My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 358 - 340

Chapter 358: 340

In the Qinglian World, a magic-driven flying boat like this definitely fell into the top tier.

Those who could operate such a magic tool were certainly not ordinary.

Even so, the entire flying boat was shrouded in a layer of cloudy mist.

Above the flying boat, alongside the deck of the walkway on both sides of the ship’s body, a refined young man was hiding in the corner, intently reading the material in his hands.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the young man’s left shoulder was smacked.

The young man, very adeptly, turned his gaze to the right.

In his field of vision, a man of similar age but significantly larger and stronger stood smiling at him, "I just knew it, you sneak, slacking off here!"

Yao Wenxuan, the refined young man, merely glanced at the man before returning to his book.

Seeing this, Shang Rifeng, a well-built young man, glanced at the content of the book in Yao’s hand and said, "Can’t you switch to another one? I have memorized every single character in this guide."

Finally, Yao Wenxuan raised his head, glanced at Shang and said, "The spiritual treasure information given by Immortal Venerate Du Shi; every page is filled with treasures and secrets of the Immortal World. Surely it’s beneficial to read it thoroughly."

Having finished saying that, he returned to the book, studying it as if he could derive some great Dao from within.

"I give up!" Upon hearing this, Shang Rifeng rolled his eyes, quickly changing the topic, "Two of our senior brothers jumped into the sea yesterday!"

Yao Wenxuan paused his reading, asking hesitantly, "Didn’t Martial Uncle Liu discover the problem?"

Shang Rifeng shook his head, "The three night-shift Martial Uncles didn’t find anything. If it wasn’t for the night watch, they wouldn’t have sensed that someone had jumped into the sea."

"Though it wasn’t an entirely fruitless effort, of the five who jumped, two were stopped."

The refined young man Yao Wenxuan’s face grew a touch serious, asking, "Did they make any discoveries?"

"Not really sure, everyone who was controlled seemed to have lost their minds and they were all muttering about someone called Grand Heavenly Venerate," Shang Rifeng said with a worried face.

"Grand Heavenly Venerate? I thought the rumors stated se a Monsters or the Shark Demon People were causing trouble?" Yao Wenxuan frowned slightly at Shang’s words, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Who knows? In any case, I asked several of our brothers, and they all said the same. Why are you so concerned about this each day? You should just go out yourself ... really." Shang Rifeng complained.

The refined young man Yao Wenxuan wore a profound gaze, but he broke into a smile, "Where would I be without your good social standing? If I were to go, I wouldn’t be able to get as much information."

Shang Rifeng seemed quite pleased by this and laughed heartily, "Haha, you do have an eye for talent! It’s not that I like to brag, but among those forced to sail the bottom deck, there’s no one I haven’t met."

Yao Wenxuan responded with a small smile, didn’t comment, and then began researching the information in his hands again.

His eyes were holding a bit of a daze, as if he were contemplating something.

After a moment of silence, Shang Rifeng sighed, "Nowadays, even senior brothers with cultivation have become like this. Who knows if we, who have only recently begun, will suddenly cease one day."

"Who knows?" Yao Wenxuan responded, not looking up from his book.

"You think we might be cursed? They’re all saying the golden age is coming. Many places are trouble-free. But it’s in our town that strange things are happening!"

"We struggled so hard to escape from that death trap, and somehow we ended up in the Holy Land. I thought that after surviving a great disaster, good fortune would follow and we will have a chance to rise dramatically, becoming rich and noble."

"But then, less than a year after our initiation, we’re stuck on these potential suicide missions. None of the senior brothers wanted to join the team but somehow, we ended up being chosen."

Shang Rifeng leaned on the railing, looking out at the endless white fog and the dark red seawater underneath, lamenting.

Yao Wenxuan was silent for a moment before he finally broke the silence, "Do you remember that night in the town?"

"How could I forget? My father twisted off his own head in front of me and put it on the offering table!" Shang Rifeng was silent for a moment, "How come those strange things happened to us?"

Yao Wenxuan stayed silent for a long while, before saying, seemingly out of the blue, "What if, and this is only an if, the people on this boat and us, in our town..."

"Impossible!" Shang Rifeng, evidently knowing what Yao Wenxuan was going to say, interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

Moreover, in a self-comforting manner, he added:

"Besides, there are seven Martial Uncles from the Holy Land on board, one of whom is a well-known bigshot who is on par with the three Saint Masters and who only joined our Holy Lland because he wanted to be a disciple of the Immortal Venerate."

"With such a formidable person in charge, even if any demons or ghosts come, it’s impossible for it to happen like what happened two years ago."

Yao Wenxuan, the refined young man, didn’t continue the conversation. He glanced again at his friend who was standing next to him and then quietly returned to his reading, although his gaze seemed lacking in focus.

Shang Rifeng was leaning against the railing, staring blankly at the endless foggy seascape.

"Whooooooo..."

After the two fell silent for a long while, a loud siren suddenly awakened them.

The two of them got up at the same time, shared a glance, and then quickly headed towards the front deck.

After swiftly passing through the ship and the tower ship area and arriving at the main deck, they found that the entire deck was already filled with people.

Everyone, their faces excited, were engaged in enthusiastic discussion.

Several Martial Uncles were hovering over everyone’s heads, gazing into the distance.

Yao Wenxuan and Shang Rifeng glanced at each other, squeezing into an edge, and looked ahead.

Ahead of them, at the end of their vision, through the boundless white fog, the shadow of a huge island was faintly visible.

"Brother Yue, what’s going on?"

"I heard the senior elder brothers say that we may have found the spiritual objects sought by the Immortal."

"Really?"

"I’m not certain, but that’s what was reflected in the detection."

"So, doesn’t that mean we will see Immortal Venerate Du Shi soon? Why hasn’t anyone started the rituals yet?"

"What are you thinking about, not sure if you dare to report it?"

"How can we be sure, they wouldn’t want us to scout the island, would they?"

"······"

On the entire deck, countless disciples were debating.

Because this trip was too dangerous, many lower-level disciples holding odd jobs were selected through a draw. Therefore, when the selection was made, the disciples who had just begun their path bore the brunt of it.

As a result, a significant portion of the disciples on the deck hadn’t seen much.

As the crowd discussed, the magic-driven flying boat kept moving forward, and a massive island appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The moment they saw the island, the expressions of most disciples froze.

The sight in front was not a huge island at all, but it was a floating mountain of black flesh.

Various types of tentacles were growing from the moving flesh. The tentacles were of every form and shape, resembling snakes, resembling fish.

The entire thing looked like an enormous sea urchin, only without spikes, replaced with growing, malformed creatures.

"What the hell is this?!" Shang Rifeng was taken aback for a moment and exclaimed subconsciously.

Yao Wenxuan then quickly flipped through the book in his hand, stopping on a page, and hesitated to say: "If I’m not guessing wrong, this might be a natural flesh field. I heard it’s rarer than a ginseng attaining sentience after a thousand years!"

"Ginseng of a thousand years? This kind of broken stuff?" Shang Rifeng rhetorically asked Yao Wenxuan in a daze: "Where did you learn this from?"

Yao Wenxuan jiggled the material in his hand, causing Shang Rifeng to frown and say, "How come I didn’t see it in this?"

"That’s why I told you to read more!" Yao Wenxuan shook his head and said, "The value of this material given by Immortal Venerate lies not only in the various Immortal World Treasures written in it but also in the supporting knowledge."

"Just like this flesh field, it’s said that true immortals of Immortal World imprisoned demonic beings using dark instruments and raised them."

"······"

On the deck, it wasn’t only the low-level disciples who were discussing.

The seven gurus floating above were also discussing.

After a brief deliberation, three of them directly drifted back to the control room of the cabin.

The remaining four glanced at each other, releasing a strong momentum and rushed towards the eerie flesh ball.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

With a few swooshing sounds tearing the sky apart, the debating disciples were aroused.

Then they felt the magic-driven flying boat stop and slightly move backward.

In only a moment, the bizarre tentacles began to squirm from the giant black flesh ball cloaked in mist.

Due to the distance and the thick fog, they couldn’t see it clearly, and it seemed like a ghost dancing wildly in the fog.

The spiritual light flickered, mingling with the intense smell of pollution.

"Boom!"

Then, everyone felt the flying boat beneath them shake, soaring high into the sky.

After brief charging, an enormous beam of fire, resembling molten magma, charged towards the creature below.

"Boom, boom!"

This was followed by an enormous explosion.

The flesh ball creature that was bombed fell silent for an instant.

"Roar·······"

"Squeak, squeak······"

In a flash, all its tentacles started to dance wildly. It seemed to have its consciousness, and there was roaring.

Moreover, accompanying the dance, eyes opened on the creature’s tentacles and were densely packed, making it extraordinarily horrifying.

On the black flesh ball beneath, a massive eyeball was staring straight into the sky.

"Hmm!"

Everyone heard several murmurs. Then the magic-driven flying boat briefly stiffened and aggressively retreated backward.

In a moment, before the disciples could understand what had happened, the four Martial Uncles who had flown out earlier flew back together.

No, to be precise, three of them were dragged back by an old Taoist whose hair was all white.

At that moment, the three gurus in the control room of the cabin also rushed out immediately and were shocked to see the scene.

The old Taoist, Mo Yunzi, seemed to fall as he swayed. The three of them subconsciously wanted to reach out to help.

"Don’t touch!" Mo Yunzi, along with the three others, floated down and warned the remaining three.

The guru wanting to reach out froze.

"Thud!"

The four softly dropped onto the deck, and everyone confused earlier made way for them.

Perhaps it was due to disturbing something when falling, under everyone’s gaze, their hands, and faces cracked open, and amidst the fresh blood, eyes opened up and looked around as if they were alive.