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

Chapter 115 Boarding the Ship

The people of the Angry Sea Society aren't that stupid.

Xu Long is dead, so be it.

Nobody cared about him, nobody would avenge him.

In a place like Nantianfang, human life is the cheapest thing, and the lives of cultivators are no exception.

Instead of fighting to the death with an unknown and powerful cultivator, it would be better to think about how to divide up the legacy left by Xu Long.

Qi Fei wandered around Nantianfang.

He changed his perspective, re-examining the market town on the sea, and re-examining those called "Immortal Masters".

Ever since he came into this world and learned about the existence of immortality cultivation, he has been determined to cultivate immortality. He wants to see the end of the path to immortality and what immortals are really like.

He thought that if he was like this, then most people who cultivate immortality must be like this too.

Those who seek the Way should at least look like they are seeking the Way.

But Xu Long's words were like a mirror, placed in front of him, reflecting things he had never seriously looked at before.

The world of cultivation was not what he had imagined.

In Nanshan Town, most of the cultivators he encountered were pseudo-cultivators like Zhu Yixin and Ruyan.

He thought they were all lowly minions in the cultivation world, the bottom-level, marginal, and insignificant Karami.

The true world of cultivation should be dominated by those who practice the true methods of cultivation. For example, Chan Kong, Lei Leilei, Chong Daoren, and even Chan Zhi.

But Nantianfang told him that was not the case.

He stood on the busiest street in Dafang, watching a bridal sedan chair being carried through the crowd.

Inside the sedan chair sat a man with a fair complexion and long beard, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand. He sat upright, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

The sedan chair was surrounded by more than a dozen attendants, some carrying flags, some holding incense burners, some leading the way, and some bringing up the rear.

Pedestrians on both sides of the road made way for them, some bowing their heads, some kneeling down, calling out "Immortal Master" "Immortal Master" in a cacophony of voices, like a flock of sparrows startled.

Qi Fei recognized that person.

It was that fake monk he saw on Dafang Street on his first day there.

At the time, he just found it funny. A pseudo-magic cultivator being praised like this. But looking at it now, it's a completely different story.

People tend to speculate about others based on their own understanding.

A lustful person assumes that others are as lustful as he is.

A person who loves money assumes that others love money as much as he does.

A power-hungry person assumes that others are just as power-hungry as he is.

Your perception of the world is a reflection of your own understanding. This is both human instinct and a tool.

To truly understand the world objectively, we need to first eliminate the "I think" and the "I".

This realization allowed Qi Fei to understand himself and the world more deeply.

Just like what we talked about when I was drinking with the Insect Taoist that day.

The Insect Master observed insects his entire life and realized that insects were not what he had imagined. Even the smallest insect has its own way of living.

The world is the same. The world is not something that people subjectively imagine; it doesn't become what you want it to be.

The world is complex, and people will probably never see the whole picture of the real world.

Qi Fei stopped observing those "immortal masters".

He bought some dry food on the street, then returned to his courtyard, closed the door, and devoted himself to his spiritual practice.

As he gained knowledge, spiritual energy circulated within his body, accumulating little by little.

Time flies.

Before they knew it, the day they had agreed upon with the Three Seas Society arrived.

That day, Qi Fei stopped his cultivation early and packed his things. The sword-nurturing gourd was tied to his waist, along with his bag, dry rations, and water.

He put his clothes and other miscellaneous items in his small boat.

That small boat can be big or small; isn't it also a magical artifact made of mustard seed?

The "sword," which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke in his mind: "Man, you've cultivated so quickly!"

Nothing could more directly demonstrate Qi Fei's cultivation speed than this.

Qi Fei used to be at a high level, able to engage in verbal sparring with Chan Zhi within the Alaya consciousness. Now, with the Dharma of Enlightenment, Qi Fei's cultivation progress is simply leaping forward by leaps and bounds.

"The arts of magic pervade heaven and earth; ignorance of me will ultimately lead to nothing. Only by understanding me can one understand the world; the path of learning is endless," Qi Fei said calmly.

He was no longer a cultivator at the Guanzhen stage, but a cultivator at the Tribulation stage.

A cultivator's tribulations are often accompanied by self-doubt and self-doubt.

Things you used to think were right suddenly seem wrong. Things you used to believe couldn't possibly be wrong suddenly seem wrong, ridiculously wrong.

That kind of doubt is accompanied by a huge upheaval of one's worldview, causing the cultivator to doubt himself and the world, thus leading to a demonic possession.

But Qi Fei didn't hesitate, didn't have such doubts. Or perhaps, no matter what changes the world might undergo, he could accept it.

Even if the world is an illusion, even if there are unacceptable truths behind it.

He was going through a tribulation, but he didn't even know where the "tribulation" was!

He soon arrived at the agreed port, Dafang, a natural safe harbor.

Two small hills rise from the mainland, along with the islands of Xiaofang and Nanfang, which completely protect Dafang's port.

The harbor was filled with countless ships, large and small, high and low, their masts like a forest and their sails like clouds.

But today, these ships are nothing.

Because at the deepest part of the harbor, a real, large ship is moored.

Large sea loach.

Qi Fei stood on the dock, looking up at the ship, and for the first time truly understood what it meant to be a "giant".

The ship's hull was constructed entirely of a dark brown, unidentified type of wood. The bottom was covered with a thick layer of metal, which was engraved with dense runes.

There are five masts, the tallest of which pierces the sky. The sails have not yet been raised, but the sails gathered on the barres look like folded clouds.

This is not a ship, it's a moving city.

With a draft of over 100,000 tons and a capacity of 10,000 people, the ship's hold can hold the cargo of an entire street.

It is both a magical artifact and a ship, propelled by sails and magical power. Only such a ship can sail the vast South China Sea, teeming with storms and monsters, for hundreds of thousands of miles.

Qi Fei took out the jade token given to him by the manager of the Three Seas Guild and boarded the ship. After verifying his identity, the third mate, dressed in a blue robe, led the way.

The ship was very large, and you could see all sorts of people from all walks of life. Generally speaking, the ship was divided into three parts, with the cargo hold at the bottom.

The middle floors are for ordinary people, while the top floors are for cultivators.

The third mate led Qi Fei to the top two-story passenger cabins. This floor had dozens of cabins, and for cultivators, crossing hundreds of thousands of kilometers of sea required the reliance on this ship.

Upon arriving on this floor, Qi Fei saw a group of people surrounding a pregnant woman in a hall-like space.

The pregnant woman was heavily pregnant, and she was surrounded by several servants. Qi Fei noticed her because she was sitting on the backs of several servants.

The person is the chair.

Those servants were cultivators, and she was also a cultivator.

Although they were all pseudo-Buddhist monks.

Qi Fei glanced at it calmly and said nothing.

There are too many things in this world that he can't stand, and he's willing to kill people just because he can't stand them.

He's probably really gone mad.