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Chapter 300

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Not long after, Wang Changsheng arrived at the deck.

Dozens of young men and women dressed in Taiqing Palace attire were gathered in twos and threes, discussing something.

At this moment, the blue ship was rapidly flying at an altitude of several hundred feet. Looking down from the ship, one could see the boundless blue sea.

Although they had read about the sea in ancient records, when they saw it with their own eyes, they were still shocked.

Wang Changsheng walked to the edge of the deck and took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, his expression somewhat excited.

Speaking of which, this wasn't the first time Wang Changsheng had seen the sea. Before he reached Foundation Establishment, he had ridden on a ship controlled by mortals. However, that ship's speed was average and it was shaky, causing him to vomit and have diarrhea.

This Sea Crossing Boat was different. Not only was its flying speed extremely fast, it was also very stable.

"Hey, Senior Martial Brother Wang, what a coincidence! You also came to the deck to get some fresh air? "A somewhat familiar male voice came from behind him.

Wang Changsheng turned around and found Chen Fengxiao standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, it's Junior Martial Brother Chen. I didn't think Junior Martial Brother Chen would also pass the test."

The Dao of Formations was broad and profound. Even if one had a certain amount of talent, they would still need to spend a lot of time to study it. As a result, the cultivation of Formation Masters was generally not high, their cultivation speed was relatively slow, and their divine abilities were extremely ordinary. He didn't think that Chen Fengxiao, a Formation Master, would be able to defeat five Foundation Establishment stage puppets.

"I did pass the test, but it was different from Senior Martial Brother Wang. I passed the Formation Master test," Chen Fengxiao explained with a smile.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, the surprise on his face lessened. Chen Fengxiao was a Formation Master, so passing the Formation Master test wasn't strange.

"That's right, Senior Martial Brother Wang. After we arrive at the branch, are you interested in going out to sea to hunt Monster Beasts?" Chen Fengxiao seemed to have thought of something and asked.

"No, I advise Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen not to rush out to the sea to hunt monsters. We should first familiarize ourselves with the situation overseas. After all, we only know about the situation overseas from the ancient books. The things recorded in the ancient books may not be accurate." Wang Changsheng shook his head, thought for a while, and suggested.

According to Wang Changsheng's plan, he would first familiarize himself with the situation overseas before going out to sea to hunt Demonic Beasts. Haste makes waste. Even if he went out to sea later, there was no need to rush.

Hearing that, Chen Fengxiao nodded. Then, he began chatting with Wang Changsheng. The content of their conversation was related to the sea. For example, a certain year, two sects had a big fight, a certain person had obtained a rare treasure while hunting a Yao beast overseas, or a certain island had been attacked by a sea demon.

Wang Changsheng looked at Chen Fengxiao with a strange expression and asked with some doubt, "Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen, why haven't I seen the things you said in the ancient books that the sect has about the sea?"

Before leaving, Wang Changsheng had gone to the Scripture Pavilion to look up a large number of ancient books that recorded the situation overseas. For example, the 《Overseas Records》, 《Overseas Conversations》, 《Yun Zhongzi's Travels Abroad》, and so on. However, he had never seen the things Chen Fengxiao said in the ancient books.

"My father stayed overseas for dozens of years. These were all his personal experiences. Unfortunately, not long after he returned to the sect, he passed away." At the end, Chen Fengxiao's expression became somewhat gloomy.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he suddenly understood.

"This is the ancient book that I compiled based on my father's experiences. If Senior Martial Brother Wang is interested, you can take a look." After saying that, Chen Fengxiao took out a blue book and handed it to Wang Changsheng. On the cover of the book were the words "Chen Zijie's Observations" written in gold.

Wang Changsheng nodded, took the book, and put it away.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice Chen is not feeling well. I will go back to my room to rest. Let's talk next time." After chatting for a while, Chen Fengxiao said goodbye and went back to his room.

Wang Changsheng stood on the deck and enjoyed the sea breeze for a while. Then, he planned to go back to his room to read the book that Chen Fengxiao had given him. Just as he turned around, a young woman in a white palace dress and a tall young man in white clothes happened to come face to face with him.

Seeing the woman in the white palace dress, Wang Changsheng was slightly surprised. This woman turned out to be Murong Bing. He didn't expect that she would also come to the overseas branch. As for the young man in white clothes beside Murong Bing, Wang Changsheng didn't know him. However, from the long red sword that the young man in white clothes carried on his back, he was most likely from the Thousand Sword Sect.

"Senior Sister Bing, you should have come out to the deck a long time ago. You will be bored to death if you stay in the room all the time," the young man in white clothes said with a smile.

"En." Murong Bing faintly responded and lifted her feet to walk forward. When she saw Wang Changsheng walking in front of her, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. However, she didn't greet Wang Changsheng. Instead, she directly walked past Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng turned his head to look at Murong Bing's beautiful figure and shook his head. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes as he lifted his feet and walked back to the cabin.

After returning to his room, Wang Changsheng took out the book "Chen Zijie's Observation Log" and began to flip through it.

After flipping through a few pages, Wang Changsheng's face revealed a trace of dignified expression. The content of this book was very rich. The description of hunting demon beasts in the sea was very detailed. It also described more than a dozen hunting methods and precautions for demon beasts. It was much more useful than the ancient books in the sect. It seemed that Chen Fengxiao's father had also hunted many demon beasts in the sea in the past.

… ….

Half a year later.

At dusk, in the sky above a giant island, hundreds of cultivators wearing uniforms were patrolling in the air. Everyone's face was full of vigilance.

"Martial Nephew Liu, why haven't Senior Brother Chen and the others arrived yet? Didn't they say they would arrive at noon today? Why haven't they arrived yet after being delayed for several hours? " In a meeting hall on a mountain peak on the island, a middle-aged scholar asked a thin old man in a white robe below.

The middle-aged scholar had a white face and no beard. His facial features were regular. He wore a blue scholar's robe and held a yellow scroll in his hand.

"Martial Uncle Song, according to the Ten Thousand Miles Communication Talisman I received this morning, Martial Uncle Chen and the others should have arrived at noon. I don't know why they were delayed for several hours. However, Martial Uncle Song, please don't worry. I have already sent people to inquire about the news. There should be news soon," the white-robed old man said respectfully.

"Martial Uncle Song, please don't worry! Nothing will happen. There are hundreds of our sect's elite disciples and three Yuanying cultivators on the ship. Their overall strength is not inferior to that of a medium-sized sect. I don't believe that there will be any power that will attack Martial Uncle Chen and the others, "a white-haired old woman holding a dragon-headed walking stick said slowly.

The middle-aged scholar nodded and was about to say something when a white disc hanging on the white-robed old man's waist suddenly emitted a buzzing sound. At the same time, it shone brightly.

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