This world actually has quite a bit of black technology... Zhuang Xun boarded the ship, looking around with curiosity.
Many crew members were busy running back and forth nearby.
This was a merchant ship belonging to the Zhou family.
For this journey, they would leave the Xietian Mountain Range by water, then take the official road of the Jiyi Sect. After passing through the Jiyi Sect's territory, they would reach the domain of the Sword Sanctuary of the World. From there, they still had to travel a bit further to reach Sword City, where the Sword Sanctuary was located. It was a very long journey.
“Little Overlord—!”
Just as Zhuang Xun was about to follow Yi Xiaoxiang into the sterncastle, he heard a loud, collective shout from a dozen or so children behind him.
He turned around, leaned over the railing, and poked half of his body out to look at the children who had come to see him off at the ferry.
They were all crying hysterically. Seeing Yi Wangyou look back, they shouted one after another:
“Little Overlord! You must come back!”
“Little Overlord! We'll wait until next New Year to play with you again!”
“Brother Yi! Don't forget Xingmian! Xingmian will train hard in martial arts! I'll definitely go to the Sword Sanctuary of the World to find you! Definitely! Pinky promise!”
Xia Xingmian chased after the ship while shouting. When she reached the edge of the ferry, she was held back by several servants. She cried and raised her pinky high in the air.
“Little Overlord! Safe travels! The next time we meet, this King will also have become a martial artist!” Zhou Zihao stood on the tallest reef, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
As he shouted, he tilted his head back, but he couldn't stop his tears from flowing.
“A king only cries for three things in his life. First, his parents' scolding; second, the passing of a beloved pet; third, parting with his... his best... best friend! Waaah—!”
In the end, he couldn't hold it in any longer and wailed loudly.
“Goodbye!” Seeing his little playmates crying, Zhuang Xun, on the contrary, waved his hand with a bright smile.
“Goodbye!” The children also raised their hands, waving and crying out to bid him farewell.
Zhuang Xun jumped down from the railing and returned to the sterncastle in high spirits.
The sterncastle had three floors.
The first floor was the meeting hall;
The second floor was...
The third floor was where Zhuang Xun and the others resided. It contained several chambers as well as inner and outer halls, making it the best and most luxurious accommodation on the entire ship.
At this moment.
In the inner hall of the third floor, Zhou Ziruo was looking out the window, her mood somewhat low and her expression slightly sorrowful, lost in thought.
Yi Xiaoxiang stood by the wall, her back as straight as a sword, studying the map hanging on the wall.
Zhuang Xun tossed his luggage aside, slumped onto a chair, and asked, “Master, how long will it take for us to leave the Xietian Mountain Range?”
Yi Xiaoxiang snapped out of her thoughts, looked at her young disciple, and said, “It should take about one or two months.”
One or two months... This was much faster than Zhuang Xun had estimated. The Xietian Mountain Range contained tens of thousands of massive mountains, separating the Northern and Southern Domains. One could only imagine how vast it was. This ship, powered by Water-Steam Stones, was indeed not slow.
Of course, this was also because Mount Dazhou was located at the edge of the Xietian Mountain Range, which was already relatively close to the Jiyi Sect.
However, when factoring in the time needed to cross the Jiyi Sect and reach Sword City, it would probably take more than half a year to reach their destination.
That's so long.
Zhuang Xun rolled over to sit up on the chair, pulled the sleeping Bengbeng out of his backpack to play with it, and thought to himself that the Innate Law from the Sword Sanctuary of the World could only be used as a final backup. If he wanted to obtain an Innate Law quickly, he still had to rely on his own efforts.
He controlled the Debt-Lending Bladesman in Zechuan City to continue his actions, searching for traces of the Shengxue Cult.
Just a day later, he received a piece of unexpected news.
...
“Have you heard? The Debt-Lending Bladesman has made another move. Last night during the hour of Zi, someone saw Liu the Rascal dead in the alley outside the East Market, with a woodcutter's cleaver placed right next to him!” In an elegant teahouse, an old man with a goatee sat with his foot resting on a chair, speaking in a hushed tone.
“That's great news! That Liu the Rascal bullied men and dominated women all day long; he should have died a long time ago. As expected of Zechuan City's morally gray hero.”
“But how did I hear that Liu the Rascal had wounds on him that could only be left by the Chiyang Technique...”
“Ah? No way. Is the Debt-Lending Bladesman... a member of the Shengxue Cult?!”
The voices in the teahouse grew quieter and quieter.
In a corner, a man with his bamboo hat pulled down extremely low, hiding his eyes from view, stood up. He tossed two pieces of silver onto the table and walked out.
“Interesting. Is the Shengxue Cult looking for me? And even trying to win me over?”
“The alley outside the East Market, at the hour of Zi.”
Zhuang Xun chuckled softly, stepped into a dark alley next to the teahouse, and disappeared after a few leaps.
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