NOVPUBThe ships along the coast rolled gently with the waves, the flags representing Jin fluttering in the wind, their massive hulls almost obscuring the sky.
Before each ship hung deep-sea Demonic Beasts caught in large fishing nets.
The beasts roared, but with the Talismans on the nets suppressing them, they were no different from ordinary fish and shrimp.
Ashore and on the ships, Cultivators were ceaselessly capturing these beasts with mana.
Under the guidance of the Cultivators, Wang Ba proceeded along the gangplank by the shore.
Wang Yi’an followed behind, looking around with both curiosity and astonishment.
His gaze reaching the great ships and sea beasts, Wang Ba frowned slightly:
"Are we running out of Spirit Beast Bags?"
A Nascent Soul Cultivator leading the way hurriedly explained:
"We are already coordinating that, it’s just that this breach resulted in a great number of sea beasts being washed up here, far more than we expected, and we were unprepared, so there’s indeed a bit of a tight squeeze."
After a rough calculation in his mind, Wang Ba nodded slightly.
"These sea beasts should make up for some of the losses from this battle."
"Exactly, these beasts were herded from the deep sea by the Thief Cultivators of the Three Continents with great effort, but they ended up as a boon for us,"
said the Nascent Soul Cultivator with a smile.
As they talked, he suddenly pointed at a large ship ahead:
"We’re here!"
Wang Ba and Wang Yi’an behind him both looked up immediately.
They saw a Mane Lion Eel, its body pitch-black and mane torn, coiled in a large net, suspended from the ship’s crane.
Despite its enormous size, when compared to the ship, even curled up, it was nearly half the size of the ship.
Noticing Wang Ba and the others pointing and looking down at it, it immediately reddened its eyes and slightly bent its neck and frayed mane whiskers, flicking its bright red tongue in an attempt to intimidate, much like a serpent.
But with the Talismans sealing the net, its threats were completely devoid of deterrence.
Wang Ba swept his Spiritual Sense across it and nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, that’s the one."
Then he looked to the guiding Nascent Soul Cultivator and said softly:
"Thank you for your efforts."
The Cultivator did not dare to neglect and quickly said:
"The Chief Division Master is too kind, shall I leave this matter to you and get on with other tasks?"
"Thank you."
Wang Ba said with a smile, raising a hand in salute.
The other party also hurriedly returned the gesture and then left.
Around them, the Cultivators on the various ships tactfully dispersed.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yi’an looked at Wang Ba thoughtfully.
"It seems that Dad’s status within the sect is quite high."
"Even the Nascent Soul Cultivators are so polite to Dad..."
Wang Ba, however, seemed unconcerned.
He moved his mind immediately.
His palm then retrieved the fishing net that enclosed the Mane Lion Eel.
He examined it carefully.
The Mane Lion Eel was seriously injured, and its Qi and Blood was extremely weak, clearly having been repeatedly exhausted by the Cultivators of Jin.
After confirming there were no fatal injuries, Mysterious Dragon Soldiers promptly arose from his body.
An immense amount of mana surged into him, directly probing into the net. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
In the midst of the Mane Lion Eel’s feeble struggle.
He quickly followed the Fetus Containing Incarnation Technique and wove his Spiritual Sense into a unique imprint, then pressed it into the Mane Lion Eel’s body.
Inside the net, sensing danger, the Mane Lion Eel immediately struggled violently.
However, in the vast disparity between mana and Soul, the red glow in its eyes quickly dissipated.
The faint shine of intelligence in its eyes also gradually dimmed.
Soon, its tense body eased, and its empty fish eyes dully gazed into the distance.
Wang Ba then collected it up.
After all, it was a place with many eyes.
Wang Ba’s gaze shifted slightly, landing on Wang Yi’an. Seeing he was about to speak but hesitated, he said:
"What is it?"
Wang Yi’an hesitated, then made up his mind and said:
"Dad, I still want to find Master and ask him to clarify my doubts about Sword Dao."
"You want to find Senior Brother Zhao?"
Wang Ba frowned slightly upon hearing this.
Zhao Feng was not on Fengyu Mountain at this time but was in Juhai City, along with Heavenly Master Lv Zhuangmei and others, facing the Cultivators of the Three Continents.
If Wang Yi’an went at this time, it would only distract Zhao Feng and be of no benefit.
After thinking it over, he asked:
"Is it just doubts about Sword Dao?"
Wang Yi’an nodded.
Wang Ba then made a decision:
"Then it’s fine. You can’t go to Senior Brother Zhao, but Dad can find you someone even more formidable."
"Someone more formidable?"
Wang Yi’an was startled and then quickly said:
"Dad, the Sword Dao of Xinjian Peak is different from others; who else could you find?"
Wang Ba waved his hand:
"You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll take care of it."
Wang Yi’an was a bit skeptical.
But having heard about his father’s astonishing performance on the battlefield these past days, he no longer dared to underestimate Wang Ba like before.
Rather, he began to look forward to it.
"Dad seems to have a high position here, could it be he’ll find a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator from Longevity Sect to instruct me?"
The Sword Cultivators of Longevity Sect’s intricacies were no less than those of Xinjian Peak.
If he could receive guidance from a Sword Cultivator of Longevity Sect, using that inspiration as a means to improve his own Sword Dao would be quite good.
Wang Ba then left.
Wang Yi’an, meanwhile, went to a specially arranged ship, joining the Golden Core Cultivators in dealing with various sea beasts, repairing the dike, patrolling the seas, among other tasks.
Despite some mistakes, since he was Wang Ba’s legitimate son, the Cultivators here were very tolerant and did not hesitate to give advice.
In a very short time, Wang Yi’an had matured quite a bit, and there was a newfound steadiness in his brow that he had not had while in the sect.
...
Along the newly constructed dike.
By the seaside.
Inside a highly regulated temporary immortal cave.
Wang Ba, dividing a sliver of his Spiritual Sence to constantly monitor Wang Yi’an, nodded slightly.
