parentshiftbook Chapter 218: Campfire on the Deck, The Inkfish's Recruitment
Chapter 218: Campfire on the Deck, The Inkfish's Recruitment
"Brother Zhang, this is a rare opportunity, so I'll be going now!" Yue Shan clasped his hands in a fist salute to the two men, left them with these words, and then leaped out of the flying boat.
Zhang Shuai smiled nonchalantly: "That big guy doesn't know that haste makes waste. The dragon's sucking water has only just begun; there's no treasure to be found yet. Going out now and getting caught is not a good idea."
After saying that, he nodded to Zhang Ping and returned to the cabin.
In the end, only Zhang Ping remained, holding the paper, frowning as he gazed into the darkness in the distance.
Just then, a voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to seek out opportunities?"
Hearing the sound, Zhang Ping turned around and saw two enormous mountain peaks and a snow-white abyss between them. He quickly looked up and barely managed to meet those fish-like eyes.
"Greetings, Captain Mo!"
The newcomer was none other than Mo Yu. Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the other person approaching from behind. If it was an enemy with the intention of launching a sneak attack, wouldn't that be dangerous?
While remaining wary, he was also curious as to why the squid had sought him out alone. Could it be related to what he had said earlier?
Mo Yu heard what he said, but that wasn't the reason she sought out Zhang Ping.
With long arms wrapped around his chest, Mo Yu looked down at Zhang Ping's overly youthful face and stated his purpose:
"Fellow Daoist isn't very old. Judging from your boarding ticket, you haven't joined any faction?"
Guessing the purpose of the squid's visit, Zhang Ping was slightly taken aback, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the hands hanging down.
That's right, he's actually not even thirty years old this year, and his cultivation level isn't the result of hard work. Compared to other cultivators, he looks ridiculously young!
Although Zhang Ping had noticed it before, he didn't take it seriously. After all, once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, it is enough to restore one's appearance to a youthful state, and one cannot judge one's age simply by looking at one's appearance.
This cuttlefish either has a keen eye for people and possesses sharp insight, or it has cultivated a special skill.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ping said calmly, "Mo Zhou is right. I have never joined any other forces."
"Is that so? Would you be willing to join the Flying Pavilion?" Squid asked with a smile.
These words made Zhang Ping breathe a slight sigh of relief, and he shook his head, saying, "Thank you for your appreciation, Captain Mo, but I currently have no intention of joining any faction. Moreover, since Captain Mo has seen my information, he naturally knows that I am going to Penglai Immortal City."
Nine out of ten people who go to Penglai Immortal City are there to make a living, especially cultivators who have never joined any powerful faction and mostly choose to be independent cultivators.
Cuttlefish naturally knew this; over the years, as captain, she had seen countless men. But either they were unhappy in Penglai Immortal City, or many years later they contacted her, wanting to join the Flying Pavilion.
But opportunities are fleeting, and the Flying Pavilion does not need people who have achieved nothing for decades.
She clearly regarded Zhang Ping as one of those people.
Zhang Ping was unaware of this, and he didn't care about the hint of regret in Mo Yu's eyes; he had his own path to walk.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, his path will be easier and more relaxed.
After being refused, Cuttlefish clearly had no interest in talking again; her initiative to speak was merely out of curiosity.
Zhang Ping watched the cuttlefish leave and then returned to his room.
In the dark world, time passes unnoticed.
After an unknown amount of time, the cultivators who had gone out began to return one after another.
The demonic beasts attracted by the waterspout directly beneath the flying boat had already been wiped out by the swarming cultivators at the beginning, and now, on their return journey, they slaughtered another batch.
Within a radius of ten miles, it is difficult to spot any powerful monsters.
Zhang Ping was sitting cross-legged, honing his skills in applying his Soul Sea abilities. After reaching peak proficiency in his Soul Sea, a new ability emerged, known as the Soul-Stealing Needle!
It is a method of attacking another person's consciousness.
It is very convenient to use in battle.
Just then, there was a loud banging on the door.
Zhang Ping stopped cultivating, opened the door, and saw Yue Shan, whose body was still stained with blood.
He looked very excited, and his whole being radiated the joy of his achievement.
"Brother Zhang, that guy Zhang Shuai got lucky and found a big razor clam. It's being grilled on the deck right now. Let's go over and have some together."
Zhang Ping pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Well, let's see how your harvest is, Brother Yue."
As you walk from the cabin to the deck, you see many cultivators coming and going. Some cultivators at the Marrow Transformation Realm don't have storage bags, so they can only use special storage bags to pack valuable spiritual items to take back.
Even the five-meter-wide passageway in the ship's cabin was somewhat crowded.
"Come on, everyone, make way, make way!" A voice called out from the front, and a strong smell of blood rushed into the cabin.
The short monk carried a package three or four times his size, taking up most of the passageway and blocking others behind him, while those in front were also driven away by him.
Zhang Ping frowned slightly upon smelling the unpleasant stench of blood.
Someone, annoyed, cursed, "You son of a bitch, why are you shoving all sorts of things into the hold? Don't you know it smells awful?!"
The short man had his head down, so his face couldn't be seen. He forced a nod and said with a forced smile, "Fellow Daoist, please don't be angry. I had no choice. It's just that the heart of this dragon-claw shrimp is so rare, it would be a waste to throw it away."
Lobster heart?
The others who were about to start digging into his family tree silently shut their mouths. This thing called a dragon prawn was a real pain. Its shell was incredibly hard, and its sharp pincers were so sharp that few people in the marrow-penetrating realm could withstand being pinched by them.
With a heart this big, even if it hasn't reached the Divine Realm yet, it's not far off.
The person who had been cursing earlier changed his expression slightly, lowered his head, slowed down, and quietly hid behind.
Seeing that no one else wanted to say anything more, the short man continued walking forward with a forced smile, one by one.
As he passed by Zhang Ping and the other man, he also looked up and faced them.
Zhang Ping got a clear look at the short man's face. He had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, triangular eyes, a goatee, and two thin, long mustaches.
The two passed each other.
In the instant they passed each other, Zhang Ping subtly sensed a peculiar fluctuation of power emanating from his opponent, causing his fingers to tremble slightly.
He glanced back at the other person sideways.
This power... a demon slayer?
After getting past the blockage created by the short man, the rest of the way became much easier.
The two climbed the wooden steps onto the deck.
Suddenly, a variety of aromas wafted over!
The outside world remained dark, and the gale-force winds whipped up by the waterspout roared between heaven and earth. The cold lake water at the bottom, mixed with the air, caused the temperature to plummet!
On the deck, the shield erected by the airship blocked out all the noise from the outside world, and the cold wind could not let in a single sound.
Campfires blazed across the vast deck, and while the cultivators still carried a lingering aura of malevolence, it had largely dissipated. A few acquaintances sat together, roasting and enjoying the day's prey.
Monster meat not only tastes delicious, but it is also very useful for cultivators to replenish their qi and blood.
The dim, bright campfire flickered on Zhang Ping's face, and like Yue Shan, he saw Zhang Shuai, who had piled up the campfire in the place where the three of them usually slept.
Zhang Shuai built two exceptionally large campfires, almost taking up twice the space of the others. Above the fire, a large razor clam with a bluish-green shell was roasted until it turned red.
There were jars of various sizes on the ground, and Zhang Shuai smelled them one by one.