Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The spirit boat glided smoothly on the sea for a while.

Chen Chen sat cross-legged on the side of the ship when the direction of the sea breeze suddenly changed.

The spiritual light at the bottom of the spirit boat dimmed without warning, and the entire spirit boat was steadily supported from below by something, like a hand reaching up from the seabed to scoop the bottom of the boat into its palm.

The ship did not shake; on the contrary, it became even more stable, so stable that even the surging waves on the sea surface could not be transmitted.

Chen Chen stood up.

A person was suspended several feet above the spirit boat.

human form.

He was tall and wore a dark blue robe. The hem of the robe fluttered slightly in the rising air currents, but the fabric of the robe remained perfectly intact.

He has a handsome face, a strong jawline, and a slightly curved mouth.

"Level nine... a demon cultivator in human form."

Chen Chen had already grasped the sixth-level dragon demon core in his storage bag with his left hand.

The demonic affinity of the Hanyuan Fulong Body was instantly activated, and the remaining demonic beast spiritual pressure from the demon core was released from the palm of his hand, intertwining with his own human cultivation aura to form a layer of disguise as a demonic cultivator from a branch of the dragon race.

The man looked down at him, his smile becoming even more arrogant.

"No need to try."

The man shook his head, correcting a harmless misunderstanding.

"Your disguise is more than enough to fool a level seven dragon, and the residual aura of the dragon race is genuine. However, your weapon-refining techniques, array formation skills, and the products from your talisman workshop are quite famous, Fellow Daoist Chen."

He landed from the air, his toes touching the wooden edge of the spirit boat's hull, and the boat did not sink.

"I've been noticing you for quite some time now, Fellow Daoist Chen."

"My whereabouts have been exposed. Someone inside the Star Palace sent a message. Or perhaps his demonic beasts were already watching me at the Silver Shark Island docks."

Chen Chen released the demon core.

"And who are you?"

"Feng hope".

He loosened his hands from behind his back, cupped them slightly in a gesture of respect between cultivators, and the movement was fluid, natural, and perfectly timed.

"I have a small weapon-refining project, and I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Chen to do me the honor of helping out."

"If I don't..."

"I will help."

Feng hope interrupted him softly halfway through his speech.

"I have prepared some light wine in Blackstone City on Qiyuan Island. Fellow Daoist, please try it before we talk."

He glanced at the old man at the stern, took a small cloth bag from his sleeve, and threw it onto the deck.

The bag was loosened, revealing several spirit stones of decent quality.

"You didn't see anything else that happened tonight."

The boat captain's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

He glanced at Feng hope, then at Chen Chen.

Chen Chen nodded to him.

The boat captain seemed to have been relieved by this nod, grabbed a cloth bag from the deck, stuffed it into his clothes, turned the boat around, and headed back towards Silver Shark Island.

The taillights of the spirit boat went out briefly when the hull was supported, then lit up again, shrinking into a small dark red dot in the sea mist, and disappeared after a couple of wobbles.

Only two people remained on the sea.

One was standing on the water, and the other was standing on the gunwale of the ship.

Feng hope looked at Chen Chen. A blue light shone steadily in her pupils.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is proficient in all four arts, and you even have the ability to improve the city's protective formation. You are truly a promising young man..."

Chen Chen remained silent for a moment.

"polite."

Feng hope's smile became more genuine. He turned around, and his feet moved on their own without any wind. His green robe gathered into a line in the sea breeze, and he rose back into the air.

The direction is slightly north.

Qiyuan Island.

Chen Chen summoned the Gengbai Escape Light, and the sword energy, carried by the Earthly Fiend Sword, spread out a pale white light trail under his feet.

The escaping light followed Feng hope for about half a mile, a distance that was neither close nor far.

Feng hope didn't look back, but Chen Chen could sense that he was always within her perception range.

run away?

To be honest, Chen Chen wasn't that confident in his escape speed, enough to slip away right under the nose of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The two did not speak to each other the whole way.

Feng hope flew ahead, his posture casual, occasionally glancing down at the sea below.

Chen Chen followed behind, his mind already recalling details from his past life.

"Wind Spirit Force, Azure Flame Wine... and most importantly, Wind and Thunder Wings. Wind Spirit Force is easy to deal with..."

The wind on the sea grew colder, and the outline of an island appeared ahead.

Qiyuan Island.

The buildings on the island are entirely black, and the stone has a cold, hard texture under the moonlight.

Blackrock City.

Feng hope slowed down his descent, and when Chen Chen caught up, he glanced at him sideways.

"The cultivators and the transformed demon beasts in the city each have their own rules. Fellow Daoist, just follow me."

Chen Chen glanced at him.

The outline of the Black Stone City beneath his feet was growing larger and larger, and his politeness seemed even more genuine against the backdrop of the black buildings.

He landed at the entrance to Blackrock City with Feng hope.

The streets of Blackrock City are paved with black sandstone, and the buildings on both sides are of different heights with upturned eaves and lanterns of different colors hanging under the eaves.

The color of the lights indicates which store belongs to which business.

Red lights indicate human businesses, green lights indicate monster territory.

There were quite a few people on the street.

The cultivators and the transformed demon beasts walked together, maintaining a tacitly understood distance between them.

Chen Chen took all of this into his eyes.

Feng hope walked half a step ahead of him, her pace neither hurried nor slow.

After entering the city, his demeanor changed. At sea, he was a level nine transformed demon who could intercept spirit ships, but on the streets of Blackrock City, he walked like a landlord inspecting his own property.

After turning two streets, a three-story pavilion came into view.

The foundation is made of black rock, the beams and pillars are vermilion, and what hangs on the eaves is not a spirit lamp, but a row of wind chimes.

The wind chimes swayed gently in the sea breeze, but made no sound; each bell had a silencer engraved on its inner wall.

Above the main gate are three golden characters: Cun Jin Ge (寸金阁).

The handwriting was neat and tidy, a stark contrast to the rough texture of the black rocks that filled the city.

Two servants, a man and a woman, stood at the entrance; both were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The man wore a light gray short jacket, and the woman wore a light blue long skirt. They both lowered their heads when they saw Feng hope approaching.

Feng hope ignored them and pushed the door open to enter.

Arrive at the top-floor lobby.

The ground is paved with polished white sandstone, which contrasts sharply with the black rocks outside.

In the center of the hall was a long table made of sandalwood, on which were placed two jade cups and a slender-necked jade pot.

The walls weren't covered with calligraphy and paintings, but with diagrams of magical artifacts. Chen Chen glanced at them and saw that they were all genuine, though not top-tier in quality, but with meticulous structures.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please have a seat."

Feng hope walked to the head of the long table, naturally lifted his robe and sat down, then stretched out his hand towards the futon opposite him.

The futon is positioned in the guest area, with its back to the main entrance and facing Feng hope.

Chen Chen sat down on the futon.

The right hand rests on the edge of the table, while the left hand hangs naturally at the side of the knee, fingers spread apart, maintaining a distance that allows for making a hand seal at any time.

Feng hope picked up the jade pot and uncorked it.

The spout tilted, and the emerald green wine poured into the jade cup.

A layer of pale blue flames that kept changing shape immediately rose to the surface of the wine. The flames did not rise upwards, but flowed along the surface of the wine, like a pool of frozen flames.

A strong aroma of wine filled the air; just one whiff caused the flow of magical energy in one's meridians to accelerate by half a percent.

"Azure Flame Wine".