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

Chapter 125 Hitchhiking

"You're not pregnant either," Qi Fei retorted.

The cultivator on the right frowned, clearly impatient to argue with a rogue cultivator of unknown origin.

Too lazy to say more, he waved his hand, and a wave of magical power surged from his palm, striking towards Qi Fei.

The magical power was transparent and fluid, like a wave compressed to its limit. On the level of "name" and "reality," it was like countless surging waves crashing down on Qi Fei.

Qi Fei's heart skipped a beat. Not because this person's magical power was particularly strong; on the contrary, this person's magical power was extremely low, probably only at the True Observation stage.

They were able to fly thanks to the power of the lake and the island in it.

But their magical power is indeed genuine.

Why are there still cultivators of true Dharma guarding the gate here?

A so-called "descent of the divine child" ceremony involves setting up an island on a saltwater lake deep in the desert and inviting a group of pregnant women who are actually practicing Buddhism to act as "vessels."

How could a true cultivator be involved in such a matter?

It looks eerie no matter how you look at it.

As he was thinking, lightning burst forth from his body.

Blue and white lightning danced between his fingers as he extended two fingers and gently touched the water-like magical power.

With a soft "poof," the magic dissipated.

On the level of "name" and "reality", the enormous lightning calmed the raging waves.

After that, Qi Fei gently tapped the two cultivators.

The two men felt something inside their bodies being touched.

A subtle, goosebump-inducing sensation made them realize that countless "dots" had suddenly appeared in their bodies and magical power.

Every "point" is a hidden bomb, capable of blasting them to smithereens.

Those "points" grew larger and clearer amid their panic.

They felt as if countless thunderclaps were ringing in their ears, booming and surging from all directions, exploding from their bodies, from every "point"!

With a deafening roar, they felt themselves being blown to pieces, but—when everything returned to calm.

To their surprise, they found themselves still alive.

Qi Fei, who was standing before them, had vanished without a trace.

The two cultivators looked at each other, their faces turning pale. They quickly flew back to report to their superior.

There is a Lei Xiu of unknown origin who is spying on Kai Shen Island!

Qi Fei had retreated to the other side of the saltwater lake, looking at the small island from afar.

Killing these two is easy, but after killing them, forcibly entering the island would be like stirring up trouble and alerting the enemy.

The presence of True Dharma cultivators guarding the gate indicates that there are at least other True Dharma cultivators behind this "descent of the divine child".

Even if you barge in, you might not be able to figure out what's going on inside.

He needs to find another way to get in.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a cloud drifting over from afar; it was a flying magical artifact that looked like a cloud.

The ritual implement was pure white and light, like a clump of cotton candy blown away by the wind.

Several people were standing on the clouds.

One of them was the maid Qi Fei had seen on the ship before. She was wearing a light blue vest and a pale yellow silk sash around her waist, and she was craning her neck to look down.

Two women stood in front of her, one tall and one short. The taller one wore a moon-white gauze shirt, and the shorter one wore a lotus-root-colored jacket.

Behind them was a man, his neck hunched, looking both curious and somewhat fearful.

Qi Fei recognized the man. He was the idiot who confessed his feelings to the wrong person at the door next door on the day he boarded the ship.

She was so flustered by the maid's remark, "My young lady's surname is Wang, not Yu," that she fled in a panic, her face turning as red as a boiled crab.

How did this group of people end up together?

Qi Fei was still wondering when the people on the clouds also saw him.

The shorter one was Wang Qin. She pointed at Qi Fei and said to the tall, pregnant Long Shi beside her, "Long Shi, look, that strange storyteller."

She still doesn't know Qi Fei's name, only that he told stories a few times on the viewing platform, and that's why she remembers the strange storyteller.

Long Shi glanced in the direction she was pointing, his gaze lingering on Qi Fei for a moment before returning to his own, conveying the message, "We're already late, let's not cause any more trouble."

They were supposed to arrive first, but Wang Qin insisted on bringing Zhang Jie along.

Zhang Jie is the man with his neck hunched over in the background.

While on the boat, Wang Qin was bored, so she teased the simpleton a few times. He quickly took the bait and went from being a stranger who dared not speak to her face to becoming her follower.

When Wang Qin said east, he dared not go west; when Wang Qin said go into the sea, he jumped in with a splash and was fished out for a long time.

It was this foolishness that made Wang Qin keep him by her side to relieve her boredom.

According to the plan, she and the Dragon Master were not supposed to bring him to the Divine Island, but he knelt down and begged for mercy while clinging to her legs, which delayed the process and led to her bringing him along.

Qi Fei saw the cloud about to drift over his head and suddenly leaped. His magic distorted the surrounding air, allowing him to manipulate the airflow like a large bird and steadily fly to the four people and the cloud.

After entering the tribulation stage, he was already able to fly.

Although it doesn't fly very fast or very high, it's more than enough to handle this kind of situation.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait a moment." Qi Fei hovered in mid-air, looking at the people on the clouds, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing an expression of "What a coincidence." "Oh, so you're my neighbors."

No one responded.

"A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative," Qi Fei continued, as if catching up with an old friend. "I'm tired here. How about I borrow a breeze and a cloud for a while?"

Master Long frowned as he looked at the suddenly appearing, uninvited, and grinning young man.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and her expression changed from confusion to displeasure.

"That makes no sense," she said.

As she spoke, she began to manipulate the cloud artifact beneath her feet to bypass Qi Fei. The cloud gently veered to the left, drifting half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), preparing to go around Qi Fei.

Suddenly, a sword light appeared out of thin air.

The sword light was extremely thin and fast, circling around the group of four like an invisible thread, passing over their heads, around their waists, and under their feet.

The chilling sword energy clung to their skin, making the hairs on their heads stand on end.

"I addressed you as fellow Daoists," Qi Fei's voice rang out unhurriedly, "You should at least give me some face, shouldn't you?"

Wang Qin suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was not only a strange storyteller, not only her neighbor on the ship, but also very likely a mentally ill True Dharma cultivator!

He's even a sword cultivator!

She instinctively grabbed Long Shi's hand and said, "Long Shi, he seems to be a true sword cultivator."

Dragon Master sensed the sword light from before and knew that if Qi Fei wanted to kill them, they would already be dead!

She frowned, looked down at Qi Fei, and then said, "Come up here."

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"Thank you!" Qi Fei boarded the cloud chariot and slightly altered his appearance.

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