I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 151 Lifespan Change
Looking from the water, it was clearly a mountain towering above the water, as big as a city wall, stretching to the end of the sight.

If he guessed correctly, they had encountered an island or even a continental shelf.

The surging water-based Qi emanated from the mountains, but there were no sea monsters around, only scattered schools of fish surrounding them.

Lu Wujiu's heart moved and he gradually floated up. When he was about to surface, he saw various boats hovering in groups of three or two on the golden water.

"Did we really encounter an island?"

Lu Wujiu sighed and continued to float up. After a while, he surfaced and looked around. He was indeed at an island pier.

"Young man, are there any fish down there?"

Suddenly, a voice of inquiry came from the side, and it turned out to be an old man sitting in a canoe fishing.

"No, only three or five small fish."

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed and said in surprise, "From your accent, you're not a local, are you?"

"Old man, you have good hearing! I have something important to do, so goodbye!"

As Lu Wujiu spoke, he stepped out on the waves.

“Young people are impatient!”

The old man was not surprised. He muttered something, put away his fishing rod, and started to worry about where to go fishing.

Lu Wujiu's movements seemed slow but were actually fast. He took three or two steps and stepped onto the pier extending into the sea. Looking around, he saw fishing boats everywhere surging with the waves.

Some are empty;
Some are hung with pots, pans, and utensils.

From time to time, there are people who are as light as a swallow and walk briskly among the fishing boats.

Lu Wujiu took a quick glance and looked a little surprised.

Because he discovered that almost everyone he met contained vital energy and had some cultivation skills.

But most of them have only practiced for three to five years.

"Knights use force to break the law, and scholars use literature to disrupt the law. With so many people, aren't you afraid of chaos?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Lu Wujiu's eyes.

In the land of the Nine Paths, there is a huge group of independent cultivators. They have cultivation skills but no Dao veins, and their Dao practice only reaches the level of Jiazi Great Perfection at best.

Even so, the group of independent cultivators is still very rare compared to ordinary people.

If we were to say the reason, it would probably be that the major palaces and temples intentionally or unintentionally restricted its spread.

After all, everyone is practicing Taoism, so who would be willing to do basic production work?

Now, everyone on this island has cultivated themselves. Could it be due to the special environment?
Lu Wujiu strolled away as his thoughts wandered.

His body, tempered by the cultivation of the top three, gave him excellent hearing. When he listened attentively, all kinds of conversations came into his ears.

"Fubo Island? So this is Fubo Island?"

Lu Wujiu raised his eyebrows when he heard the place name. He didn't expect that just after crossing the long trestle bridge, a familiar voice came into his ears.

"...You're looking down on us, aren't you? Although we've only been practicing Taoism for ten years, we've been thoroughly prepared. Look at this whale bone sword; it was broken while slaying the evil pig demon..."

When Lu Wujiu approached, he saw Song Ming and Hong Die standing on the shore, with the evil pig demon under their feet.

A group of people gathered around, commenting on it one by one.

Hongdie was no longer silent as she was on the boat. Now she was like a victorious general, pulling out the broken whalebone sword and showing off.

As she felt something in her heart, her eyes suddenly caught sight of Lu Wujiu walking down the pier, and her expression froze.

Lu Wujiu pretended not to see it, brushed past the crowd, and walked away.

The noise of the crowd's discussions finally made him understand why Hongdie bought the monster.
But it was for the "Sea Hunting War Order".

Listening means it is a symbol of status.

Lu Wujiu did not stop to ask. As long as he listened enough, he would soon know the common sense of this island. There was no need to ask specifically.

After getting ashore, he walked without stopping, crossed the harbor, and saw a prosperous city standing on the island.

A gust of wind blew, bringing with it a nauseating fishy smell. Not far away, however, an open space was filled with seafood, some being marinated in vats, some hung on ropes to dry, and some being roasted on a stove.

Various smells intertwined, and a gust of wind forced him to move away quickly.

It was not until we stepped into the city that the fishy smell on the shore faded a lot.

Lu Wujiu walked and stopped, and he became more and more amazed at the necessity of traveling thousands of miles.

However, on the streets here, all kinds of spiritual supplies were openly sold. Upon closer inspection, most of them were marine products.

Clam shells, pearls, bone products, fish skin products... and so on.

During his observation, Lu Wujiu discovered that in addition to the common gold and silver, the currencies traded here also included a kind of shellfish and pearls, which contained hidden Yuan Qi. Although the amount was extremely small, it was reasonable to use them as currency.

Not long after, Lu Wujiu walked deep into the city and stopped in front of a huge palace.

He casually walked into the restaurant next door and ordered a few special dishes. While he was eating and listening, a middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly approached and said with a bow, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, are you from the Ninth Dao?"

Lu Wujiu looked up and saw that the man had a head full of white hair, casually tied into a Taoist bun and pinned behind his head with a fishbone hairpin. He was wearing a gray linen robe, looking unrestrained and uninhibited.

"Exactly!"

"Oh, that's a rare guest. Can I drink with you?"

"Help yourself!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was not polite and sat down opposite him and took the initiative to introduce himself:
"I am Fu Li, may I know your name?"

"Lu Wujiu."

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lu, so disrespectful."

Fu Li looked normal, obviously he had never heard of this name. He responded by calling the waiter and asking for a pot of Longwo wine. He took the initiative to pour a glass for Lu Wujiu and said with a smile:

"Fubo Island is over a thousand miles away from the Nine Dao Land. There are hidden reefs, whirlpools, and sea monsters everywhere. Daoist friend, you have reached this place, so your cultivation level is quite high!"

"It has nothing to do with cultivation. I'm just good at water escape!"

"In that case, fellow Daoist is suitable for living on the sea."

"That may not be the case. I have been thinking along the way and have seen that all the people in the city are cultivators. Why is that?"

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that this island is not like the Nine Daos. Supplies are extremely scarce. Food, clothing, shelter and transportation all depend on the ocean. If you don't have cultivation to rely on, you would have been eaten by the fish long ago."

"I see."

As he was speaking, his eyes swept past Lu Wujiu outside the window, and his eyes flashed, and he saw Song Ming and Hong Die carrying the evil pig demon into the palace in the city.

With a thought in mind, he asked:

"On this poor road, I often hear people mention the Sea Hunting Order. I wonder what it is?"

"This document is a form of recognition from the Eighteen Seas. Those who obtain this document are more likely to be hired by the sea-hunting fleet. Each person can only apply once a year."

"I see!"

Lu Wujiu nodded, and they chatted a lot while drinking.

He asked about the customs and habits of the eighteen sea areas, and Fu Li asked about the customs of the nine areas. For a while, they had endless topics to talk about.

As the topic heated up, Lu Wujiu casually asked, "I passed by your island and unexpectedly discovered that the water on this island is rich in Yuan Qi. Why is that?"

Fu Li smiled and said, "Daoyou, is this why you came to the island?"

Lu Wujiu explained, "Yes! I practice the way of water, so it's inevitable that I'm a little curious."

Fu Li nodded: "To be honest, fellow Daoist, this is the master of Fubo Island - Fubo Abyss Turtle, dispersing himself."

"Fubo Minggui?"

Lu Wujiu raised his eyebrows, his expression was normal, but his heart trembled slightly.

It was not because of the name, but at this moment, the book of life and death in the human skin book suddenly trembled slightly.

When he scanned with his divine sense, he saw that the information about him in the Book of Life and Death had suddenly changed.

Lu Wujiu, a native of Luoshan, Fengdu, was born in the year of Jiayin...lived for 500 years...died on November 29th, the 499th year of his life.

(End of this chapter)