One month later.
Qingyun Market.
That morning, Lu Changsheng, Lu Miaoge, and Lu Miaohuan finished checking out of their lodgings and arrived at the northern gate of the market, waiting for the arrival of the Spiritual Vessel.
It was the same location where Lu Changsheng had boarded a Spiritual Vessel before. Many cultivators had come early to wait, and several Qingyun Sect Law Enforcement Cultivators were maintaining order.
They didn’t have to wait too long; a blue Spiritual Vessel, over thirty feet tall and fifty to sixty feet long, slowly descended from the high clouds, shrouded in the luminescence of a formation.
This Spiritual Vessel looked the same as the one Lu Changsheng had previously taken to Jiuxiao Immortal City. Presumably, they were all built by the Qingyun Sect, specifically for long-distance transportation.
“So this is a Spiritual Vessel…”
Lu Miaohuan and Lu Miaoge were both looking at the vessel with expressions of surprise and curiosity.
They had only ever heard about such large Spiritual Vessels and had never seen or ridden on one before.
When he had boarded the vessel before, he happened to meet Xiahou Wuwo and witnessed the power of the ship firsthand.
He knew that both defense and offense had reached the Third Rank, a level that ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators would not dare confront.
This made him very keen to get his hands on such a Spiritual Vessel.
If a war were to break out between the two clans in the future, having such a vessel in the sky would be incredibly imposing.
Soon, the Spiritual Vessel hovered in mid-air.
Two Foundation Establishment Cultivators came out and announced loudly, “Everyone with a pass token, please queue up and board the Spiritual Vessel in an orderly fashion.”
“Those who disturb the order will be disqualified from boarding!”
As their voices fell, a rainbow light fell from the vessel, transforming into successive steps.
The Law Enforcement Cultivators from the Qingyun Sect kept order, directing everyone to board the ship in an orderly queue.
This time, Lu Changsheng’s ticket for the Spiritual Vessel was still for the second-tier category, a standard cabin.
However, compared to the single room he had before, it was slightly larger, belonging to a multi-occupancy area, with about thirty square meters.
Although it was a bit cramped for three people, they had no other choice given the limited options.
After all, he had also stayed in a luxurious superior room before, which mainly had an additional supply of spiritual energy but wasn’t much larger than a standard cabin. S̈
“I wonder how Qing Shan and Qing Zhu will react when they see us,” Lu Miaohuan said with a joyful expression, looking out at the sea of clouds from the window.
Such scenery was naturally nothing special to her.
But since it was her first time riding a Spiritual Vessel, she felt a novelty similar to what Lu Changsheng had experienced before.
“Hehe, they will certainly be very surprised,” Lu Changsheng replied, seeing his wife so happy put him in a good mood too.
Ever since they started preparing to go to Jinyang Sect, Lu Miaoge and Lu Miaohuan had been in very high spirits these past days.
But it was Lu Miaohuan who wore her emotions on her sleeve, her moods clearly reflected on her face.
He took out teaware, spiritual tea, and a spring of spiritual water from his storage ring and began to brew the tea.
He then took out the Spiritual Origin Pearl he had obtained from Xiahou Wuwo.
Since the Spirit Vein at home had already been upgraded to a Second Rank superior grade.
He did not immediately give the pearl to Ling Zixiao to nourish the Spirit Vein.
Now, it could be put to good use, allowing the three of them to cultivate simply and restore their spiritual energy after making talismans in the room.
“To make a trip to the Jin Kingdom, at the very least, I’ll need to break through to Core Formation…”
At that moment, Lu Changsheng thought of another daughter, the one in the Five Poisons Cult in Jin Kingdom, whom he had never met.
According to his expectations, to visit his daughter in the Five Poisons Cult, he would need the strength of Core Formation to be on the safe side.
Based on his current cultivation speed, even without worrying about the Coagulation Crystal Elixir or Core Formation Spiritual Objects, breaking through to Core Formation would take at least twenty years.
“Twenty years, she would be all grown up by then…”
Lu Changsheng thought about his seven-year-old daughter.
After another twenty years, she would have grown into an adult.
And if his daughter went astray by then, it would be quite worrisome.
After all, with Nangong Mili around, he truly wasn’t concerned about his daughter being bullied or anything like that.
His only worry was that under the guidance of the Demon Sect, the child might be led astray.
Jin Kingdom, Five Poisons Cult.
Inside a palace.
“Aaahhhh—”
A tall yet emaciated middle-aged man with a fierce face and bloodshot eyes screamed in agony and struggled vehemently.
Yet, his limbs, clavicles, and vital areas such as his waist and hips were all pierced by chains, stripping him of his mana, causing only the clanking of the chains to be heard.
“Mommy, is he in a lot of pain?”
A seven or eight-year-old girl dressed in a purple starry tulle dress, looking like an exquisite doll, watched the scene with some unease and asked with concern.
Despite her young age, she possessed a graceful figure, with tender and fair skin, clear and radiant eyes, a straight and delicate nose, and soft, pink lips.
Her long, luscious black hair, shining like the starry night, lay smooth and glistening down her back.
“Hehe, the Gold Silkworm Gu will be ready in a few days, and then he won’t be in pain anymore,” replied an affectionate and stunningly beautiful woman as she fondly stroked her daughter’s head, a gentle smile on her lips.
Clad in a regal purple gown that showcased her enticing curves and breathtaking beauty, her incomparable face was beyond the words “stunning” or “captivating.”
Her peach blossom-like eyes, misty and alluring, were filled with a captivating charm that could steal one’s soul.
Her bright, luscious lips seemed to call for a kiss.
Every inch of her body exuded an irresistible charm and seduction.
The little girl bore a striking resemblance to her.
Given the woman’s peerless beauty, one could imagine how stunning the girl would grow up to be.
“So he will no longer be in pain,” muttered Nangong Mili, perhaps noticing a tinge of pity in her daughter’s eyes. With a light lift of her snow-white hand stained with the juice of the rouge plant, the man before her could no longer scream out in pain; the agonizing grimace on his face turned numb, leaving him expressionless.