You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

After listening, Qi Fei asked, "What is their cultivation level?"

Lei Leilei was stunned for a moment.

All the descriptions he had prepared in his mind—fair skin, beautiful face, graceful figure, gentle and virtuous—were choked back by the question, "How is your cultivation level?"

What kind of straight-male answer is this?

Ignoring appearance and personality, should we first assess one's character and cultivation?

Lei Leilei reacted quickly, her expression only stiffening for a moment before recovering: "From Guanzhen to Golden Core, our Five Thunder Sect has all kinds of female cultivators, guaranteed to satisfy Big Guy."

Qi Fei nodded, but didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "So what kind do you like?"

Without a second thought, Lei Leilei blurted out, "Of course, she's fair-skinned and beautiful, as stunning as a vixen!"

"..." Qi Fei cupped his hands in greeting.

"Ahem..." Chan Kong coughed awkwardly twice. "Esteemed benefactors, it's not appropriate to talk about women in front of monks."

Qi Fei looked at the women's clothing he was wearing and said, "You're dressed as a woman yourself, and you still have the nerve to criticize us."

"You're the most unserious person on our ship!"

Zen Kong looked down at his clothes and thought about it; that made sense.

Just as he was about to argue a few more points, he suddenly felt the fishing rod in his hand sink.

The force was extraordinary; the fishing rod bent into a bow, the tip almost plunging into the water. Slightly surprised, he instinctively lifted and flicked it upwards.

A large fish burst out of the water and landed with a "thud" on the deck at the bow of the boat.

The fish was enormous, as long as Qi Fei. It was silvery-blue all over, with a deep blue back like ink and a silvery-white belly like snow. Its body was covered with fine spots, and it looked very much like the mackerel that Qi Fei had eaten in his previous life.

The mackerel thrashed about on the deck a few times, its gills opening and closing as if singing a peculiar song to the three of them.

"At the edge of the abyss, at the crest of the wave. Coral palace, adorned with a curtain of myriad pearls. The Lord of the South Sea holds the power of the tides. Life and death, destruction, are but a thought away."

The singing had a heavy intonation. After the mackerel finished singing the last note, it flicked its tail and rolled over on the deck.

Then it spoke again.

This time, instead of singing, he spoke: "I am Chao Ba Wei, under the command of the Dragon King of the South Sea! Who are you barbarians, daring to use a straight needle to harm me?"

"Hurry up and kneel down to beg for mercy! Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your lives!"

Qi Fei: "?"

Zen Kong: "?"

Lei Leilei: "?"

The three of them looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Qi Fei spoke first, his tone carrying a sense of bewilderment, as if wondering, "Did I hear that right?": "Are all the fish in the South China Sea... this arrogant?"

Zenkong looked down at the fishing rod in his hand.

The other end of the fishing rod had a straight hook, as straight as a needle. He used a straight hook to fish, not expecting to catch anything.

But now, the fish has taken the bait.

That's why he was so surprised when the fishing rod suddenly sank.

The mackerel thrashed about on the deck again, its tail slapping loudly, its mouth opening and closing, making an even louder noise.

"Are you all deaf? Kneel down! Beg for mercy! Now!"

Qi Fei snorted coldly.

Immediately, a sword cry rang out from nowhere, and a peculiar sword light emerged from the void, from both "name" and "reality".

The light came too fast, so fast that the naked eye couldn't keep up with its trajectory. All that could be seen was a silvery-white line that lit up from the top of the mackerel's head and disappeared into the tip of its tail in the blink of an eye.

The sword energy carried fine, dense electric sparks, blue and white, crackling loudly.

It was precisely because Qi Fei's sword energy possessed the characteristics of his own magical power.

As the sword flashed, the mackerel didn't even have time to struggle before its body was cleanly split in two from the middle, the left half and the right half lying neatly on the deck.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

What kind of Chao Ba Guard is this? It's just a fish, yet it dares to threaten three cultivators?

Do I have to kneel down and beg for mercy?

If you really kneel down and beg for mercy, what kind of immortality are you cultivating?

Qi Fei looked down at the two halves of the fish on the deck and said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity we don't have any utensils, otherwise we could have made mackerel dumplings."

Lei Leilei nodded, about to say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving at the bow of the ship out of the corner of his eye.

The fishing rod he had left there was trembling violently at the tip, the fishing line taut and being pulled by something underwater, suddenly sliding into the sea.

Just as the fishing rod was about to slip off the bow of the boat, Lei Leilei reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the rod handle and pulling it up sharply.

The fishing line broke through the water, creating a splash of white spray.

As the splash subsided, a strange object was found dangling from the end of the fishing line.

It's not a fish, not a shrimp, not a crab, it's a pig!

It was definitely a pig, a suckling pig, not much bigger than a small pug!

Its fur was all pinkish-white and clean. It was hooked by a fishhook and had one of its hind legs tangled in the fishing line, hanging upside down in mid-air, swaying back and forth.

After it was pulled up, it coughed twice, spitting out two thin streams of seawater from its nostrils. Then it opened its eyes, looked around blankly, and then looked at its wet belly.

The three of them stared at the pig, even more shocked than when they had seen the talking fish.

No, how could there be pigs in the sea?

"Are there pigs in the sea?" Qi Fei couldn't help but ask. "Aren't sea pigs... dolphins?"

Zenkong didn't know what to say. Fishing a pig out of the sea had somewhat spurred his brain into a daze.

Indeed, reading ten thousand volumes of scriptures is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.

You'd never know from a book that you could fish a pig out of the sea!

Away from the big spectrum!

Lei Leilei looked the pig up and down, from left to right, and it looked like an ordinary pig.

Four legs, one nose, two ears, and a curly tail—it looks like a pig in every way.

The little pig was stared at and turned over for a while, and finally got impatient. It snorted, its mouth opening and closing, uttering a string of words with a heavy nasal tone.

"You land bumpkins are making a fuss over nothing," it said, its tone laced with undisguised disdain. "The ocean is vast; it has everything!"

Three cultivators—one at the True Observation Realm, one at the Tribulation Realm, and one at the Three Pure Realms—were looked down upon by a little pig.

Qi Fei asked, "Where are you from?"

From the fish that was talking just now to the pig that is talking now, he realized that the South China Sea is indeed not to be underestimated.

"I was just passing by because I was hungry. You guys prepare some good food for me, and we'll keep to ourselves!" the little pig grunted.

Qi Fei grabbed it and looked at it, saying, "You're still saying 'let's keep to ourselves'? Do you know that the three of us are cultivators?"

The little pig grunted and said, "So what if you're cultivators? There are cultivators as numerous as hairs on a cow in the South China Sea!"

It glanced at the mackerel, now split in two, and said, "You killed the Dragon King's Tide Guards; the Dragon King will not let you get away with this!"