Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The fleet has been away from Baichuan Immortal City for three months.

Lin Zhao cultivates for three hours every day.

Although it's called cultivation, the spiritual energy supply on the ship is very limited. The spiritual energy is prioritized for the ship's formations, and the spiritual energy allocated to him is barely enough to reach the edge of a second-tier spiritual vein.

If you want to cultivate properly, you either need to use spirit stones or draw that meager spiritual energy from the sea.

Drawing upon spiritual energy for a day is not as effective as meditating for an incense stick in the sect.

However, he didn't care. He had been wandering around for more than a year, and his cultivation had fallen behind. He would just treat it as a chance to hone his sword intent and temper his divine sense.

After finishing his cultivation that day, he opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black outside the window again.

Dark clouds pressed in close to the sea, and before the rain even arrived, the wind had already whipped up huge waves.

Another storm.

That's how the weather is at sea—it comes and goes quickly.

He didn't even have the interest to look at it again, and pushed the door open to go out.

There is a dining hall on the second floor, exclusively for Foundation Establishment cultivators. At sea, there is no shortage of meat from various sea beasts, and the price is so cheap it's practically free.

Thunder roared outside the window, and the torrential rain finally began to pour down, splashing a fine mist as it hit the ship's protective shield.

The monks ate and drank as they pleased, and nobody paid them any attention.

After finishing his meal, he went downstairs to the first floor. This was the area for Qi Refining cultivators, and unlike the quiet upstairs, it was much noisier.

It's a melting pot of all sorts of people—sellers, buyers, information brokers, gamblers, and gangsters.

The ground was covered with stalls selling all kinds of spiritual materials, animal hides, demon cores, and demon beast meat, piled up like small mountains.

This is also a trading venue.

Lin Zhao wandered around the cluttered stalls and, with good luck, acquired a piece of mid-grade second-tier Wood Spirit Coral.

The coral was bluish-gray all over, slightly cool to the touch, and a faint bluish glow seeped from the broken edges.

Lin Zhao's two clones can advance in sync with his main body. His Five Mountains clone, equipped with a Spirit Gathering Pearl, can advance directly without requiring resources.

A clone of the Azure Lotus won't do; you need to collect resources to advance it yourself.

The original text states that the Azure Lotus clone is already an adult and needs to learn to take care of itself.

This thing is of some use in improving the cultivation of the Azure Lotus clone, but it's better than nothing.

He walked around the stalls again, but didn't find anything else, so he turned back.

The fleet's rule was that they could go out to hunt monsters during the day, but had to return to the ship at night.

Qi Refining cultivators generally dared not go out; instead, they stayed by the side of the ship, casting spells and using magical artifacts to hunt low-level demonic beasts on the sea.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators would go out in teams, but they wouldn't go far, just wandering around the thirty second-tier sea ships on the outskirts.

Of course, this is only the official rule.

The management of third-tier sea ships is stricter, but it's common for Foundation Establishment cultivators on second-tier ships to go out hunting demons at night.

However, there are also many dangers at night, especially for certain large animals—they also like to come out at night to forage.

Less than three months after setting sail, one of the second-tier sea ships was targeted by something at night. A large chunk of the stern was bitten off, resulting in the deaths of over a hundred cultivators. Repairing the ship also cost a large sum of spirit stones.

Lin Zhao also went out a few times.

Unfortunately, the spiritual energy in the nearby sea is low, so you only encounter first-tier demonic beasts, and second-tier ones are extremely rare.

He hunted two second-tier beasts and returned, but after calculating the spiritual energy consumed and the gains, he realized it was not worth it, so he simply decided not to go out again.

I've heard that in the depths of the Endless Demon Sea, there are places where third-tier demon beasts congregate.

One trip out yields the same rewards as a hundred trips from here.

Night has fallen.

The cultivators who went out to hunt demons returned one after another, and the deck gradually became lively.

If we can't go out to hunt monsters, then we'll go fishing.

Lin Zhao went up to the third floor, carrying a blue fishing rod. There were already quite a few people on the third floor, gathered in twos and threes.

He walked toward the corner.

A young monk was sitting cross-legged on the deck, meditating.

He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a thin face, and was meditating with his eyes closed.

Monk Puhui.

Lin Zhao tossed the fishing rod over the side of the boat, and the fishing line silently disappeared into the night sea. Then he began to talk casually.

"Master, how many did you catch today?"

Pu Hui closed his eyes, his lips twitching slightly. He said helplessly, "This humble monk does not fish."

"That won't do; even monks need to eat."

"This humble monk has fasted."

"While fasting is one thing, the desires of the mouth and stomach are still desires; it's better to go with the flow than to force them."

"Which tastes better, the vegetarian food at your temple or the roasted seafood on the ship?"

Pu Hui opened her eyes and looked at him helplessly.

This person is bothering him again.

During this period, Lin Zhao came to him every day to "fish".

They said they were going fishing, and they brought a fishing rod, but they didn't catch a single fish.

I just sat next to him and chatted, talking about all sorts of things, from the price of spiritual materials to the weather at sea, and from the weather at sea to Buddhist practices.

If it weren't for the fact that he was no match for him, Pu Hui would really like to show him how powerful he was, having been invincible throughout Nanguang Temple.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and continued meditating.

Lin Zhao smiled and said nothing more.

Lean back, put your hands behind your head, and look at the stars.

In this fleet, besides the three Core Formation cultivators from the Dingling Merchant Guild—Dingling Zhenren, Wenjing Daoren, and Yunxiang Furen—there were also three hidden Core Formation cultivators.

Inclusive is one of them.

Moreover, it's not your average Core Formation.

Lin Zhao used his supernatural ability, the Eye of Truth, to see that the cultivator was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, with a solid foundation and abundant spiritual power, and his combat strength was at least at the late-stage of Core Formation.

His mastery of Buddhist techniques is extremely rare in the Cangyuan cultivation world, clearly indicating his extraordinary origins.

It can only be said that the world is vast, and there are countless powerful beings; you can encounter one on any random ship.

Footsteps came from behind.

Lin Zhao didn't turn around, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

The newcomer was dressed in white, wearing a jade crown, and possessed an exceptionally beautiful face. His features were so exquisite that he didn't look like a man, and he was even more beautiful than a woman.

He looks to be no more than twenty years old, but he exudes an air of otherworldly elegance, making people notice his temperament rather than his appearance at first glance.

White clothes amidst the snow.

Tianhao.

The third Core Formation cultivator is hidden on the ship.

He is generally known as Young Master Tianhao, and his cultivation level is shown to be at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Lin Zhao called him Young Master Hao.

With a flick of his wrist, Young Master Tianhao took out a magnificent chair from his storage bag—carved from spirit wood, with soft cushions and brocade, resembling a dragon throne.

He placed the jade chair on the other side of the monk Puhui and sat down gracefully.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, how's the market tonight?"

Lin Zhao replied simply, "Young Master Hao is here, and all the fish have fled in fright."

Tianhao smiled broadly, showing no intention of refuting.

If someone he knows well saw this, they would probably be shocked—the Holy Son of the Heavenly Law Divine Sect is called "Little Hao" and hasn't even refuted it yet.

The monk Puhui wore a bitter smile.

He couldn't afford to offend either of the two menacing figures beside him.

Pu Hui was born in Nanguang Temple, a force that had produced Nascent Soul cultivators. He was the first young person to achieve Core Formation in Nanguang Temple.