Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Jiang Yi sat cross-legged, regulating his breathing, and did not move for a whole day.

The magical power flows like a gentle stream, circulating endlessly through the meridians.

At first, it felt sluggish and awkward, but gradually it became smooth and unobstructed, like water flowing into a channel.

When he opened his eyes again, his realm had stabilized, and his aura was contained, unlike the superficial state he had experienced yesterday.

It was now noon, and the sky had finally cleared up.

The air still held the moisture of the rain, washing away the dust and dirt.

Jiang Yi changed into a blue robe that he had never worn before, tied his long hair into a Taoist bun, and then pushed open the door and headed towards the dock.

The dock was bustling with activity, with animal-drawn carts coming and going in an endless stream.

A dozen or so large ocean-going vessels were moored in the harbor, standing motionless amidst the waves, among which were two spirit ships.

The Liu family members were scattered in various locations to patrol and guard.

The Luo family monks were busy carrying the heavy cargo boxes onto the deck.

Several independent cultivators who wanted to board the ship arrived a step earlier than Jiang Yi and, as usual, headed towards the Wang family's spirit ship.

Just as he was about to board the ship, a member of the Wang family blocked his way and scolded him rudely.

The rogue cultivators looked at each other, not daring to argue, and could only turn back the way they came, walking back with their heads down.

Jiang Yi frowned slightly upon seeing this.

As the group approached, he cupped his hands in greeting to one of the rogue cultivators he had met before:

"Fellow Daoist Yu, what's going on? Weren't you supposed to be returning to Qingluo Island? Why are you back again?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Yu shook his head helplessly and said:

"The Wang family said they wouldn't set sail today, but would postpone it until tomorrow, asking us to wait another day."

"Delayed departure? Why?"

Jiang Yi was somewhat surprised.

The Wang family's spirit ship always travels on time, rain or shine, so a sudden delay is quite rare.

The cultivator surnamed Yu waved his hand and said:

"Who knows? Let's just wait and see. Perhaps things aren't going well at sea."

Jiang Yi glanced calmly at the bustling scene at the dock, finding it hard to believe that this was the reason for the delayed departure.

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but he said nothing, only expressing his agreement:

"Perhaps so, or perhaps you have a clearer understanding, fellow Daoist."

He nodded and smiled, then turned and left.

Since we can't leave today, let's go to the stone chamber to meditate and recuperate for another day, and leave tomorrow.

Just then.

Not far away, another rogue cultivator, behaving unusually discreetly, was also quietly observing the situation at the dock.

This person had an ordinary face and plain clothes, and was extremely inconspicuous among the group of rogue cultivators. He also seemed to be planning to leave the island.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so ships, a fleeting, enigmatic look crossing his eyes.

He didn't linger; after a few glances, he looked away and left with the crowd, quickly disappearing from sight.

"..."

A day passes in the blink of an eye.

The next day at noon, Jiang Yi went out again to the dock.

The beast-drawn carriages that rushed back and forth yesterday are nowhere to be seen, and the dock is solemn.

Several ships docked in the port were ready to depart, with many monks on guard and patrolling the sides, their expressions serious.

This time, boarding was not refused again.

Jiang Yi, along with a dozen or so independent cultivators, successfully boarded the Wang family's spirit ship.

He found a quiet corner in the lower cabin, sat cross-legged against the wall, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the ship to set sail.

at the same time.

Not far away, on the deck of the Luo family's ship, two Luo family cultivators stood side by side, talking in hushed tones.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a serious expression, asked:

"How are the preparations going? This shipment is of great importance; it must be delivered on time without any mishaps."

The other person, who was of a plump build, nodded firmly upon hearing this:

"Don't worry, the route we're taking today is the safest; it's never had a problem before."

The middle-aged Taoist priest, however, was not entirely relaxed. Gazing at the churning mist on the sea, he said in a deep voice:

"We still need to be careful. The sea fog obscures visibility. Pass down the order to all the crew to be on high alert and guard against any thieves sneaking close to the fleet."

The well-to-do monk comforted him:

"Don't be too nervous. This shipping route is confidential and will not be leaked. Moreover, to be on the safe side, I discussed it with the Wang family yesterday. He knows that this cargo is important and has agreed to escort it to the area of ​​the chaotic reefs."

That's good.

These words put the middle-aged Taoist priest at ease.

He looked up at the sky and said slowly:

"It's about time. Let's not delay and set off now."

The portly cultivator had no objection, nodded in agreement, and waved to the younger members of his clan standing to the side.

Not long after.

A fleet consisting of two spirit ships slowly sailed out of the dock.

The spirit ship, at the bow and stern, protected the three large cargo ships in the middle, cutting through the sea and gradually disappearing into the vast sea fog...

"..."

At the same moment.

More than a hundred miles away from Black Reef Island.

An unnamed, desolate island, shrouded in misty sea fog, lies quietly on the surface of the ocean.

Not far from the coast, dozens of speedboats were quietly moored.

These fast sailing ships were only about ten feet long, with light hulls, and with the blessing of magic, they were extremely fast.

However, these small boats cannot withstand wind and waves, and are usually only seen near the port. Ordinary people would never sail them out to sea.

at this time.

In a natural rocky hollow not far from the coast, dozens of monks were gathered.

These people were arrogant and unruly.

Some remained silent, leaning against the rocks and feigning sleep.

Some looked focused as they silently cleaned and maintained their weapons.

Some laughed and joked freely, eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls around the fire.

They all exuded a fierce and murderous aura, making it clear at a glance that they were no benevolent people.

Their cultivation levels are not low; those in the early stage of Qi Refining are rare, and those in the late stage of Qi Refining account for nearly 30%.

Such a powerful group could easily dominate a region.

Even ordinary cultivation families couldn't gather such a team.

At the head of the rocky ravine, there is a raised reef.

A monk with cold eyes and an expressionless face sat there casually.

His aura was immense, and his cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Judging from the respectful glances cast unintentionally by the nearby cultivators, he was undoubtedly the leader of this group.

They hid there for reasons unknown, their purpose unknown, seemingly waiting quietly for something.

About half an incense stick later.

Suddenly, the sea surface surged with waves, and a cultivator riding a demonic shark rapidly approached the deserted island.

The man, beaming with excitement, leaped ashore and strode swiftly to the rocky outcrop, where he cupped his hands in greeting and said:

"Boss! News has come in that the target is on their way!"

Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Duan Lang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Is the location confirmed?"

The visitor spoke with certainty:

"Our scouts on the island have sent back a rough route. All we need to do is send the men out to scout around, and we'll surely find our target!"

"very good."

Duan Lang nodded in satisfaction, slowly rose, and swept his gaze over everyone present, saying in a deep voice:

"Brothers, we've got work to do! After drifting at sea for so long, once we finish this job, I'll take you back to the island for some real relaxation!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators' eyes lit up, and the scene immediately became noisy and chaotic.

Duan Lang smiled faintly and uttered two words:

"Set off."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and, in a few bounds, reached the shore.

The cultivators behind him quickly packed up and followed.

Figures swarmed out like locusts, their unrestrained howls echoing throughout, heralding the start of the grand feast.

Soon after.

Dozens of crimson sails rose one after another and sailed away from the coast, like blood-red blades cutting into the sea.

The sails billowed like a fully drawn bow under the blessing of magic.

The clipper cut through the waves, racing headlong southwest, and soon disappeared into the vast sea fog...