In the East Ocean, the waves were boundless, the winds were mighty, and the clouds were turbulent.
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In the sky, a red-crowned crane flapped its wings and flew forward, followed by a white carpet. After a few days of travel, Ying Feiyang and the others were now above the East Ocean.
The salty and moist sea breeze blew against their faces, bringing with it the scent of freedom. Looking at the blue sky, Ying Feiyang's mood was broadened along with his vision, and the anger he had been feeling from Mu Xiaomei for the past few days dissipated.
If Ying Feiyang had a nemesis in this world, it would definitely be Mu Xiaomei. This girl was born with the ability to anger him to the point that he had a headache, and she still had a pure and innocent look on her face. Even though Ying Feiyang boasted that he had a good upbringing, he had almost lost control of himself several times.
But as angry as he was, Ying Feiyang had to admit that Mu Xiaomei was somewhat reliable. The East Ocean was vast, and it was not easy to fly across it. There were many cultivators who lost their way and fell into the sea because they could not find a place to rest. If not for Mu Xiaomei's guidance, Ying Feiyang and Ling Xin's journey would not have been so smooth.
Just as he was thinking, an island appeared at the end of his line of sight. Mu Xiaomei controlled her crane to descend and landed on the island. Angel Ling Xin followed closely behind her on her Light Whisk.
"Huff, I'm so tired …" Once Mu Xiaomei landed, she turned the spirit crane back into a hairpin and sat down, panting heavily. Even though the flying technique of weapon cultivators was the easiest to learn, it was still a huge burden for someone with a shallow foundation like her. She had to rest every half a day, but now, Mu Xiaomei looked as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden. "After two days of the sea breeze, we've finally arrived at the seventy-two islands of the East Ocean. Brother Tianming, Sister Ling Xin, let's take a rest first."
"We've arrived at the seventy-two islands just like that?" Ying Feiyang had been carried by the Light Dust for the entire journey and had not exerted even the slightest bit of strength. However, he did not feel tired at all. At this moment, he was looking around the island with great interest. He saw that the trees were lush and full of life. There were also many strange plants that he could not identify. It was indeed an otherworldly scene.
"That's right. This island used to be inhabited by immortals. Later on, the Spiritual Qi weakened. Other than passersby, not many people came here. However, because this island is the westernmost, it can be said to be the frontline of the seventy-two islands. This island is where itinerant cultivators gather." Mu Xiaomei warned Ying Feiyang with a serious face, "Brother Tianming, the East Sea is very complicated. There are good and bad people, masters and lowly people. Although I don't know what you are looking for, you have to be careful and don't cause any trouble!"
"You warned me not to cause trouble? How could you have the nerve to open your mouth … "The veins on Ying Feiyang's forehead throbbed uncontrollably. However, he also knew that it was better not to cause trouble in the East Ocean.
The seventy-two islands of the East Ocean were just a general name. No one knew how many islands there were. Because of the scattered layout of the islands, it was doomed to be difficult to have any big sects. However, it was the holy land of the world's itinerant cultivators.
Within the seventy-two islands, there were all kinds of cultivators from the three religions and hundreds of sects. Even evil cultivators were not few. It could be said that it was a place where good and bad people mixed together.
As an itinerant cultivator, most of them were free and unrestrained. Therefore, in the past, things like killing and robbing often happened. It was not until the establishment of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals that the situation was somewhat restrained. However, it was only 'somewhat'. After all, the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals was only a loose alliance with limited binding force.
Because there were many itinerant cultivators, it was almost a common understanding in the cultivation world that the East Ocean was deep and the undercurrent was unpredictable. People who seemed to have a shallow cultivation level might have a deep background. Fellow Daoists who seemed to be smiling wholeheartedly could turn into evil people with evil intentions in the blink of an eye.
Mu Xiaomei continued without any self-awareness, "Especially now, the Langye sea market is about to be held. All kinds of itinerant cultivators will gather here. Brother Tianming, if you cause trouble, I can't help you clean up the mess … Hmm, but it's also a good thing. The thing that you're looking for can be traded in the Langye sea market. Perhaps you can find it there!"
"It's not that simple!" Ying Feiyang shook his head. What they were looking for was not an ordinary treasure. However, this also reminded them.
Ling Xin said, "Brother Ying, let Miss Xiaomei rest for a while. How about you and I continue to sense the whereabouts of the 'thing'?"
"That's exactly what I'm thinking!" Ying Feiyang said as he reached out to touch the Holy Maiden's palm and closed his eyes. There was a secret art in Buddhism that could sense the whereabouts of the eight protectors before they were attached to the body of the person. Ying Feiyang had been taught this secret art as well.
However, due to the distance, he could only sense that the Yaksha's aura was in the East Ocean. The exact location was unclear. Now that he was in the East Ocean, it was time to give it a try.
The two of them pressed their palms against each other and focused. A solemn, profound, and mysterious aura emerged from their bodies. In Ying Feiyang's sea of consciousness, the scenery of the sea and sky was already similar to the East Sea. Under the sea, a magnificent palace was the residence of the "Dragon Crowd." Above the Nine Heavens was the high and mighty 'heavenly crowd' passing through the sky.
At this moment, the 'heavenly crowd' and 'dragon crowd' were out. They searched for the whereabouts of the 'Yaksha', which was also one of the eight. Suddenly, the sea of consciousness was stirred up. Among the waves, the ferocious and terrifying Yaksha stood on the sea, his face clearly visible.
"Zeng!" Ying Feiyang and Holy Maiden Ling Xin separated their hands and took two steps back. Their faces were covered in sweat, but their eyes opened at the same time, shining brightly!
"Southeast!" The Holy Maiden pointed at the vast sea.
"Thirty-three miles!" Ying Feiyang said. Just now, they sensed the whereabouts of the Yaksha's aura, and the location was unprecedentedly clear.
Holy Maiden Ling Xin turned to Mu Xiaomei and asked, "Miss Xiaomei, may I ask which island is thirty-three miles in that direction?"
This was not the first time the two of them used the secret art. Mu Xiaomei was already used to their actions. She looked in the direction the Holy Maiden pointed and calculated the distance. "Hmm … thirty-three miles in that direction …"
Suddenly, Mu Xiaomei's expression changed. "The thing you are looking for is over there? Are you sure? "
"Of course I'm sure. What's wrong?" Ying Feiyang asked.
Mu Xiaomei said solemnly, "There are no islands in that direction …"
"No islands. Could it have fallen into the sea? That's troublesome …" Holy Maiden Ling Xin frowned. If the Yaksha's aura fell into the sea, it would be even more difficult to find it in the bottomless sea.
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