“What do you need spirit stones for?” Ye Qiu asked.
The Long-Browed Daoist said, “Activating the wind-riding boat requires spirit stones.”
“Moreover, this wind-riding boat is very advanced. It needs a large number of spirit stones to start.”
Ye Qiu glanced over and noticed a directional lever at the bow of the boat, engraved with densely packed coordinates.
On the deck beside the lever, there was a formation that resembled a black hole.
The Long-Browed Daoist pointed at the black hole and said, “Throw the spirit stones in there, and they will be converted into power. Then the wind-riding boat can start. Once we adjust the coordinates, we can head to Water Moon City.”
What Ye Qiu lacked least right now was spirit stones. He immediately took out a spatial ring and handed it to the Long-Browed Daoist.
It contained ten million spirit stones.
Who would have thought that this old fellow would toss three million spirit stones into the black hole and pocket the rest for himself.
“Old thing, you even take advantage of me?” Ye Qiu’s expression darkened.
The Long-Browed Daoist smiled. “In these times, who would work for you without some benefit?”
“Besides, we’re so close. Why be so particular about it?”
Shameless.
Ye Qiu gave a cold humph.
After the spirit stones were thrown into the black hole, the formation patterns all over the wind-riding boat lit up. The Long-Browed Daoist said, “We can set off now…”
“Wait a moment!” Ye Qiu suddenly called out.
“What’s wrong?” The Long-Browed Daoist looked puzzled.
Ye Qiu’s gaze was fixed in the direction of Fragrant Heaven Pavilion. He saw the pavilion’s manager, that middle-aged fat man, standing on the balcony of the Heavenly private room, holding a messaging jade slip.
Clearly, the fat man intended to send a message to the Yin-Yang Sect headquarters.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu raised his hand and unleashed a sword finger. In an instant, the middle-aged fat man was struck down by the sword.
“Resolved,” Ye Qiu said.
The Long-Browed Daoist smiled. “Let’s go.”
Boom.
The wind-riding boat soared into the sky, covering a thousand miles in a flash. It was exceptionally steady, without the slightest jolt.
Ye Qiu, the Long-Browed Daoist, and Elder Niu sat comfortably in the cabin, eating snacks and drinking spiritual wine, perfectly at ease.
“Little brat, I’ve suddenly discovered a way to make money.”
The Long-Browed Daoist said, “This wind-riding boat is really something. It’s even better than aeroplanes in the mortal world.”
“What do you think? If I took this thing to the mortal world, wouldn’t the airlines be scrambling to buy it?”
Ye Qiu replied irritably, “You don’t lack money. Why bother with all that effort?”
The Long-Browed Daoist chuckled. “Do those mega-rich tycoons on the Forbes list lack money? They don’t. So why do they still desperately chase more wealth?”
“That only proves one truth.”
“Money is a bastard. The more you earn, the more you love it.”
The Long-Browed Daoist continued, “Besides, this poor Daoist would be providing convenience to the mortal world. That’s contributing to humanity. Do you understand contribution?”
Ye Qiu rolled his eyes.
“Little brat, just tell me if this idea of mine is feasible or not,” the Long-Browed Daoist asked.
Ye Qiu said, “Putting aside whether the wind-riding boat would be suppressed by the heavenly laws in the mortal world, even if it could travel freely, you’d still have to provide after-sales service, like engraving coordinates, maintenance…”
“Those are trifles,” the Long-Browed Daoist interrupted before Ye Qiu could finish, frowning. “There are so many airlines in the mortal world. Even if I brought this single wind-riding boat there and sold it for a sky-high price, there’s only one after all.”
“So, to make real money, I need more wind-riding boats.”
“Little brat, I’ve decided. From now on, I will devote all my efforts to helping you destroy the Yin-Yang Sect.” “Once we’ve wiped out the Yin-Yang Sect, all the wind-riding boats will be mine. That’s no problem, right?”
Ye Qiu smiled. “If we really manage to destroy the Yin-Yang Sect, I promise you I won’t take a single wind-riding boat.”
“It’s a deal!” The Long-Browed Daoist beamed, laughing heartily. “When this poor Daoist brings wind-riding boats to the mortal world, the likes of Gates, Fetter, and Musk will all be mere juniors before me!”
Two hours later.
The wind-riding boat arrived at Water Moon City.
“Little brat, we’re here,” the Long-Browed Daoist said.
Elder Niu stood up abruptly. “Master, you two wait here. I’ll go out and smash the city lord mansion with one punch, then finish off that old hag.”
“Hold on!” Ye Qiu said. “Before killing her, I have one more thing to do.”
“What is it?” Elder Niu asked.
The Long-Browed Daoist also looked at Ye Qiu curiously.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Ye Qiu said. He took out a disguise pill and swallowed it.
In the next second, his features transformed into those of Song Que.
Then, he retrieved the Wufeng heavy sword from his Qiankun pouch and slung it across his back.
Song Que was dead, so the Wufeng heavy sword no longer carried his aura.
At this moment, apart from his different clothing, Ye Qiu was indistinguishable from Song Que.
“Little brat, you’re planning to trick someone!” The Long-Browed Daoist laughed. “That old hag Su Qingxue is in for it.”
Soon, the wind-riding boat came to a halt above the city lord mansion.
Ye Qiu stepped out of the cabin and stood atop the boat. Looking down, he saw a vast city bathed in moonlight, possessing a certain ethereal beauty.
Then, his gaze fixed on the city lord mansion.
“Where is Su Qingxue? Come out and meet me!”
Ye Qiu’s voice rang out like thunder.
Soon, lights flared up in the city lord mansion. A hunched old crone leaning on a cane, accompanied by a group of guards, appeared at the entrance.
The old crone had snow-white hair. Though her face was caked with thick powder, it could not hide the criss-crossing wrinkles.
Moreover, she wore a green gauze gown and exquisite hair ornaments, dressing herself up like a young maiden.
“This old hag, at her age, still so obsessed with beauty. It’s revolting,” Ye Qiu thought to himself.
Upon seeing Ye Qiu on the wind-riding boat, the old crone was momentarily stunned, then knelt on the ground and said, “Su Qingxue did not know the Divine Son would grace us with his presence. I have failed to welcome you from afar. I beg the Divine Son’s forgiveness.”
Ye Qiu adopted Song Que’s tone and said coldly, “Su Qingxue, this Divine Son has come out this time for only two matters.”
“First, on the sect leader’s orders, to capture Ye Wushuang!”
“Second, to act in the sect leader’s stead, inspecting the cities and collecting resources!”
“Now, this Divine Son commands you to bring out everything from the Water Moon City treasury. I will take it back to present to the sect leader.”
Su Qingxue was taken aback.
She was not surprised that Song Que was capturing Ye Wushuang, since the entire Yin-Yang Sect was hunting her. But as for Song Que inspecting cities and collecting resources on behalf of the sect leader, she had heard nothing of this.
Su Qingxue said, “Divine Son, regarding the collection of resources, this old woman has received no message from the sect leader. Allow me to report this to the sect leader…”
“Su Qingxue, what do you mean by this? Do you not believe this Divine Son’s words?” Ye Qiu released an icy aura and shouted, “If the sect leader were not indisposed and had ordered me to inspect the cities in his place, I would never have accepted this task.”
“This Divine Son still needs to capture Ye Wushuang. I have no time to waste here with you. I advise you to quickly hand over the contents of the treasury.”
“The sect leader has decreed that those who disobey will be killed without mercy!”
Su Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then finally produced a spatial ring.
“Divine Son, everything from the treasury is in this ring. Please accept it.” As she spoke, divine power surged in her palm, and she suddenly hurled the spatial ring with tremendous force.
Whoosh.
The spatial ring, carrying immense power, shot swiftly towards Ye Qiu’s face.
