Chapter 2010: Where is my little town?

Ye Zhangqing decided to leave this place, but what he never expected was that the people of Prison Immortal Town also clamored to leave together.

Their reasons were all sorts of strange and varied.

Among them was an old man with a full head of white hair and little lifespan left, who solemnly told Ye Zhangqing that he wanted to go out for training to seek an opportunity.

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing felt his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

He thought to himself, you old man have one foot in the grave, what opportunity are you still chasing?

So he patiently tried to persuade him with kind words.

But the old man was unmoved and stubbornly held his view.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing helplessly shook his head, thinking further talk useless, he simply stopped wasting words, took out the immortal boat Bai Yuan had given him from his bosom, and prepared to set off.

This immortal boat came from Cooking King Immortal City, its fittings naturally complete and perfect, flawless.

Just as Ye Zhangqing took out the immortal boat, the onlookers saw it and immediately began to imitate him.

Those who already had an immortal boat needed no words, they quickly activated their own treasures; while those without one had earlier agreed to share, a few people boarding one boat sufficed.

Thus everyone made full preparations.

Ye Zhangqing lightly leapt onto the immortal boat, then drove his mana to make it fly into the air.

In an instant, the immortal boat shot across the sky like a streak of light.

The next second, a shocking scene appeared: within Prison Immortal Town, hundreds of various immortal boats flew out in quick succession.

Like a flock of migrating birds, they tightly followed Ye Zhangqing behind him, mighty and grand, a sight rarely seen.

The immortal boat Ye Zhangqing rode was like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, charging ahead at breakneck speed, its velocity astonishing.

Behind him, hundreds of immortal boats of different sizes and shapes followed closely, like a group of loyal followers arranged neatly.

The decks of these immortal boats were filled with people from Prison Immortal Town, each face beaming with high spirits.

Some of them were natives of Prison Immortal Town, most of whom had never stepped out of the town in half their lives.

Although venturing out inevitably stirred some anxiety, their hearts were filled more with uncontainable excitement and anticipation.

Especially when they thought of tasting the delicious dishes Ye Zhangqing would personally cook, their strong anticipation lessened a bit.

After all, Ye Zhangqing's culinary skill was famous throughout Prison Immortal Town, known to all.

However, the larger portion of the crowd consisted of people who had come from the outside world.

Before they chose to settle in Prison Immortal Town, no one knew exactly what roles they played in the outside world or what unique experiences they had.

After arriving in Prison Immortal Town and living a reclusive life, everyone tacitly avoided discussing their past stories.

For these people, Prison Immortal Town was nothing short of an ideal place to retreat.

Once they set foot on this land, their past affairs became like passing clouds, insignificant and no longer worth mentioning.

Whether original residents of Prison Immortal Town or later newcomers, at this moment everyone unhesitatingly followed Ye Zhangqing's steps, decisively bidding farewell to the warm home they had lived in for years.

Moreover, there were those who brought their whole families, young and old, closely following Ye Zhangqing onto the road leaving their homeland.

Among those several immortal boats, a mother was seen holding her young child, who looked up with an innocent face and asked.

"Mother, where are we headed?"

The mother smiled faintly and replied gently.

"Dear child, we are going to explore the vast and colorful great thousand world."

However, the child remained doubtful, blinking his big eyes as he asked again.

"But didn't Dad always say the outside is full of dangers?"

At that moment, footsteps were heard; a burly middle-aged man stepped out from the cabin.

This man was precisely the child's father.

Upon hearing the child's words, he immediately waved his hand and spoke loudly.

"What nonsense, when did I ever say such a thing? As a proper man, I should roam the world and gallop the four seas—how can I stay cooped up at home all day? Moreover, you're already grown; if you don't go out to train, how will you ever become accomplished?"

After speaking, he fixed his gaze on his own child, full of expectation.

Unexpectedly, after hearing that, the child showed a strange expression, pouted and retorted.

"Dad, are you really not just following us out because you're greedy for Uncle Ye's delicious cooking?"

As soon as he said that, it was like a thunderclap; the middle-aged man froze, his face flushing red, looking embarrassed.

After a brief hesitation, he then forced himself to stay calm and scolded.

"Don't spout nonsense; I'm doing this for your own good—there's nothing of the sort you claim."

The children only knew that Ye Zhangqing's food was tasty, and naturally could not grasp deeper matters.

Thus, hundreds of immortal boats, led by Ye Zhangqing, left Prison Immortal Town heading south, a magnificent sight.

When we came, it was just one person; when we left, we became a whole town's people—what do you call this?

In the leading immortal boat, Ye Zhangqing wore a look of helplessness.

He had originally thought of shaking them off, after all this immortal boat was a gift from Bai Yuan, its grade not low, and its speed was superior.

As long as he threw off the people behind, they wouldn't be able to find him and would naturally return.

But after trying just now, it was absurd—none of the immortal boats the Prison Immortal Town folks rode were of low grade.

He had already pushed the speed to the limit, yet couldn't open any distance at all.

The hundred-plus boats behind still followed him with ease—could Bai Yuan's gift be a defective product?

But impossible; Bai Yuan's gifts are always top-notch, so it must be that those hundred-plus boats behind are also not inferior.

Their grades are at least on par with his own boat.

Unable to shake them or persuade them, Ye Zhangqing simply gave up, going along with them—since he hadn't decided where to go next, he'd just go wherever.

A whole town's people followed Ye Zhangqing away, and several days later, outside the town, a spatial rift appeared, from which three figures stepped out.

The three all wore weary smiles as they spoke.

Finally settled, and we even caught the mealtime—let's go, head to Prison Immortal Tower to eat first.

Haha, I've been craving this bite for a while.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.