Mortal Transformation into Immortal

The boat travels at a depth of about ten feet underwater.

The conditions on the seabed are clearly visible.

At this time, we were still in the nearshore waters, which were not deep, and we could clearly see the seabed.

The boat moved swiftly through the water without making a sound, and even the fish that swam by were completely unaware of it.

The further out they went, the deeper the sea became.

In the end, only a dark and sunless abyss remained.

Everyone remained vigilant, paying close attention to changes in the sea, and secretly keeping an eye on each other.

"The Black Needle Rat Clan's southward advance has been thwarted this time, so they will likely remain quiet for a while."

"These demons always like to cause some trouble in the Boundless Sea from time to time."

The monks were talking inside the water-going boat.

Another half hour later.

Yu Ling stopped, and the other group continued.

"In half an hour, only about 20% of my mana was used up."

He felt his dantian; his magical power was not being consumed much.

"Fellow Daoist, you must be a scion of a noble family who has come here for training."

A young man approached him and asked him a question.

Others also quietly turned their gazes in.

Among the group, Yu Ling was the youngest, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had at least the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation.

Such aptitude indicates a superior mortal spirit bone, and under normal circumstances, a cultivator capable of producing offspring with such aptitude should be a cultivator at the advanced stage of Qi Refining.

So people speculated that he might come from a family of cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist is joking. How could I possibly come from a family of cultivators? To be honest, I come from a mortal mountain village," Yu Ling said casually.

I was quite displeased with this probing behavior.

"Fellow Daoist is indeed very cautious."

The man shook his head, clearly not believing it at all. It was extremely rare for a mortal's offspring to have such talent. If the parents were said to be rogue cultivators, he would have found it somewhat plausible.

"Perhaps this young fellow cultivator used disguise techniques; his real age is probably around the same as ours," a female cultivator interjected.

The group exchanged smiles.

This is not impossible.

Many magical talismans and artifacts can change one's appearance and conceal one's aura.

The appearance, age, and cultivation level of rogue cultivators are the least reliable indicators.

"Fellow Daoists, is this your first time visiting the Crimson Rock Sea? From your previous conversation, it seems you are not very familiar with that sea area," Yu Ling asked them.

He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to restore his magic power.

"Fellow Daoist, have you been there?" someone asked.

"No," Yu Ling shook her head and said, "I only decided to go because I heard that there was a demonic disturbance there."

"I have been there once. The Red Rock Sea is full of snakes and insects, and there are many demon cultivators. I suffered a great loss there last time I went," said an old man.

"Did you encounter a demon cultivator?" someone asked.

"No, I was fighting with a cultivator for a treasure and got injured. That person's cultivation was similar to mine, but his strength was much greater than mine. He must have been a disciple of a celestial sect," the old man recalled.

"Fellow Daoist, we rogue cultivators can't afford to offend disciples of immortal sects. It's best to stay away," a young man sighed.

"What are you afraid of? If you can beat them, then fight. Even killing them is no big deal. At worst, we can run away and take a flying boat to another place. The Immortal Realm is so big, I don't believe we can be caught." A man said coldly.

"That makes sense. We independent cultivators are not pushovers either."

The group talked.

Yu Ling chatted with them for a while before starting to cultivate, absorbing spiritual energy to restore her magical power.

The sea was rich in spiritual energy, and since my magic power was not greatly depleted, I recovered in less than a quarter of an hour.

With everyone's cooperation, the water-powered boat safely sailed into the deep sea.

Because of the abundant spiritual energy, the sea is also full of life, with various sea plants growing luxuriantly, and its vitality is no less than that on land.

As Li Tianxing City receded into the distance, more and more independent cultivators began to venture into the seabed, searching for spiritual herbs and other opportunities.

However, because it is close to Tianxing City, most of the people who are at the low level of Qi Refining are active in the seabed, and the spiritual herbs they find are only worth some low-grade gold essence and copper coins.

Because there are so many independent cultivators, the spiritual herbs on the seabed here simply don't have time to grow.

Time passed slowly, and everyone took turns urging the engine on.

A month has passed just like that.

The rocks on the seabed have begun to turn dark red, indicating that we have arrived at the Red Rock Sea.

After another two or three days, we will enter the island area of ​​the Red Rock Sea.

Aside from practicing water-based magic, most independent cultivators prefer to operate on land, because many of their techniques are simply unusable in the sea.

"Fellow Daoists, we'll be arriving at the Demon Calamity Zone soon. Anyone willing to team up? Let's search for opportunities together in the Demon Calamity Zone."

Inside the boat, as the water grew shallower, a middle-aged cultivator spoke up with a suggestion.

After a month of getting to know each other, everyone has become familiar with each other.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, perhaps there's no need for that."

"I prefer to explore on my own."

"Yes, it's better if we go our separate ways..."

No one seemed very interested in forming a team.

"Alright." The man shook his head regretfully.

"That's right."

Yu Ling didn't reply, looking out at Shui Xingzhou.

Suddenly, he saw something swimming in a trench below.

"Fellow Daoists, there are demonic beasts below," the owner of the Water Boat immediately warned.

Everyone immediately looked down.

"It's an Ironbeard Fish! A high-level demonic beast, and it's in its adult form."

Some cultivators recognized it; the fish below was three zhang long, with a head like a tortoise, a dark blue body, and most notably, several six-zhang long fleshy whiskers on its neck.

The owner of the boat immediately stopped the boat.

It must have been the movement of the boat on the water that disturbed it.

This kind of monster has extremely sensitive senses.

"Did it sense us?"

Everyone tensed up immediately; no one wanted to encounter a sea monster in the water.

It's a high-level demon beast.

"Fellow Daoists, each of you contribute one low-grade spirit stone. If we are exposed, we will use the spirit stones to propel the water-going boat and escape at maximum speed," the middle-aged man who had gathered them said solemnly.

"OK."

No one objected, and each person took out a low-grade spirit stone.

"Fellow Daoists, we must also prepare for the worst. If we are stopped by this demon, we must immediately scatter and escape," the man reminded them.

Everyone knew without him saying it.

Everyone had their watercraft ready.

Encountering a monster of this level is the only option; even on land, no one can defeat it.

Fortunately, there are many people, so there is still a good chance of escaping.

Watching the fish demons searching in the distance, he thought to himself, "If they scatter and escape, I'll use spirit stones to power the water-walking boat, and then use the Black-Tail Technique to disguise myself as a beast. That way, they shouldn't chase me."

By practicing the Black-Tailed Serpent Technique, he can make his aura smell like that of a black-tailed snake demon.

Although demonic beasts also devour other demonic beasts, the allure of cultivators is definitely greater.

The immortal blood within him was refined using the Black Tail Technique, making it the Black Tail Immortal Blood. The Black Tail aura it emitted was incomparable to methods like talismans.

"There's still one left!"

Just as everyone was on tenterhooks, another ironfish was seen swimming out of the trench.

This one is much smaller; it should be a mid-level demon beast.

This was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for them.