After escaping from the Green Hill Tombs, Fang Xing and Jinwu flew toward a small dock in the easternmost part of Bohai Nation since no one was chasing them. When they arrived at the dock, they saw a big luxuriously decorated ship anchored in the bay. Fang Xing and Jinwu boarded the ship and saw a middle-aged man with a stout appearance sitting in the hall. He was the fat Daoist who had become a core disciple of Hundred Beasts Faction, Yu Sanliang.
"The 18 large teleportation altars in the Nan Zhan Continent are under the control of the Huangfu Family and the people who are loyal to them. I'm afraid they are waiting for you to come to them. Therefore, you can't leave through the altars, and it's not a good choice to cross the sea on a spiritual boat. The Huangfu Family set up a flight restriction to capture you not long ago. If you fly in the air, you will be easily spotted by the Huangfu Family's spies!"
Seeing Fang Xing enter the hall, the fat Daoist stood up and said, "That's why I prepared this big ship for you. Pretend to be a rich young master of Bohai Nation who is out on a trip. There are many mortals in the world, so it's not easy for the Huangfu Family to spy on you. However, this way, you will be much slower, and you can only travel along the coast. This mortal ship won't be able to withstand the strong wind and waves!"
"Haha, don't worry about it. It's good enough to sit on this thing for a while. Senior Brother Pig, let's meet again in a hundred years!"
Fang Xing laughed and patted the fat Daoist's shoulder.
The fat Taoist heaved a long sigh. His eyes were a little red. He hurriedly took out a storage bag and said, "The Green Fox Ghost Mask and the Blood Lotus Seed that you left with me earlier are all here. I've placed the jade coffin in the cabin below. In addition, I've prepared a large amount of good wine and food. It'll be enough for Junior Brother Fang to use for a while …"
At this point, she paused and then whispered, "Also, my surname is really Yu …"
"Senior Brother Pig sounds so nice!"
Fang Xing laughed, took the storage bag, waved his hand, and said: "You better be careful, don't get caught. I'll tell you in advance, I won't go and save you. If you really can't do it, don't stay in a broken place like the Hundred Beasts Sect, go to the Snowy Mountain. That old bastard Wan Luo is already so old, but he doesn't even have a servant by his side. If you go and flatter him, you can get some benefits!"
When the fat Taoist heard this, he knew that Fang Xing was trying to find a good background for him. He felt touched and guilty. He said, "Junior Brother Fang, I only have what I have today because of you. It's hard to express my gratitude in words. It's a pity that I'm really useless. The only thing I can help you with is this small matter. I only hope … sigh, I hope that one day, I can really help you …"
"Go to hell, you're so long-winded …"
Fang Xing kicked the talkative fat Taoist into the sea and waved his hand at the maids and servants on the ship: "Set sail!"
The big ship raised its sails and sailed out of the sea. The fat Taoist jumped out of the water and looked at the back of the big ship, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"This little bastard, he really isn't likable …"
Wiping the seawater off his face, the fat Taoist cursed helplessly.
Fang Xing didn't like the fat daoist's nonsense either, so he just kicked him into the ocean. However, he trusted the fat daoist quite a bit. This time, before he came to assassinate him, he left the Green Fox Ghost Mask and the Blood Lotus Seed with him. If he couldn't escape after entering the Green Hill Tomb, he would enter the Immortal Palace to threaten the old stone tortoise.
Moreover, if he lost his life, the fat Taoist could give these two treasures to Xiao Man.
Of course, this kind of 'what if' was actually subconscious. In reality, he didn't even think about what if.
The ship wasn't very big, only a few dozen feet long. The people on the ship were also ordinary boatmen and maids. They didn't have any cultivation and didn't know much. When they saw the Golden Crow, they trembled in fear, afraid that the big bird would eat them. They were bought along with the ship by the fat Taoist a long time ago and left at the dock to wait. In order to prevent information from leaking, they were not allowed to come into contact with the outside world until they set sail.
However, although he didn't have any cultivation, he was still good at serving others. He served Fang Xing and the Golden Crow comfortably, and just like that, he became a rich young master who went out to sea to play. Speaking of which, this was Fang Xing's dream since he was young. To ride a big ship, bring a bunch of minions, and bring a dozen old women from the Spring Coming Brothel, and knock over all the broken boats that recited poetry in the river …
Now, other than the old women from the Spring Coming Brothel, the rest were almost all done.
Of course, they were setting sail on the sea, but it was not quite the same as traveling on the river as he had imagined.
Between the four provinces of the Tian Yuan Empire lay the boundless Sea of Evil. It was difficult for mortals to cross it in their entire lives. There were many immortal mountains and strange islands in the sea, scattered like stars in the sky. There were also countless sea daemons, immortal dwellings, and even great organizations like the dragons of the Cang Lan Sea. It was no safer than land. Fang Xing had yet to recover from his injuries, so he didn't really dare to sail into the deep sea. He could only travel along the coast like a mortal while recovering from his injuries.
After recovering from his injuries, Fang Xing and the Golden Crow did not have to worry much with their current abilities. Even if they couldn't win, they could escape.
For the first few days, the most important thing for Fang Xing was to recover from his injuries. The finger strike from Huangfu Daozi before he was beheaded was not light at all. It had pierced through his lungs, and he had forcefully endured it with his cultivation. Fortunately, his body was tough, so he could endure it with some difficulty.
After eating dinner, Fang Xing drank a large bowl of fine alcohol and swallowed a few healing pills. He then sat down and began to study Huangfu Daozi's head. When he poured it out from his storage pouch, he saw that Huangfu Daozi's eyes were already closed, and he was no longer breathing. He seemed like he was dead, but there were no signs of decay. He seemed like a jade sculpture, vivid and lifelike, with clear lines.
"Is he dead?"
Fang Xing lifted the head up and slapped it twice.
"Don't kill me … Please don't kill me …"
With two slaps, a lotus imprint appeared between Huangfu Daozi's eyebrows. His soul sense was sent out, and his eyes opened.
"Oh my, he's not dead yet?"
Fang Xing felt that it was slightly fresh. When he chopped off Huangfu Daozi's head and casually took it away, it was because of his bandit nature that he intended to display this head to others. But he never imagined that Huangfu Daozi was actually different from others. His head had been chopped off, yet he was still alive and well. Even if he was placed in a storage pouch, he would only temporarily go into hibernation, and he would come back to life with two slaps.
Fang Xing was no fool, and he knew with a single thought that this person surely had an extraordinary treasure in his possession to be able to protect his soul sense from dispersing.
"Tell me honestly, do you have some sort of treasure?"
Fang Xing glared at the head and started to extort a confession.
How could Huangfu Daozi be willing to say anything? He knew that once he lost his extraordinary treasure, his life would be over immediately. Thus, he could only plead incessantly and didn't dare mention anything about the extraordinary treasure in the slightest. He said all sorts of nice things, yet he was pitiful, and his appearance was indescribably miserable.
If he knew the situation he was in now, then he probably wouldn't have issued that order to capture Fang Xiaojiu no matter how he was pressured.
Fang Xing slapped him over ten times in succession, yet Huangfu Daozi still continued to plead for mercy and was unwilling to divulge anything about the extraordinary treasure. Fang Xing originally intended to directly dig open his head to take a look, but he felt that he could still force some useful information out of Huangfu Daozi's mouth, so he temporarily dispelled this thought and shouted towards the outside of the cabin. "That chick with big breasts, bring me a pail of urine …"
Not long after, a pretty maidservant brought a pail of urine into the cabin. She originally intended to seduce this Young Master in the cabin, yet she never imagined that she would see Fang Xing holding a human head in his hand with a single glance, and she was instantly frightened to the point of slapping him. Fang Xing was speechless. He stood up to carry the pail of urine himself, yet he noticed that it had already been washed clean, and he was dissatisfied, so he ran off to get a new one.
"Are you going to speak or not?"
Fang Xing held Huangfu Daozi's head in one hand and the pail of urine in the other as he threatened fiercely.
"I beg you … Spare me … Once I'm resurrected, I'll surely give you the greatest repayment …"
"Fuck you! You're still being stubborn! Go in and stay there!"
Fang Xing was infuriated, and he soaked Huangfu Daozi in the pail of urine before lying on the bed and sleeping.
During these past few days, a calamity had swept through the Nan Zhan Continent, causing countless amounts of blood to flow and countless people to die.
At this moment, the culprit of this calamity was bored on the ocean, and for the sake of relieving his boredom, he tormented Huangfu Daozi. He either tossed Huangfu Daozi into the pail of urine or tied Huangfu Daozi's head with an Immortal Bind Rope and tossed him into the ocean to fish for sharks. After two or three days, Huangfu Daozi still wasn't willing to speak of the secret of the extraordinary treasure, yet he spat out everything about the Huangfu Clan's secret techniques and cultivation techniques, and it could be considered to be a small gain.
Of course, Fang Xing who was tormenting Huangfu Daozi with all his might didn't know that on the surface of the ocean 500 kilometers away, there was a girl in a pink dress walking over on the blue waves, and it seemed like she intended to properly torment him.
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