A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

About half an hour later, the door reopened, and a cook came out carrying a food box. She stopped in front of one of the cabins, knocked on the door, and soon a beautiful maid opened the door.

She looked at the food box in the cook's hands, tears welling up in her eyes: "I..."

"Hurry up, the patriarch is still hungry!"

The maid took the food box and, urged on by the cook, walked out, glancing back every few steps.

Sheng He did not follow; the maid must have gone to Jiang Xuanli's room.

She stared intently at the cook, watching her go back into the door. A moment later, two servants came out carrying a sack.

The moment they emerged, a strong smell of blood filled the air. Sheng He looked at the bloodstains dripping from the sack and an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind.

The two servants cautiously observed their surroundings. While wiping away the bloodstains that had dripped onto the ground, they carried the sack to the deck. Seeing that no one was around, they immediately threw the sack into the sea.

With a "thud," the sack fell into the water, making a loud noise in the quiet night. Logically, such a sound should not have escaped the notice of the geniuses on the ship.

But strangely, the cabin was completely quiet, with nothing unusual happening.

The two servants left chatting and laughing as if they had completed their mission. Sheng He raised her head, her cold eyes fixed on the candlelight that had been lit in a certain spot in the cabin.

"The tea is a bit weak today."

Jiang Xuanli took only a small sip of tea before putting down his cup. He picked up the map beside him and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

How many more days will it take to get to Dragon Island?

Wang Tong knelt on the ground. He glanced furtively at the crimson liquid in front of Jiang Xuanli before immediately averting his gaze and cautiously replied:

"Reporting back to the young master, at the current pace, there are still twenty days left."

“Twenty days…” Jiang Xuanli looked up and murmured softly, “It’s still too long.”

"How are the people on the ship?"

"As you expected, with Zhao Xianzi's instigation, they soon started arguing with Miss Sheng. It is said that Shen Ci threatened to kill Sheng He."

"Where is the succubus?"

"I'm back now, on the ship. Does the young master need me...?"

"No need, you can go out first."

"Yes."

Wang Tong stood up and slowly left the room.

Jiang Xuanli glanced at the food on the table, then got up and walked to the bronze mirror.

“Meat Ganoderma, oh meat Ganoderma, I’ve gone to so much trouble, and you…” Jiang Xuanli picked up a white hair from his hair and yanked it out.

Don't let me down!

Sheng He returned to his cabin as if nothing had happened.

The next day, at the same time, Sheng He watched as the two servants threw the sacks off the boat and left. He immediately jumped off as well.

The sea water was very cold. Sheng He, with the water-repelling bead in her mouth, swam all the way to the depths of the sea. After retrieving the heavy burlap sack, Sheng He sat on her sword and untied the sack.

Inside was a woman's corpse; her heart was missing, and there was a deep scar on her wrist.

This is the maid she met yesterday in the lowest cabin.

Just as she suspected, Jiang Xuanli...cannibals.

"Young lady, please don't be offended. I was just following orders. Don't worry, I will take good care of your family. Go in peace!"

With a "plop!", a silver ingot fell into the water in front of Sheng He.

Sheng He looked up and saw Wang Tong kneeling on the deck with his eyes closed, worshipping the sea.

Sheng He narrowed his eyes, put down the sack, and leaped onto the deck.

"Lord Wang, it's been a long time."

Wang Tong was startled and turned around in a panic. When he saw that it was Sheng He, his face was full of horror.

"Miss Sheng, you...you...how did you get here?"

Sheng He looked up at the starry sky and smiled, "The night is so beautiful tonight. I was bored, so I came out to look at the stars."

"Lord Wang, where are you? I don't think I saw you when I boarded the ship a few days ago. Did you also come to see the stars?"

"Yes, yes, I came to see the stars too. There are so many stars tonight."

Wang Tong wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at Sheng He, his eyes darting around, and tentatively asked, "Miss Sheng, did you hear anything just now?"

Sheng He looked at Wang Tong with a half-smile: "What was that sound?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I just dropped a piece of silver by accident."

"In that case, Lord Wang, you must be careful."

Wang Tong chuckled and made an excuse to leave. Sheng He watched Wang Tong's retreating figure and suddenly said, "I remember, Lord Wang has a daughter, doesn't he?"

Wang Tong's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: "Miss Sheng, you've made a mistake. I'm all alone; how could I possibly have a daughter?"

After finishing his sentence, Wang Tong didn't dare linger and quickly entered the cabin.

Sheng He smiled gently. She had only thought it was strange that Wang Tong would suddenly appear here late at night, so she deliberately tried to surprise him. Unexpectedly, she had succeeded by accident.

Since Wang Tong had something to hide, she didn't need to worry at all that he would tell Jiang Xuanli about what happened tonight.

After all... who knows, this Lord Wang might have quite a few secrets!

The large ship sailed calmly on the sea. For the next few days, Shenghe stayed in the cabin, occasionally going up to the deck to bask in the sun.

Having learned from Shen Ci's example, the disciples of various sects kept their distance from Sheng He, and no one dared to provoke her anymore, which allowed her to enjoy her freedom.

Twenty days later, the seemingly endless sea finally showed a change, and a small island appeared faintly in the distance.

Upon realizing that it was the legendary Dragon Island, the disciples on the ship became excited.

As they drew closer to Dragon Island, Jiang Xuanli emerged from the cabin.

Jiang Xuanli has not shown his face since the day he boarded the ship.

Only twenty days had passed, but Jiang Xuanli looked like an old man in his twilight years. He was hunched over, his hair was gray, and he needed a servant to help him walk steadily.

Cultivators have long lifespans. Once they successfully establish their foundation, they can live for more than three hundred years. Even when their lifespan is about to end, they will not age so suddenly as Jiang Xuanli did.

The people on the boat looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.

Jiang Xuanli cheerfully explained to everyone that this was a special cultivation technique of their family. Each time they advanced to a higher level, they would suddenly age by several months, but they would recover after a while.

The world of cultivation is full of wonders, and even the most unusual cultivation techniques exist, so no one doubted anything anymore.

Jiang Xuanli took the map of Dragon Island from the servant and presented it to everyone with a smile.

"This is a map of Dragon Island that I obtained by chance. Since everyone here is here to search for treasure, I can't keep it to myself, so I'm sharing the map with everyone."

"This...this is too much trouble."

Despite saying that, their bodies still betrayed them as they leaned in.

Sheng He stood to one side, watching Jiang Xuanli's smiling face.

The way he looked at this group of people was like someone who had been starving for a long time seeing fatty meat, eager and thirsty.