Chapter 1152: Long Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1152: Old Friend Appears!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship lay horizontally amidst the Chaos Fog, its hundred-zhang hull like an ancient giant beast.

The ship's prow was a complete Thunder Dragon head.

The dragon's mouth was slightly open, its tusks gloomy.

Dragon whiskers coiled with crackling purple lightning.

Deep within the dragon pupils, a wisp of gloomy ink-black light had appeared, intertwining with the purple lightning—not clashing, but growing even more profound and weighty.

The hull was covered in thunder jade scales, each scale gleaming with cold light where purple lightning and yin cold intertwined, and between the thunder patterns seeped faintly visible ink-black hues.

At the ship's stern hung an illusory ink-black anchor shadow, its anchor body swirling with killing qi, twisting the aura of the entire giant ship from pure thunder might into an oppressive pressure combining thunderstorms and the Netherworld.

Now it could cleave through shocking waves and surge into the deep Yin River where dark currents raged, ignoring everything as if walking on flat ground.

At this moment it lay quietly in the void, purple lightning crackling, ink-black light flowing silently.

Xu Zhangqing tapped his toe lightly, his figure drifting down to land on the ship's prow.

The Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship let out a low dragon's roar, as if responding to its Master's arrival.

The hull trembled slightly, thunder jade scales rising one by one, purple lightning and ink-black light weaving into a great net of light that enveloped the entire ship.

"Go."

Xu Zhangqing's mind stirred, and the Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship broke through the Chaos Fog, heading straight for the depths of the Chaos Sea.

Along the way, all sorts of strange species' remains and magic treasure fragments—anything floating in the Chaos Sea—the Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship accepted without refusal.

The dragon head at the prow opened its maw and swallowed all these things in one gulp.

Each time it swallowed something, the thunder patterns and ink-black light deepened another layer.

A fragment of an ancient treasure from who knows what era drifted past.

The dragon head opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing it clean in an instant.

At the same time, several thunder jade scales on the hull immediately gleamed with an ancient bronze luster, but were soon assimilated by the ink-black light.

Not long after, a group of secondary chaos species' corpses floated ahead; the dragon head took them all without exception, not even leaving bone fragments.

After swallowing them, the illusory ink-black anchor shadow at the ship's stern visibly solidified somewhat, and its killing qi grew denser as well.

Xu Zhangqing stood at the prow watching this scene, feeling quite moved in his heart.

Speaking of it, this ship was still a gift from Li Lingbi back when he was a spirit farmer at the Dongting Immortal Sect in the Tianyuan Realm.

Back then, the Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship was merely an ordinary magic treasure, nowhere near as mighty as now.

Its only feature was that it could eat anything.

And whatever it ate could be fused into itself.

Equivalent to, this ship could evolve without limit.

Now even Xu Zhangqing didn't know where its limit lay.

As they continued deeper into the Chaos Sea, figures of cultivators gradually appeared around them.

Some rode star boats.

Some rode mounts.

Some tread upon flying magic treasures.

Everyone kept a safe distance, advancing toward the same direction.

These people's first reaction upon seeing the Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship was without exception to move aside and avoid it.

The hundred-zhang giant ship was already eye-catching, the dragon head at its prow was ferocious beyond compare, and the oppressive pressure of thunderstorms and the Netherworld emanating from the hull could be felt from dozens of li away.

Even more critical was that only one person stood on the ship.

At this stage, those who dared to drive such a ship alone into the depths of the Chaos Sea were either fools or possessed absolute confidence.

No one was willing to probe, and no one actively approached.

Occasionally, a few chaos soldier beasts that didn't know what was good for them emerged, but after sensing the Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship's pressure from afar, they turned tail and fled instead.

One snake-shaped soldier beast over five hundred zhang in body size hid a bit too slowly and was struck by a bolt of purple lightning spat out by the dragon head, exploding into two pieces on the spot; its remains were sucked into the dragon head's mouth in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss!"

"What on earth is this thing?"

"I've lived over three thousand years and have never seen this thing!"

This scene fell into the eyes of surrounding cultivators, who all gasped and hid even farther away.

And as they continued deeper, the number of cultivators grew more and more, and competition grew increasingly fierce.

Treasures emerging from the depths of the Chaos Sea were more than ten times those of the edge regions.

From time to time, a treasure light shot into the sky, drawing dozens or even hundreds of cultivators to scramble for it.

Someone snatched a magic treasure fragment and was immediately assassinated by someone behind them.

Someone had just grabbed a chaos spirit herb and hadn't even warmed it yet before being besieged by three or four people.

The safe distance previously maintained vanished completely before the temptation of treasures.

Xu Zhangqing did not participate in these struggles.

The Lei Ming Yin Dragon Ship itself was the greatest harvester; he didn't need to fight others for anything.

Chaos spirit materials, strange species crystal cores, magic treasure fragments—the dragon head at the prow would automatically devour everything of value.

Just then, a heaven-shaking roar suddenly came from ahead.

Immediately after, a massive wave from the Chaos Sea surged up from the depths.

That huge wave was of unknown height, thousands of zhang; its width, unknown, hundreds of li.

Wrapping dense Chaos Fog, like a boundless gray city wall, it crushed toward everyone.

Atop the wave lightning flashed and thunder roared; faintly visible were countless Unique Species corpses and Magic Treasure fragments, wrapped within.

"Huge wave!"

"Could it be a Supreme Treasure manifesting?"

"Such a great commotion, it must be!"

"Charge!"

In an instant, countless cultivators rushed toward the huge wave, vying to be first.

However, as the huge wave drew nearer, everyone froze in unison.

At the wave's crest was no Supreme Treasure at all, but a single small boat!

The small boat was merely a zhang or so in size, its hull mottled and old, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

At the bow sat a man who looked about forty years old, wearing a blue robe washed white, a worn bamboo hat on his head.

His face was lean, carrying a few parts the air of a pedantic scholar.

In his hand he gripped a fishing rod made of bamboo, the line dangling into the Chaos Fog, who knows what he was fishing for.

Clearly the huge wave surged, thunder roaring all around.

Yet he did not move a muscle, like he was sunbathing by the pond in his own backyard.

A single small boat, a pedantic scholar.

Just so leisurely, fishing atop the huge wave.

The surrounding cultivators saw clearly, and many faces changed slightly as they retreated one after another.

"Isn't this the Agent of the Master of Gui Xu?"

"The Diao Yu Zhe?"

"How did he come here!"

"Judging by the look of it, he's also here for the Universe Tide..."

"Heard this person's cultivation is unfathomable?"

"Go quickly, don't get too close."

The crowd discussed heatedly, their tone carrying deep dread.

The Master of Gui Xu's name, in the entire Endless Star Domain and even the Chaos Sea, is a legendary existence.

And as the Agent of the Master of Gui Xu, this pedantic scholar's weight is self-evident.

Just as everyone was retreating, Xu Zhangqing smiled.

He stood at the bow of the Lei Ming Yin Longzhou, his gaze crossing the surging Chaos Fog.

That lean face had a few more wrinkles than back then, but that pedantic scholar air, and the fishing rod that forever catches no fish, he would absolutely not mistake!