Dong Yang had no idea whether the others were blind or not. All he knew was that the people who followed him were able to reap a lot of benefits every day. At least, they did not have to worry about food and water anymore.
Was this considered an unexpected reward?
As for the people on the Harvest? In Dong Yang's words, they were tortured by not being able to eat their fill every day.
Why was it like this? It was all because of Tang Ling's claim that he only wanted essence energy. If he did not have enough essence energy, he would replace it with all sorts of nutritious rations that he brought along with the ship.
'Is this how a captain runs a ship?' Did energy come in essence or not? As long as the amount was sufficient, it could be replenished!
I really do not know what is going on in this guy's mind.
With that in mind, Dong Yang could not help but glance at Tang Ling who was cultivating on the observation deck.
Tang Ling had entered a meditative state. Under the morning light, he somehow looked a little mysterious. Similar to how he did not like to explain himself, the others sometimes could not catch up with his thoughts. Although they pretended to complain, deep down, they somehow trusted him.
Even if it meant starving!
It was so touching! Why did they trust this guy so much? After spending more time with him, their trust grew day by day.
Did he do anything special? All he did was surprise everyone every day and he could not even sleep in peace.
However, Dong Yang had to admit that in just four days, he had improved a little under such high pressure. What exactly did he improve? Dong Yang could not explain it. It should be an all-round improvement. Including the accumulation of energy?
Even though he was not full, the energy was still accumulating! Tang Ling chose the best parts of his body and coupled with the high-strength nutrient solution, he might not feel full, but he could actually meet his daily needs.
While Dong Yang was lost in his thoughts, Bei Qi suddenly muttered, "Tang Ling's energy is insane."
How could it not be insane? Other than cultivating every day, Tang Ling would hunt for prey at the bottom of the sea. Other than mealtimes, the rest of the time, even the men, including Bei Qi, who lived at the bottom of the ship, did not know when Tang Ling was sleeping.
Therefore, it made sense for Tang Ling to be so powerful.
With that thought, Bei Qi quickly finished the fish in his hand, stood up, and said, "I'm going to cultivate."
After saying that, he chose a spot on the deck and began his own cultivation.
Not only Beiqi, but Han Xing, Luo Li, Dong Yang, and Nan Yu also did the same.
Fatty blinked a few times and looked at everyone. He couldn't help but say, "What about the dishes I made, the fish soup, and the pastries? Aren't you going to eat? "
"Ahem, energy that is not the essence is not beneficial to my body." Nan Yu curled his lips and said that. Then, he went back to his cultivation without looking back.
"I can't eat anymore." Han Xing was even more direct.
"Yes, I'm full," Ro Li said.
"Leave a portion for me." Dong Yang smiled warmly before Han Xing and Ro Li grabbed him by the neck.
"Why are you so cunning?" The two of them were unconvinced. Why didn't they think of such a good idea?!
"Who cares about this bunch of lunatics? He was afraid that he would be slower than Tang Ling! I don't care, I want to eat and then go cultivate. "West Wind glanced at these fools.
"I want to eat too." Higan licked her lips and looked like she wanted more.
Fatty was immediately moved. Look, look! Still, West Wind knew that his cooking skills were so hard to give up.
As for Higan, Fatty completely ignored her. She had lost her sense of taste, so what did it matter what she ate? Maybe her stomach could hold a little more.
Did she turn into a female husky boar after she got together with Tang Ling?
Speaking of which, wasn't Tang Ling a Harsheen boar? How could she miss out on food?
Fatty scratched his head, unable to figure out the reason.
**
As time went by, the short morning light turned into the scorching sun.
Wu Qing stood on the Charge Bugle, looking at the small boats that had finally finished distributing the Black Steel Hammerhead Fish, and then at the Harvest in the distance, his gaze was slightly complicated.
He had just come out from the control room, and through the monitor, he saw the group of perverts on the Harvest. Other than Higan, who went into the cabin, and Fatty, who came out of nowhere, all of them went back to their cultivation.
Why are they so energetic? Is it because of Tang Ling?
If he remembered correctly, they have been busy the whole day! Hunting did not differentiate between day and night. Every day, they would stir up a storm. There were a few times when Wu Qing almost ordered the Horn of Charge to rescue them since it was a dangerous situation.
However, each time the so-called danger was mysteriously resolved amidst the scolding and cursing of the perverts.
Then, all they did was cultivate and cultivate! As the captain, Tang Ling did not seem to have a plan. He just allowed the ship to move forward at a steady pace. He did not even bother to search for the areas that might have resources for advancement.
Although they were still within the safety line and the possibility of running into the three major resources was not high, it was not impossible!
If they could get the other two resources before they entered the Devil Mist, it would be a huge advantage! Who knew how long they would be delayed by the Devil Mist? Who could guarantee that they would have time to search for the other two resources after they broke free from the Devil Mist?
On top of that, the sea beyond the safety line was filled with unpredictable dangers at all times. Even searching for an island to replenish their supplies would be difficult.
Lastly, the safety line was also a mysterious place. Shouldn't they be prepared to cross the safety line?
Wu Qing was a very meticulous person, so he really could not understand Tang Ling's laziness.
After all, the Charge had the most advanced intelligence system. Based on what he knew, the rest of the larger fleets had started to disperse and search for possible spots of resources. Even the fleets that did not have the ability to fight for resources had started to prepare to cross the safety line.
What was Tang Ling doing? Why would he have the heart to feed those fleets that were destined to lose their resources?
From Wu Qing's point of view, that was exactly what Tang Ling was doing! Tang Ling had been hunting a lot, yet he wasted a lot of his prey for the smaller ships that followed him. What else could it be other than feeding the fleets?
Why did he say that those fleets could not get the resources? It was because most of the fleets were grassroots. Be it the ships or the people, they were not the kind that could handle the dangers of the sea.
Even with the help of the following system, it would only slightly improve the situation. It was similar to when a huge danger was approaching, one would have to deal with it first, would one not?
The troublesome thing was that most of the fleets that followed Tang Ling were grassroots fleets. Otherwise, why would there be so many ships splitting the prey that Tang Ling wasted?
Wu Qing thought it was time to have a talk with Tang Ling. From his point of view, he should persuade the smaller ships not to cross the safety line. It was better than losing their lives, was it not?
Just as Wu Qing was looking at these people anxiously, a normal intelligence officer on the Charge came to find him. "Captain, Ling Yu is here. He wants to talk to you."
As expected, Wu Qing exclaimed in his heart. He then glanced at the side of the ship. Ling Yu was on a small ship and had arrived below the Charge.
"Tell him to come to the meeting room," said Wu Qing before he went straight to the meeting room.
This time, the voyage was actually very tight. It might seem like only four days had passed, but they could not afford to waste any more time.
**
Liszt leaned back in his seat and lazily watched the images that were transmitted through the super-advanced equipment without saying a word.
What kind of image was that? As a matter of fact, it was nothing new. It was just the image of the Harvest hunting, but the prey was different. It was a maturing black iron hammerhead fish.
"Young Empress, what do you think?" Beside Liszt was a middle-aged man. He was arranging the plates for Liszt while he asked Liszt.
The food that day was mainly prepared according to the style of the old civilization's Light Continent, so the arrangement of the knives and forks had to be meticulously arranged.
Everything about the young empress had to be exquisite and follow the etiquette. The future emperor of this era had to pay attention to every detail.
Theoretically, the young empress should be the only one participating in this voyage, but as the young empress' butler, he had to tag along.
There was nothing that a hero family could not solve, let alone a trivial matter like this.
The only restriction was that unless there was absolute danger, the butler was not allowed to make a move or interfere with the fairness of the voyage.
Therefore, he had to carry a small monitoring device that Darkness Port had provided him with at all times.
It pissed him off. How could he treat the young empress' butler so rudely? When the young empress became the emperor, Darkness Port would have to pay for this little act!
As the thought lingered in his mind, the butler had already finished arranging the plates. He then asked the maid to serve the appetizers.
Liszt lazily fiddled with the dishes on the plate. These fresh fruits and vegetables, which were very precious at sea and preserved with special methods, seemed not worth mentioning to him.
He did not even have the mood to eat. He picked up a red glazed eggplant that was said to be the best mutated variety. The taste was even better than the tomato from the old civilization. He took a bite and said, "Mr. Butler, don't you think Tang Ling and the group of people who followed him have improved?"
"Young Empress, you are also improving every day. You are definitely stronger than Tang Ling now. It's just that you don't want to solve things with force.
"After all, you've said that using force is the most inferior method."
Liszt picked up the white wine beside him and took a sip.
In the Purple Moon era, even with the best ingredients, it was impossible to brew wine as good as the old civilization's. In this era, no one would study these seemingly useless things.
Therefore, the wine was a precious relic from the old civilization.
However, when Liszt drank it, he did not feel good because he was not in a good mood.
The butler's words did not calm him down because there were some secrets that only he, the first heir of the hero family, knew.
Swirling the wine glass in his hand, Liszt went silent for a while before he said, "Call Hank here."
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