Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The three quickly found the car dealership.

The car dealership owner was awakened by a knock on the door in the middle of the night. He was initially impatient, but when he saw the gold notes that Lan Ze'er had placed on the counter, he immediately put on a smile.

"The fastest car?"

The boss, wearing a coat, held the oil lamp high.

"Yes, there is a Black Feather Express with four Windmane Horses. It just returned from Star Ring City today."

"The carriage is not big, and it can only seat four people. If you don't take care of the horsepower, it can travel more than 300 miles a day."

"The rental fee is three pounds a day, and the deposit is one hundred pounds. If the horse dies from exhaustion, you will need to compensate for the loss."

Xilun placed the gold notes on the counter.

"Rented."

The boss was taken aback.

"Leave now?"

"Now."

"But it's night outside, and the mountain road is difficult to walk on."

"I'll drive."

Xilun picked up the contract, scanned it, and signed his name after confirming there were no problems.

Half an hour later, four exotic horses, all bluish-black in color with manes swaying in the wind, were led out of the stable.

The Black Feather Express has a long, narrow body, lightweight alloy wheels, and a windproof leather exterior.

As the reins tightened, white vapor billowed from the nostrils of the four exotic horses, and a faint blue aura swirled beneath their hooves.

Xilun secured the Thunder Spear to the side of the carriage and then turned over to sit in the driver's seat.

Lan Po opened the car door, but did not get in immediately.

"Silon".

"Um?"

"Will you come back to White Sand Village after you return to Star Ring City?"

Xilun glanced at her.

The girl stood under the car headlights, her eyes filled with obvious anticipation.

"meeting."

The issue of fourth-tier commanders has not yet been resolved.

Now that he had killed Hornach and taken more than three thousand pounds of valuables, the Black Shark pirate crew could not remain indifferent.

Xilun has never liked to leave himself with hidden dangers.

After reporting the sealing to the monastery and treating his injuries, he will naturally return to completely eliminate the Black Shark Pirates.

Lan Po had no idea what he was thinking.

Upon hearing this answer, her eyes lit up slightly, and a smile finally appeared on her lips.

Lanzer leaned against the carriage door, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Don't delay."

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

Xilun withdrew his gaze.

Lan Po quickly got into the car, and Lan Ze'er followed him into the carriage.

The car door closed.

Siren gently shook the reins.

"drive!"

Four prancing horses stride forward simultaneously.

The horses' hooves struck the stone slabs, producing a crisp sound.

The Black Feather Express sped through the slumbering Red Maple Town, its speed increasing until it finally became a blurry black shadow, rushing into the long night leading to Star Ring City.

A cold wind blew in my face.

Xilun gripped the reins, feeling the 60% of tempered power within his body, and the wisp of black energy still stirring deep within his right arm.

The Thunder Spear vibrated slightly as the vehicle bumped along.

A faint flash of lightning streaked across the distant horizon.

Upon returning to the Holy Light Monastery, the first thing he wanted to do was to attempt to condense a wisp of true storm power.

Only in this way can the evil god's severed limb in his right arm truly transform from a potential disaster that could backfire into his power.

Before that, he needs to explain something.

When the Blackwater Abyss closed, all disciples were teleported back by the formation.

He alone disappeared deep within the seal.

The Holy Light Monastery is probably in an uproar because of his disappearance.

......

The wheels rolled over the gravel, making a continuous crunching sound.

The Black Feather Express sped along the official road, the manes of the four Wind-Maned Horses billowing backward, the pale blue air beneath their hooves stirring up dust and leaving the low bushes on both sides of the road behind.

The sliver of lightning on the horizon quickly disappeared.

The night grew deeper, and a cold wind blew in through my collar, carrying the damp, earthy smell unique to the wilderness.

Siren sat steadily in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the reins, his breathing maintaining a slow and long rhythm.

With each inhale, the chest and abdomen bulge slightly, allowing free energy from the air to seep into the body; with each exhale, that energy is enveloped by the power of the Overturning Sea Technique, slowly circulating along the tendons, bones, and flesh.

Sixty percent of the internal energy has been tempered.

It seems like we're only 40% away from perfection, but in reality, the closer we get to the end, the more difficult it becomes.

Initially, only the muscles and tendons that are relatively easy to withstand the erosion of force are tempered. Later, the tempering goes deeper into the periosteum, internal organs, and those extremely delicate and weak points in the body.

A slight misstep could cause hidden damage, or even crack the foundation that was previously in place.

Xilun sensed the energy slowly moving around his sternum.

Like waves crashing against the rocks.

After nine rinses, the previously slightly rough section of periosteum finally became a little denser.

Just a trace.

Xilun opened his eyes and stared into the deep darkness at the end of the official road.

At the current rate, even with sufficient medicine and materials, it would probably take him about a year to complete the tempering of the remaining 40% of his strength.

This is because his physique was already perfected, and he was supported by the Overturning Sea Technique, the Thunder Dragon Heart, and the Storm Bloodline.

If it were an ordinary third-tier extraordinary individual, it wouldn't be surprising if it took three to five years to complete the final few stages of tempering.

No wonder many third-tier extraordinary individuals, despite having perfect physiques, are still unable to reach the ultimate realm.

It's not that I don't want to.

Instead, every step forward requires resources and time that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

If the third tier is like this, the fourth tier will only be more difficult.

According to the information left by the Lord of Storms, a fourth-level bone cultivator needs to condense the first strand of divine power within the bones.

The fifth stage involves cultivating the internal organs and shaping a divine body. The sixth stage requires condensing a divine spark and establishing one's own authority.

Each level is an insurmountable barrier.

The evil god's severed limb in his right arm will not wait quietly for him to slowly cultivate.

ten years.

The seal can last for a maximum of ten years.

Before that, he must at least be qualified to contend with the true form of the eight-armed evil god.

Otherwise, once the seal completely collapses, he will be the first person the other side seeks out.

Xilun looked down at his right arm.

Beneath the sleeve, thirty-six blood locks were faintly visible, some of which still bore slight cracks.

The dark red and black aura curled up deeper inside, seemingly silent, but in reality, it was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"Not enough."

Xilun's voice was very soft and quickly dissipated in the howling night wind.

We need to continue collecting materials for the flawless golden statue.

The Bone Elixir must also be prepared as soon as possible.

The fourth stage of the "Golden Thunder Vortex Scripture" cannot be forcibly broken through, but one can accumulate thunder-related materials in advance to gradually hone the internal organs' ability to withstand thunder power.

In addition, we must bring the news of the Blackwater Abyss back to the Holy Light Monastery, consult information about the power of the Storm God, and deal with the fourth-tier commander of the Black Shark Pirate Gang.

There are many things to do.

Every single one of them must be done without delay.

Xilun quickly sorted out the order of priority in his mind.

First, return to the monastery to report the abnormality of the seal.

Then, through the monastery's connections, they sought out an alchemist to process the Bone-Dark Grass.

If the earth element materials for a flawless golden body can be replenished during this period, the first layer can be completed first, further making up for the deficiencies in the body.

Once you've fully recovered, return to White Sand Village to deal with the Black Shark Pirates.

As for the power of the Storm God...

Xilun's eyes darkened slightly.

He wouldn't try anything without a complete method.

The Lord of Storms only pointed out the path to him, but did not pave it for him.

How to truly refine it is something he still has to figure out for himself.

After an unknown amount of time, the car door behind me opened gently.

Blue Soul peeked out half its face.

"Sirlen, would you like my sister to drive?"

The girl's voice was somewhat distorted by the night wind.

"You've been sitting here for a long time."

Xilun shook his head.

"She is not familiar with Windmane Horse."

"But……"

"I am cultivating, and I am not tired."

Lan Po glanced at his straight back, then at the heavy darkness on both sides of the road, and ultimately did not persist.

"Just say you're hungry. There's dried meat and dark bread in the car."

"it is good."

The car door closed again.

Out of gratitude or for other reasons, the two agreed to help Xilun drive all the way back to Star Ring City.

Meanwhile, the two plan to recruit people in Star Ring City, rebuild their fleet, and continue their fleet business.

Xilun continued breathing.

About two hours later, the four Windmane Horses gradually slowed down.

Although they were a breed of horse with endurance far exceeding that of ordinary horses, they had been galloping continuously for a long time, and the white breath exhaled from their nostrils was becoming increasingly heavy, while the pale blue aura swirling around their hooves had dimmed considerably.

Continuing to force the journey will not only fail to increase speed, but may also injure the horses.

Siren slowed the reins and looked up to survey his surroundings.

Moonlight streamed through gaps in the clouds.

A cluster of dim yellow lights was faintly lit ahead on the official road. An old cloth banner, fluttering in the night wind, stood by the roadside, bearing the three faded characters "Qingshi Post Station".

The post station was small, but there were seven or eight horse-drawn carriages parked in front and behind it.

There were also more than a dozen different breeds of horses next to the hitching post.

"Rest here tonight."

Xilun lightly flicked the reins, and the Black Feather Express slowly drove away from the official road.

Hearing the noise, Lanzer opened the car door and glanced at the lights in the distance.

"These remote post stations are not necessarily clean."

"I know."

Xilun spoke calmly.

"The horse needs rest."

Lanzer didn't say anything more.

Having experienced the Stone Fortress incident, she knew that the man before her was far more difficult to deal with than she had imagined.

The so-called black shop and robbers are probably not the real concern.

The carriage stopped in front of the post station.

A lean waiter carrying a lantern came forward, first looking at the four rare Wind-Maned Horses, then quickly glancing at the Thunder Spear fixed beside the carriage, his smile immediately becoming more enthusiastic.

"How many guests are there? Are you staying at the inn or just feeding the horses?"

"Checking in at a hotel."

Xilun rolled over and landed.

"Feed the horses the best feed, and prepare two more rooms."

"Okay!"

The waiter quickly called the stableman in the backyard.

Xilun removed the Azure Thunder Spear and led the Lan sisters into the post station.

A fireplace was burning in the lobby.

The firewood occasionally sparked, releasing a mixture of smells from roasted meat, strong liquor, and sweat.

The dozen or so guests were scattered around, and most of them instinctively looked up when they heard the door open.

Near the window sat a man who had lost his left arm.

He wore a faded gray short jacket, and his only remaining right hand always gripped a sheathed longsword.

The tiger's mouth of that hand was covered with calluses, and his aura was restrained, yet a hint of sharpness still occasionally flashed in his eyes.

On the other side of the fireplace stood a bald, muscular man.

The burly man had broad shoulders, and beside him leaned a black iron staff that was thicker than an average person's wrist.

There was no wine in front of him, only a bowl of water and a few cold, hard flatbreads.

Inside sat four men and women dressed as merchants.

They were dressed plainly, had calm expressions, and spoke in very low voices. Occasionally, someone would reach out and press their hand to their waist, revealing the outline of a weapon beneath their sleeve.

Xilun's gaze swept over these people.

Most are second-order.

The auras of the one-armed swordsman and the bald, muscular man were even stronger, approaching the peak of the second tier.

There were two other well-hidden auras in the corner, who must have just entered the third tier.

Strangely, these people, who seemed to be strangers to each other, were all subtly paying attention to one another.

The innkeeper walked out from behind the counter.

He was a fat man around fifty years old, wearing a gray-black vest, with a smile on his face that he had developed over the years from greeting guests.

"Where did the guests come from?"

Red Maple Town.

Xilun answered casually.

The boss then looked at Xilun's clothes.

After being subjected to spatial turbulence and repeated battles, the Sea Demon Blood Cotton Robe has been damaged in many places, and the traces of the monastery clothing can no longer be seen.

There were no identification tags or family crests on their waists.

"Where to?"

"Horra City."

"This road is not short."

The boss smiled and accepted the gold note, then said:

"Please rest assured, the three of you can stay here. Our Qing Shi Inn has been operating on this road for over ten years and we are very particular about etiquette. Hot water and food will be delivered to your room later."

Xilun nodded.

The three of them settled down on the second floor.

The Lan sisters share one room, while Xilun has a separate room.

After the door closed, the smile on the innkeeper's face slowly disappeared.

He stood at the top of the stairs and glanced at the second floor.

"There was no waist tag, nor any family crest."

"That spear is quite good."

The lean waiter came closer.

"Shopkeeper, do you look like someone from a powerful family?"

"It doesn't look like it."

The boss squinted.

"If they were truly a major power in Star Ring City, they would at least carry identification when they go out. The fact that they can't bear to change their clothes even when they're so tattered suggests they're probably a rogue cultivator who came from the Chaotic Sea to make a living."

"However, the aura is quite deep, possibly at the third level."

The waiter's eyes flickered slightly.

"What about the two women?"

"One is at level three, the other at level two. Don't rush to attack."

The boss lowered his voice.

"First, bring him some hot water, ask him a few questions, and see if he's familiar with the area. If he really has connections, he'll naturally be able to name a few familiar places and people."

"clear."

The waiter turned and left.

Inside the room, Xilun placed the Thunder Spear horizontally on his lap.

Although the conversation at the stairwell was kept very low, it did not escape the keen perception brought about by the Moon Memory Meditation Technique, even though it was separated by a wall.

He didn't even blink.

The wilderness inn was located on the side of the main road, far from the town, and the people coming and going were mostly extraordinary people carrying goods and money.

Without powerful backing, it would be impossible for an ordinary business owner to operate stably for more than ten years.

Xilun was not surprised by this.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Guest, the hot water has been delivered."

"Enter."

The waiter pushed open the door and entered, with a cloth draped over his shoulder and carrying a large, steaming wooden bucket in his hands.

As he put the wooden bucket down, he glanced at the Cang Lei Spear as if by accident, his face still bearing a smile.

"Your weapon is truly magnificent, a rare sight even in Star Ring City. I wonder which master craftsman forged it?"

"A gift from my family."

"That's what Xilun said calmly."

The waiter's eyes darted around.

"Which faction in the Chaotic Sea are you from, guest? I used to do business there for a few years when I was young, so I might have heard of you."

"A small family."

Xilun then spoke about the Ront family.

"I'm not well-known on the island; I'm just a worshipper they invited."

"I see."

The waiter's smile widened.

Is this your first time visiting this area?

"Um."

"You'd better be careful. There are many forks in the road ahead, and if you take the wrong one, you might end up in the mountains. If you're going to Xinghuan City, tomorrow morning, just follow the official road to the east, pass Chitu Slope, and then walk for another two hundred li or so, and you'll see the city walls."

Thank you.

Xilun took out a coin and threw it over.

The waiter reached out and took it, thanking him repeatedly.