Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

The strong wind howls.

However, it was firmly blocked from the outside world by the ancient thunder patterns flashing on both sides of the ship's side.

On the deck, it was as smooth as the ground.

Ye Feng leaned lazily against the purple-gold recliner at the bow of the ship.

This chair, which was taken out of a storage ring by one of the junior sisters, was covered with soft, fragrant animal hide.

The gourd was tilted.

The clear, cool liquor traced a crystalline arc as it fell into those slightly open mouths.

"Gudu."

The spiciness goes down your throat, then turns into a warm current.

Ye Feng exhaled a breath of alcohol with satisfaction.

Comfortable.

No need to fly on a sword, no need to rush – this is the life a human should live.

"Wow! Senior Brother! Look!"

A petite figure rushed from the left side of the deck to the right side.

Jiang Keke's big, bright eyes were filled with excitement as she leaned on the gunwale, pointing at the mountains and rivers rushing past below.

"This Skybreaker is so fast!"

"It's much faster than flying on a sword!"

She turned around, her black skirt fluttering in the wind, and waved her little fists energetically.

"That Sister Xiangling is such a good person!"

Ye Feng slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at his excited junior sister, and took another swig of wine.

He is indeed a good person.

This boat saves effort.

"Good guy?"

A slightly worried voice rang out from the other side of the deck.

Li Yanran held several array flags in her hand, her brows furrowed, gesturing something on the thunder patterns on the ship's hull.

She was dressed in plain clothes, her expression solemn, as if the ship was about to disintegrate and explode at any moment.

"This ship... is too flashy."

Li Yanran pointed to the purple lightning that was constantly flashing on the ship's hull and radiating a terrifying pressure, her tone full of disapproval.

"It is made entirely of divine gold, with lightning shooting into the sky, and can be detected by divine sense even from 80,000 miles away."

"This is hardly a journey."

"This is clearly telling all the strong and ferocious beasts in the world: There are fat sheep here, come and rob them quickly."

She lowered the banner in her hand, attempting to conceal the dazzling lightning patterns.

"No, it needs to be changed."

"We must set up eighty-one concealment arrays, then coat them with a layer of black lacquer to isolate divine sense, and ideally disguise them as a meteorite..."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Feng almost spat out his drink.

This Junior Sister Yanran, a reincarnation of an ancient emperor, how come she only cultivated the path of "survival"?

Why do they have to disguise a sacred treasure as a meteorite?

He might as well just sleep in a coffin and be carried away.

"Oh dear, Junior Sister Yanran, you're just too tense~"

A gust of fragrant wind came.

Xiao Baiyu swayed her slender waist and walked gracefully to Ye Feng's side.

She stretched out her slender, jade-like fingers and gently poked Ye Feng's shoulder, her face bearing her signature grin.

"With our senior brother here, who would dare to steal it?"

"One comes, one is killed."

"Come on, two of them, I'll kill them both."

As she said this, a barely perceptible flash of crimson fire flickered in her alluring eyes.

The reincarnation of Emperor Yan was, in the end, violent at heart.

She sat down next to Ye Feng, leaning her body against him almost imperceptibly.

"Senior brother, aren't you right?"

"It's windy up here, and I'm a little cold~"

Ye Feng's body stiffened.

cold?

The six immortal fires within you can even burn through the void. How can you feel cold?

He subtly shifted his position to the side, raising his gourd to block the two men.

"Second Junior Sister, have some self-respect."

"Also, with the protective shield open, where is the wind coming from?"

Xiao Baiyu pursed her lips, not annoyed at all. She just rested her chin on her hand and stared at Ye Feng's profile as he drank, as if she wanted to see something amazing in his face.

"Senior Brother is so clueless about romance."

"But... I just like it."

Ye Feng pretended not to hear.

He looked toward the corner of the deck.

There, Murong Qingqing was squatting in front of a purple-gold incense burner.

She didn't participate in the argument, but quietly fiddled with a few tiny insects in her hands.

The insects were translucent and were gnawing at the wisp of lightning power emanating from the incense burner.

"Third junior sister, don't chew the boat through."

Ye Feng lazily offered a reminder.

Murong Qingqing raised her head, a gentle smile appearing on her exquisite face.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother."