208: Seeking Master

After dismissing the three Suoyun Sect Disciples, Ye Hao and Li Pingan boarded an intercontinental flying boat headed for the Rain God Continent.

These types of flying boats are managed by the Yunyin Pavilion, founded by the Great Love Immortal Venerable, and are spread across the Nine Provinces Continent.

Cultivators only need to pay two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones to easily travel between continents.

However, most of those who take the flying boats are Cultivators below the Soul Emergence Stage; once their cultivation base enters the Soul Emergence Stage, the speed of riding the wind across continents far exceeds that of a flying boat.

Of course, there are always exceptions to everything.

After all, in the world of cultivation, the word "what if" is never in short supply.

"Junior Brother, are you alright?"

Li Pingan looked at Ye Hao, whose expression was somber.

Being naturally poor with words, he could only ask tentatively.

Ye Hao grinned and comforted him, "There is no need to worry, Senior Brother."

Propping his hands on the ship's railing and looking at the vast seascape below, he said, "I finally understand now why Revered Master wanted me to come out and travel."

This world is far more complex and treacherous than he had imagined.

Right and wrong are inverted, the strong preying on the weak is the norm, and exploitation is everywhere.

Sects fly the banner of justice under the guise of "exterminating demons," yet they treat Mortal lives like grass, using innocent young girls as bait; conversely, the "evil arts" despised by the world have become the only hope for commoners to save their loved ones.

"That's good then."

Li Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and responded sheepishly.

"I'm going back to my room to rest for a while."

After saying that, Ye Hao turned and walked toward the cabin.

When he first entered the Dao Seeking Sect, Ye Hao cultivated desperately with only one obsession.

To make that bitch Ye Jing pay the price she deserved.

This hatred spurred him on day and night, making his cultivation nearly obsessive.

By the time they met again in the Central Region, he was already a Golden Core Realm Cultivator, while Ye Jing was still stuck in the Foundation Establishment Stage; after settling the grudge with his own hands, cultivation became a habit etched into his marrow—to put it bluntly, he had become addicted to the grind.

When there was nothing to do, secluded cultivation was the optimal solution.

But this also caused flaws to appear in his Dao Heart, as he had never quite figured out what the Great Dao he wanted to walk in the future actually was.

But now, Ye Hao seemed to have some idea.

A strange surge of emotion rose in his heart; he wanted to do something for this murky world.

Just like how Revered Master argued strongly for the Cultivators of the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven to seek their freedom.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, amidst his surging thoughts, the Chaos Heavenly Evolution Art within his body actually began to circulate on its own.

His cultivation addiction was acting up again!

Just then, a burst of fierce shouting and arguing came from the deck of the flying boat, breaking the silence within the cabin.

On the flying boat, a ferry attendant dressed in fine silk robes grabbed a young girl and threw her onto the deck.

He scolded her harshly with a displeased expression:

"What a bold girl! How dare you use Mortal silver to pose as Spirit Stones to make up the numbers? Do you think the rules of our Yunyin Pavilion are just for show?"

The girl was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, her figure was slender, and an ink-colored long sword was tucked into her waist; her features were ordinary and not particularly outstanding.

At this moment, she was forced back two steps by the ferry attendant, her Face pale:

"I... I really can't produce any Spirit Stones, I only ask for your leniency, sir..."

"Once I find my Revered Master, I will definitely come back to pay the ferry fare."

"Leniency?" The ferry attendant sneered, his gaze fierce.

"Two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Either pay up today, or I'll throw you off this flying boat to be smashed to pieces!"

The commotion between the two was not small, attracting many spectating Cultivators who whispered and discussed amongst themselves.

"Heh, a mundane girl dares to try and ride an intercontinental flying boat; she truly doesn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth."

"Silver? What difference is that stuff from scrap iron in the eyes of a Cultivator? Yet she dares to use it to sneak through."

"Looking at her shabby appearance, I bet she doesn't even know what a Spirit Stone looks like."

"It's a pity her looks aren't up to par and her Realm is only at the third level of Qi Refining, otherwise she could be taken in as a bed-warming maid."

"An ant like this should stay in the Flame Continent; to think she actually dares to try and go to the Rain God Continent."

The girl bit her lip, her eyes reddening, but she had no way out and could only lower her head helplessly.

She hesitated for a moment, then took off the long sword at her waist and said, "This sword is a Magic Treasure given to me by my Revered Master."

"Sir, please, have some leniency..."

The ferry attendant pulled out the long sword, took a look, and said mockingly, "Scrap metal like this can be considered a Magic Treasure?"

With that, he tossed it aside; the long sword hit the deck with a "clang," the blade unsheathing an inch.

Impatience flashed in his eyes as pale green spiritual power suddenly gathered in his palm; he clearly intended to slap this annoying girl off the flying boat.

As for whether she could survive the high-altitude astral winds?

That had nothing to do with him!

Just as the palm wind was about to reach the girl, a majestic pressure suddenly descended, slamming down onto the ferry attendant like Mount Tai.

He let out a muffled groan, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a "thud"; his spiritual power instantly dissipated, and veins bulged on his forehead—he couldn't even stand up.

"It's just two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, why must you take a life, Fellow Daoist?"

Ye Hao slowly stepped out of the crowd, his voice cold.

The ferry attendant was both shocked and furious; having lost so much Face, he immediately brought up his backing.

"Who are you? Do you want to meddle in others' business? Do you know that this flying boat is managed by the Yunyin Pavilion!"

Ye Hao's gaze was calm as he spat out three words: "Dao Seeking Sect."

"*Hiss...*"

The surrounding Cultivators collectively sucked in a breath of cold air, looking at the young man with Faces full of shock.

They all set out from the Flame Continent, so they had naturally heard of the Dao Seeking Sect's recent fame. It was one of the four major powers of the Flame Continent.

And it was the most mysterious one at that.

The only rumor they had heard was that the Sect Master of the Dao Seeking Sect had single-handedly wiped out several Soul Transformation experts from the Haotian Sect.

The ferry attendant's Face instantly turned ashen, yet he still stubbornly held his ground:

"So what if it's the... Dao Seeking Sect? In front of my Yunyin Pavilion, it's nothing more than a tiny ant!"

Ye Hao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and an invisible pressure swept through.

The ferry attendant felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, instantly becoming as quiet as a cicada in winter.

"If I kill you today, do you think the Yunyin Pavilion would become an enemy of my Dao Seeking Sect for the sake of a mere ferry attendant?"

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting the ferry attendant's heart; he froze for several seconds, the arrogance on his Face instantly fading, replaced by a fawning smile as he repeatedly apologized:

"It is this lowly one who failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended the Immortal Master! I beg the Immortal Master to be magnanimous and forgive this lowly one this once!"

If he were really killed, let alone the Yunyin Sect standing up for him...

Even the ferry manager wouldn't bother to say a single word for him.

After all, the ferry travels between two continents; even with a large tree like the Yunyin Sect behind them, no one would be willing to offend a local power.

Seeing this, Ye Hao flicked his finger, and two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones floated in front of the manager.

He didn't look at the fawning, pleading attendant again and turned to walk toward the cabin.

The girl, Su Yue, hurriedly picked up the long sword from the deck, clutching it tightly in her hand; after a moment's hesitation, she quickly followed him.

"Thank you for your help, Young Master!"

She caught up with Ye Hao and bowed deeply, her eyes earnest. "I beg the Young Master to tell me your name. In the future, I will surely gather enough Spirit Stones to repay you; I will never go back on my word!"

Ye Hao's footsteps paused slightly, and he said indifferently, "It was just a small effort, no need to keep it in mind. There's no need to look into my name."

Su Yue refused to give up, standing persistently by his side. "The Young Master's kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai. If I do not even know the Young Master's name, I will not be at peace."

Seeing her determination, Ye Hao could only nod. "Ye Hao."

"Young Master Ye."

Su Yue solemnly noted the name and gave another deep bow.

Ye Hao looked at her clutching the long sword and, remembering what she had mentioned earlier, asked casually:

"You mentioned searching for your Revered Master just now. What exactly is that about?"