Chapter 1163

But likewise, they didn't have enough evidence to prove it—speculation was only an assumption, and sufficient evidence was needed to prove it.

Lin Cheng and the others had just finished their discussion in the room when the entire giant ship suddenly began to move; the white giant ship weighed anchor and slowly departed the harbor under the gaze of the many passengers on shore.

The sudden lurching sensation nearly made the three of them fall, but they quickly steadied themselves and regained their footing.

The giant ship was clearly much faster than an ordinary vessel; gazing at the scenery of the opposite shore through the room's window, their stomachs couldn't help but growl.

Miss Qianhui and General Ji Xia had actually been hungry for a while too, but since Lin Cheng hadn't brought it up, they were too embarrassed to mention it.

"You must be hungry too, let's go check out the restaurant on the third floor together."

"Okay!"

The third-floor restaurant.

There were quite a few martial artists like them who had boarded in such a hurry that they hadn't eaten lunch.

While eating, Lin Cheng and the others dined on various seafood dishes unique to the seaside, and at their ears they could overhear some veiled talk about the mysterious Young Master.

Those martial artists were equally puzzled as to why there were only martial artists on this ship; presumably they were just like Lin Cheng and the others, full of curiosity about the mysterious Young Master and this ship.

However, judging from the scraps of information from their mouths, nothing useful was heard.

It wasn't hard to guess they had probably been given the cold shoulder by the crew, just like Lin Cheng.

An uneventful afternoon—Lin Cheng stayed in his room studying mechanism arts and the demonic path, instantly claiming his previous rewards, and his cultivation smoothly rose by one level.

However, regarding the random skills and random blueprints, he wasn't in a hurry to draw them.

Miss Qianhui was also in the next room diligently cultivating to lose weight.

General Ji Xia, on the other hand, had nothing to do and wandered all over the entire ship; aside from a few places she couldn't go—such as the fifth floor that hadn't opened yet, and the crew's first floor, the bridge, and the captain's cabin—every other place had been scouted by her.

As Lin Cheng had anticipated, she didn't obtain any useful information; some news she heard in the casino was nothing more than the evening's opening of the arena tournament and the betting pools that would be opened, with the specific odds to be determined later based on the strength of both competitors.

Dinner time.

Lin Cheng and the others arrived at the third-floor restaurant early; unlike lunch, in the evening one could order whatever one wanted to eat.

Dinner had long been prepared by the kitchen staff and was being meticulously plated, displayed in prominent positions like a modern buffet—guests could take whatever they wanted according to their needs.

But this aristocratic-style dining method, when faced with a bunch of uncouth martial artists, made for a scene as chaotic as could possibly be.

When these martial artists heard they could help themselves, the scene was like a mad scramble.

Fortunately, Lin Cheng and the others had arrived early, so only a scattered few martial artists were scrambling for food.

Consciously avoiding these scrambling martial artists, they chose the food they liked and placed it on their plates, eating quietly.

This scene, falling into the eyes of that slovenly captain from before, made it instantly clear to him that the origins of Lin Cheng's group of three were by no means as simple as ordinary martial artists; only this aristocratic self-service dining method—and the fact that they were so familiar with it—clearly indicated their identities were extraordinary.

However, he didn't pay much more attention to Lin Cheng's group of three, because aristocratic dining was simply too dull.

Compared to that, on the other side the martial artists frantically scrambling for food—even coming to blows over it—was far more entertaining.

As time passed, more and more martial artists arrived at the third-floor restaurant; upon learning that they could freely take whatever they wanted to eat, these martial artists went completely wild, joining the frantic scramble just like the previous ones, not caring at all whether they actually liked the food—grabbing it was all that mattered.

By this time, Lin Cheng and the others were already full and content, completely ignoring the increasingly chaotic situation in the restaurant as they walked straight toward the exit.

As they walked out of the restaurant, a crew member told them that the fifth floor was now open, and that evening an arena tournament performance would be held. The Lishi Society would stage duels between martial artists—the matches would be spectacular and not to be missed, and one could even take the field personally; martial artists who achieved ten wins could also receive generous prizes gifted by the Young Master.

"．'It will probably start in half a time-period, please don't miss it 〃〃!'" This time the crew member actually wore a smile, but unfortunately, Lin Cheng and the others, now on their guard, looked at that smile and couldn't help feeling there was some conspiracy behind it.

Still, the outward appearance had to be maintained; Lin Cheng nodded in agreement as if nothing were amiss.