast, Liu Yunxi was falling behind here—she possessed extraordinary talent, yet lacked sufficient resources. Fortunately, this Moon Deity should resolve this issue.

……

"Master! Master! Time to wake up!" Little Xiao Lingdang's sweet voice roused Feng Xue from light sleep.

"Oh, are we docked?" Feng Xue squinted, asking with a peculiar expression. Hearing this, Little Xiao Lingdang shook her virtual projection's head:

"Nope. It's five a. m. The moon will fully set in about half an hour. Though we can already see the target island with the naked eye, I woke you up half an hour early since you'll be practicing this morning. Master, did Little Xiao Lingdang do something wrong?"

Seeing Little Xiao Lingdang's pitiful little expression, Feng Xue chuckled and waved his hand:

"No problem—in fact, you did perfectly right! Keep doing this, but next time, ask my opinion first! Hmm, I'll stand in this stance for about an hour—then slow the ship's speed further."

"Yes, Master! I love Master the most!" Little Xiao Lingdang cheered happily; Feng Xue merely rubbed his head, trying to clear his still-drowsy mind.

The downside of practicing on a ship is that you can't extract enough Qi at once like on land and then sleep until dawn.

Fortunately, meditation itself can partially substitute for rest, so Feng Xue wouldn't end up sleep-deprived.

He pulled out the Purification Spell to clean himself, adjusted his clothes, and stepped out of the room. Liu Yunxi had already prepared breakfast; thanks to the rich nutrition of this world's creatures, she didn't need to fuss over cultivation diets, and her meals were far more lavish.

Looking at Liu Yunxi's clear, expectant eyes, Feng Xue could only gesture for her to sit closer, then activated the Ingestion Technique to divert magical power toward her.

After this lavish feast, Liu Yunxi received abundant Qi and immediately sat aside to meditate, while Feng Xue stood on deck, gazing at the distant "gigantic" island that now resembled a horizon, slowly circulating his internal blood and Qi.

Thanks to these days of nourishment, Feng Xue's physical condition had rapidly improved, and correspondingly, the flow of Wei Qi had become increasingly distinct; his "internal sensing" had expanded from merely the vascular system to include parts of the meridians. Though subtly different from the traditional Chinese medicine meridian map, it was unquestionably the most suitable energy circulation network for him.

Feng Xue linked his consciousness with Mo Ying, letting Mo Ying trace the body's pathways as he circulated Qi, sketching the shapes emerging in his mind—though he didn't particularly like this realistic style, Mo Ying had never made a mistake, meticulously drawing each line and stroke.

This data would later be handed to Little Xiao Lingdang and integrated into the Xuanwu Integrated Cultivation Model; for now, it served only as a reference map for training Wei Qi circulation.

The one-hour training ended quickly. As Feng Xue concluded the stance, he exhaled a deep breath, and at that moment, the Dayun Hao had drawn near the large island—so much so that local residents had already been watching from shore for a long time.

"What's the area estimate?" Feng Xue took the warm water Liu Yunxi handed him, transformed it into a ring on his finger, then asked. Little Xiao Lingdang paused a moment before replying:

"The Weather Goddess's satellite isn't a spy satellite—it can't capture the island's precise outline. I can only judge by sight: the width of this side of the island is roughly ten kilometers. The length is unknown, but based on the shape and distance of the central Shanfeng, a conservative estimate won't be lower than that."

"That's quite sizable—at least one five-hundredth the size of Tongliao!" Feng Xue muttered casually, not worried about whether there was a Shenshuigang—or rather, in this world, it was hard to find an island without one.

Around fifty to sixty people had gathered on shore—men and women, with dark skin, clothing mostly made of fur and grass leaves, and ornaments crafted from feathers, bones, and teeth; at a glance, they gave off an African tribal vibe.

Out of caution, he activated his Spirit Sight—but what he saw made him frown slightly.

Unlike the pure, canopy-like divine realm of the Weather Goddess, this island possessed considerable devotional energy, yet its hue was highly muddled—not because there was anything wrong, but because this muddled hue was precisely what normal devotional energy should look like.

Yet precisely because it was normal, it struck Feng Xue as abnormal.

(End of Chapter)