NOVPUBYing He and Li Yingfu were both Nascent Soul Cultivators, and how could they not perceive the uniqueness in Wang Ba’s current state?
They immediately held their breath and composed themselves, not daring to cause any disturbance.
They also isolated the Rogue Cultivators on the deck, ensuring they would not disturb Wang Ba.
Wang Ba stood on the deck. He hadn’t pondered for too long before his senses returned to him.
He said apologetically,
"I’ve kept you both waiting."
"Not at all. Chief Division Master, your talent is unparalleled and truly enviable,"
Ying He spoke sincerely.
Wang Ba couldn’t help but let out a wry smile upon hearing this. He was far from having unparalleled talent. He had simply learned too much and too widely, and unknowingly he had accumulated a profound foundation, enabling him to perceive many things with the slightest trigger.
This was not talent, but more the result of persistence and effort after birth.
Well, it had nothing to do with anything else.
But he couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, he always felt that after ascending to the position of Chief Division Master, the flattery from those around him seemed to have increased unconsciously.
He made no attempt to argue and soon recalled a question that had not yet been resolved:
"Enforcer Ying, you just mentioned the extreme northern cold current..."
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot... This extreme northern cold current, above the Northsea Continent, is usually so powerful that no one but a Divine Transformation Ancestor would dare to face it. However, when the Path of North Sea is about to open, the warm current from the east, from Tianmo Continent, will counteract it. Although it can’t dispel the cold current, it will form a relatively safe air corridor. Moreover, within that turbulent flow, the speed is extremely fast, and following it, one can almost rival the speed of the geographical currents,"
Ying He hurriedly explained.
"Oh? There’s such a wonder?"
Wang Ba and Li Yingfu marveled upon hearing this.
The world is truly full of wonders.
Both of them felt their horizons had been greatly broadened.
However, afterwards, Wang Ba did not return to his cabin, instead he placed a futon directly on the deck, and even opened his magic barrier, leaving his face exposed to the blizzards.
After all, he had also cultivated his physical body, and although he felt the cold, it was unlikely to cause him any harm.
On the contrary, the blizzards were more conducive to his understanding of the Ride the Wind Six Methods.
Therefore, he simply faced the snow and wind, contemplating his cultivation.
Seeing this, Ying He couldn’t help but view Wang Ba with a few more degrees of respect.
Previously, Ying He had shown great deference to Wang Ba not only because his master was a practitioner who attains spiritual transformation, and because his own status was high and valued by the sect’s upper echelons.
But now, he had also come to recognize Wang Ba as a person.
In the midst of the howling blizzards,
The iron ship broke through layers of thick ice and glaciers upon the sea...
After another two days,
The ice layer gradually thinned out, and the blizzards gradually ceased.
Until the dark seas appeared once again in everyone’s sight.
The waves, carrying pieces of ice not yet fully melted, crashed against the iron ship without leaving a trace.
"We’ve just passed the perimeter, and now we’ve reached the vicinity of Juhai Pass,"
Ying He explained.
Wang Ba nodded slightly.
Over the past few days, he had also gained a general understanding of the route.
Leaving the shore, there would be a stretch of frozen sea, affected by the extreme northern cold current.
And near Juhai Pass, the higher altitudes remained extremely cold.
But the temperature of the sea’s surface had become moderately warmer.
However, once they passed Juhai Pass, they would encounter even more astonishing coldness, but by that time, they would be nearing the Path of North Sea.
"It’s time to accelerate,"
Ying He then instructed the Rogue Cultivators.
The iron ship lifted off, skimming the sea surface, and sped toward the north.
They did not dare to fly too high, for just a bit higher, and the temperature would plummet drastically.
The waves here also began to grow more violent.
The wind was fierce, and the waves were high.
And occasionally, the sound of thunder rumbled in the sky, though it never seemed to strike down.
Wang Ba raised his hand.
A current of air, carrying the chill of dampness, began to swirl in the palm of his hand.
In his eyes, a slight smile began to emerge.
"Lucky indeed, not only have I comprehended ’cold,’ but I’ve also gained some insights into ’dampness.’"
He then no longer stayed at the bow and returned to the cabin.
...
Above the sea surface, the gloomy wind roared furiously.
An elder with white flecked beard stood on a dilapidated bamboo raft.
His robe was bloodstained and tattered beyond recognition.
Exposed were muscles like carved sculptures.
He was tall and burly, and though his hair and beard were white and disheveled.
He still had a spirited and robust appearance, with a weather-beaten face that bore eyes shining sharply, exuding an intimidating aura like that of a grand tiger or a soaring eagle.
However, his uncontrollably heavy breathing betrayed the difficulty of his current state.
Around him.
Three Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivators, each engulfed in surging Demonic Flame, also bore some damage.
Compared to the elder, these three were in much better condition.
Yet all three of them dared not underestimate the elder, their faces solemn.
To encircle and suppress this man, they had come with more than just themselves, but aside from these three Nascent Soul Cultivators, all other Golden Core Craftsmen had already perished in this deep sea.
Despite having tried their best to overestimate this man’s strength, in actual combat, they found that they had still underestimated him.
Thus, they had chased him to this place without having subdued him yet.
"With a mortal’s body, you wield such power and can even barely fight against Nascent Soul Cultivators, truly worthy of the title ’Patriarch of True Martial’!"
"But this is as far as you go!"
One Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator said coldly.
The elder stood on the bamboo raft, letting the waves push the raft up and down, yet he himself remained steadfast.
Even in a difficult state and severely wounded, his gaze was still as sharp as a hawk’s, and he said in a deep voice:
"I’d like to know how you learned of my whereabouts."
His question, however, was derided:
"Heh, after serving the Three Continents for so long, don’t you understand?"
"In their eyes, you are no different from pigs and dogs, no, perhaps they are even wary of you!"
"But that’s not important anymore. Once you’re dead, the Dao of True Martial that has spread will soon be severed, and that will be enough... What I’m more curious about is, do you, a mortal, really possess such astounding Talent that you’ve independently developed Dao of True Martial? Although this path does not concern immortality, the fact that a mortal could match a Nascent Soul within a mere few decades is too incredible; it likely comes from some inheritance..."
"If you come clean, we might even spare you a path to live."
"Astounding Talent? Inheritance?"
Upon hearing this, the elder burst into hearty laughter, then his smile vanished, and a fierce look suddenly solidified on his leathery, wrinkled face:
"Want it? Then let’s see if you have the qualifications to take it!"
"I only regret that, despite my best efforts, my time is coming to an end, and I cannot push Dao of True Martial to greater heights!"
"Otherwise, what right would you nobodies have to be insolent before me!"
"If I am to die today, I want you pretentious immortals to understand what a mortal’s rage is like!"
As he spoke.
He suddenly stomped violently with his foot!
His entire body leaped high from the bamboo raft.
The last bit of the raft instantly shattered.
His Qi and Blood surged wildly, like a fully-activated air pump, with a thunderous sound that never stopped within his body!
Countless streams of red steam erupted from his seven orifices!
His whole form became a swift, blood-colored streak of light.
With a thunderous crash, he hurled himself towards one of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators!
The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator dared not be negligent, his expression turned serious as mana quickly poured into his defensive tool.
But in the next second, the three of them suddenly froze.
They saw the blood-colored streak of light, just as it was about to smash into the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, suddenly veered towards another area of the deep sea!
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators were instantly furious!
"Don’t let him escape!"
Amidst the turbulent waves.
A finely crafted iron ship could be seen rapidly approaching from afar.
