Good boy, I like you

Zhong Qing nodded.

He genuinely felt the goodwill of this middle-aged Cultivator.

So, he didn't intend to refuse.

After all, being able to travel together for a while was naturally the best.

But Nian Nian, standing beside him, pouted and glared at Zhong Qing from behind the middle-aged Cultivator, clearly not wanting Zhong Qing to follow.

Who told her Junior Martial Uncle to smack her on the head because of this passerby!

Zhong Qing wasn't so petty as to argue with a child of a few years old.

Instead, he looked at the child with some interest, then smiled and cupped his hands: "Then, for the rest of the journey, I'll trouble you two experts."

He even deliberately emphasized the word "two."

Seeing this, the little girl immediately straightened her back, and her little belly stuck out.

Her attitude changed instantly.

"Well, if that's the case, then this young lady will allow you to board the ship."

The middle-aged Cultivator laughed heartily, "Let me formally introduce ourselves. We are from Qingfeng Temple. My name is Ou Zishu, and this is Nian Nian, our Qingfeng Temple's mascot."

Ou Zishu said, rubbing the little girl's head again.

But the little girl was clearly still angry about Ou Zishu's earlier head pat.

She huffily shook her head and went into the cabin.

"I am Zhong Qing."

Zhong Qing didn't say much, and Ou Zishu wasn't overly polite either.

After motioning for Zhong Qing to make himself at home, he sulkily went into the cabin to coax his mascot.

As he turned around, Zhong Qing finally saw a profound iron broadsword hanging on Ou Zishu's back.

The broadsword was not long but extremely wide, almost level with the back of the tall Ou Zishu, ancient and heavy, somewhat extraordinary.

Zhong Qing leaned against the deck, silently gazing at the endless Chaotic Demon Sea in the distance.

The sea surface was calm, and everything in the distance was hidden in a thick, reddish mist cast by the setting sun.

Even with Zhong Qing's Myriad Laws Realm cultivation, he couldn't see clearly into the depths of that mist, which contained the Dao.

This Chaotic Demon Sea.

It was indeed terrifying!

Not long after, several other Cultivators, also carrying broadswords, boarded the small boat. They were clearly also from Qingfeng Temple.

"Let me see what's going on? Who made our Nian Nian cry?"

"Ou Zishu, you scoundrel, is this how you take care of a child?!"

The two men were burly. "Hey! Senior Brother! No! No!"

Ou Zishu's voice echoed within, followed closely by the little girl Nian Nian's laughter.

Several figures moved back and forth in the cabin, and several broadswords clanged.

Zhong Qing leaned to the side, his slightly furrowed brows now completely relaxed.

The Cultivation world was always full of schemes.

Such a scene, on the contrary, was rarely seen.

Whether it was a Great Emperor of the world or a mortal, everyone had their own unique world.

Not long after, the small boat they were on sailed out of the harbor.

Zhong Qing, in a white robe, with a wine gourd hanging at his waist, his distinct knuckles half-gripping the deck railing outside the cabin, lazily gazed into the distance.

As he stood there leisurely, anyone who saw him would call him dashing.

It was unlikely anyone in this world would believe that such a young man, looking like a scion of a Northern Region aristocratic family, was the Master of the Demon Palace who, not long ago, caused the entire Northern Region to be reshuffled, resulting in two of the Four Transcendent Powers being destroyed, one surrendering, and one injured.

"Hey! Kid!"

A scruffy-bearded Qingfeng Temple Cultivator emerged from the cabin. This man was a head taller than the tall Ou Zishu.

"Which sect or faction are you from, kid?"

"I thought you were a crew member just now, but who knew you were someone my foolish Junior Brother casually recruited. Do you know where we're going?"

"Do you have any purpose in following us on this trip?!"

The bearded Cultivator's expression was unfriendly, and he sternly scolded.

Zhong Qing turned around, and the little girl Nian Nian and Ou Zishu also came out, followed closely by two other Qingfeng Temple Cultivators.

Ou Zishu's worn white Daoist robe now had two large footprints on it.

He pursed his lips, indicating that he really couldn't speak at the moment.

However, unexpectedly, Nian Nian, the little one, stepped forward and protected Zhong Qing, blocking the burly Cultivator and saying: "Master, he's someone Nian Nian is looking after, you're not allowed to lay a hand on him."

The burly man kept a straight face.

The other man, seeing this, quickly carried Nian Nian away while she struggled.

Zhong Qing sized up the burly man.

"Zhong Qing, no sect, no faction."

"I have no other purpose; my only purpose is to go to Central Continent. If I can travel with you Daoist Priests, then I'll go."

"If you don't wish to..."

"Then how about I throw you out?"

The bearded Cultivator scoffed, his bulging muscles seeming to ripple beneath his gray-white Daoist robe, as if he was about to rush over and throw Zhong Qing overboard.

This man clearly had the highest cultivation among the Qingfeng Temple group, possessing the strength of the Golden Core Stage Peak.

Zhong Qing's brows furrowed upon hearing this.

Then he looked towards the thick mist of the Chaotic Demon Sea where the ship was heading.

"Then let's try."

The bearded Cultivator immediately sneered upon hearing this.

"Good kid, you're counting on me being reasonable and not actually throwing you down, trying to fool me, huh?"

As he spoke, he took two steps and was in front of Zhong Qing.

"How about this, you and I have a match."

"If you can last three rounds against me, then we'll take you. If not, then you can jump down yourself."

Zhong Qing remained silent, stepped forward, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Good kid, you have guts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man's tiger eyes widened.

He extended a pair of large hands, each the size of a human head, and slapped them towards Zhong Qing's face.

The few crew members standing at the stern watching the show couldn't help but feel anxious.

Was this naive young Master going to be directly slapped to death?

Zhong Qing's body shifted slightly, and he lightly dodged the palm.

This missed palm strike greatly surprised the man.

"Good kid, you've got some movement technique, huh?"

The bearded Cultivator immediately changed his palm into a fist and smashed it again.

Zhong Qing smiled faintly, his body shifting again.

"You can't dodge!"

The bearded Cultivator roared, his seemingly burly and slow body moving like a tiger descending from the mountain, instantly closing in on Zhong Qing's steps.

His fist smashed towards Zhong Qing's back. With this swift strike, Zhong Qing clearly had no room to dodge.

The few crew members at the stern closed their eyes, and the little girl Nian Nian couldn't help but shout.

"Master! Stop it!"

But at this moment, Zhong Qing's expression remained calm.

Instead, he raised his palm and slowly met the man's fist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the Qi transformed into ripples scattering in all directions.

Both remained unharmed.

Zhong Qing's expression was as usual.

The bearded Cultivator's face was full of surprise.

"Good kid, to be able to take one-tenth of my power and remain unharmed, it seems your strength is half of mine. I underestimated you."

It wasn't his fault for underestimating Zhong Qing; it was simply that Zhong Qing's appearance and bone age made it difficult for people to imagine his cultivation being very high.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his large hand and heavily patted Zhong Qing's shoulder.

Clap, clap, clap, the sound was clear and resounding!

Then he burst into laughter.

"Good kid, I like you!"