The gray beads were still dull, looking no different from ordinary beads, and Guo Zhou had never come out.
Feng Qianqian shook her beads and asked, "Senior Guo, are you there? Are you okay?"
The bead was still lying motionless on her hand, and she didn't get any response as expected.
If Senior Guo can come out, I don't know if he can remember the past.
"Uncle Li is not back on the island now. What is everyone doing now?"
Feng Qianqian's thoughts began to wander and she spent her first night in Feihaizhou.
...
After waking up, Feng Qianqian felt hungry, so she planned to fill her stomach first. When she got closer, she heard the sound of someone arguing.
"Su You'er! Don't go too far! If you don't sit in so many seats, you have to come and compete with me!"
On the vast and bright deck, there were more than a dozen tables. A young girl with an arrogant expression grabbed the woman who was speaking, and two expressionless people stood behind her.
"The location here has a great view. What's wrong with this girl just wanting to stay here? Get out of my way quickly, or I'll have someone throw you two off the boat. You must know that they are foundation-building monks."
The female cultivator surnamed Zhang paled when she heard this. There were very few foundation-building cultivators in the southwest sea, let alone meeting two of them this time. She was still a little scared.
It’s simply unreasonable! But she didn't want to be lectured by Senior Foundation Architect.
You must know that although the monks abide by the agreement not to attack mortals, there are many other ways to make people suffer.
I just heard the companion next to me say, "Little sister, there are so many seats next to us, let's just give them to her."
The female cultivator surnamed Zhang glared at Su You'er, "Humph! I won't argue with you!"
Feng Qianqian sat at the table and rolled her eyes. She felt that if Su Youer continued to make trouble unreasonably, she might be the one who was thrown off the boat.
Even if Su You'er has two foundation-building monks as his thugs, the monks on the ship cannot turn a blind eye, because this is equivalent to destroying Fei Haizhou's reputation for many years. Who will dare to ride on this ship in the future.
She saw the Zhang family brother and sister walking over, sitting at the table next to her and talking in a low voice.
"Little sister, don't pay attention to her. The Su family has Jindan monks in charge, and our Zhang family's highest level of cultivation is only at the peak of foundation building. It's better for us to go around and not offend her."
The female cultivator surnamed Zhang was still aggrieved. She thought she had never encountered such an unreasonable person.
You must know that in the southwest sea, the Zhang family, which has three foundation-building monks, still has some reputation outside.
"What about the Golden Core cultivator? If I join the seven major sects, whoever is not the God Transformation cultivator will be in charge, and how can I even take a look at the Su family!"
Feng Qianqian’s eyes lit up!
Transformation monk! It sounds more powerful than Qi refining, foundation building, and golden elixir!
At this time, a voice said from the side, "Don't think about it, how could the monk who transformed into gods take action for them."
Looking at the familiar girl in front of her, Feng Qianqian thought to herself that she didn't know this person.
The visitor seemed to understand her question and said, "Rong Xiaoling, the person who got on the ship today is also going to take the spiritual root test."
The two got to know each other for a while, and soon became familiar with each other, and continued to talk about the previous topic.
"If you let Monk Transformation God take action, you must first have a relationship with Monk Transformation God, and this must first be his direct disciple. But to become a direct disciple, you have to go through several rounds of competitions. There are no levels at this level. Not for hundreds of years.”
Feng Qianqian was discouraged and said, "Hundreds of years ago... I turned into clay and my soul returned to the sea. How could I become a god-transforming monk?"
Rong Xiaoling saw that she indeed had no common sense in the world of cultivation, so he patiently explained to her, "This is not necessarily true. Monks are not like mortals who have not yet entered the Tao. Their life span will increase exponentially with each level they advance to."
"For example, the oldest of the Zhenyuan Sect Huashen in Duize Realm is nearly 4,000 years old. If he can advance further, he will be able to ascend to the upper realm! At that time, he will have a lifespan of 10,000 years!"
Feng Qianqian was dumbfounded. This was information she had never been exposed to before. This was the benefit of coming out.
Fishing and sleeping on the island day after day, I don't want to live that boring life anymore.
The outside world is so exciting and the information is so well-informed. It’s really worth taking a trip.
If she joins the sect and learns her skills, wouldn’t the world allow her to roam around!
As the Fei Haizhou slowly sailed on the sea, Rong Xiaoling took a sip of tea and asked, "By the way, which sect do you want to enter when the time comes? I think Zhenyuan Sect, my cousin is an inner disciple of Zhenyuan Sect. , it would be nice to have someone take care of you if you go."
Feng Qianqian expressed doubts, then shook her head and said, "Zhen Yuan Sect? Is it very powerful, but I haven't decided which sect to go to."
"Yes, Zhenyuan Sect is the largest sect in Duize Realm, followed by Danding Sect, Jihuo Sect, and Xuanyu Sect. And the three sects according to their ranking are Qingguang Sect, Blood Rainbow Sect and Demon Slaughter Sect. These four sects and three sects are everyone’s priority. In the end, those who are rejected by the seven major sects, if they really want to join the sect, will go to some low-level sects.”
Hearing this, Feng Qianqian said, "That's it."
Feng Qianqian secretly remembered these useful information in her mind, thinking that she must buy the complete record of the world of cultivation and read it if she has the opportunity.
While the two were still chatting, a heavy fog suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky, coming hazy towards Fei Haizhou.
Upon seeing this, Rong Xiaoling said, "It seems that the Fei Haizhou has sailed into the southwest central sea. There are many reefs here and the weather is changeable. It is not suitable to sit here."
Feeling that Fei Haizhou was getting more and more bumpy, Feng Qianqian said, "Then let's go back first."
As soon as Feng Qianqian finished speaking, she heard the steward's voice on the ship, "Okay, the flying sea boat has sailed to the reef group. There will be some bumps in the next few days. Everyone on the deck should go back to the room! It's the best time these days. It’s better not to walk around on the deck!”
Everyone obeyed the steward's words and walked to the room.
Feng Qianqian sighed in her heart, Rong Xiaoling knew a lot, and she didn't know what her identity was.
I looked up at the fog surrounding me, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
Rong Xiaoling comforted her and said, "Don't worry, the ship is completely controlled by the spiritual power of the foundation-building monks, and it sails according to a special map. There is no problem of getting lost."
...
The next few days were boring, so Feng Qianqian went to chat with Rong Xiaoling and learned a lot of information about the monks.
As Fei Haizhou's ship traveled longer, more and more people were on board.
When no one came on the boat again, we drove for a few more days and finally arrived at Wangling Island.
"Okay, friends, Wangling Island has arrived, please get off the boat."
The first thing Feng Qianqian saw when she got off the boat was the huge port. Many ships similar to Fei Haizhou were parked around it, with people coming and going, and goods were unloaded from the ships from time to time.
Looking up to the front, I saw three words "Wangling Island" written domineeringly on the towering archway in front.
