Cultivation Kill

The spirit boat hovered in the air for about an hour, and then, regardless of whether there were still people below who hadn't climbed up, it immediately retracted the ladder.

Inside the cabin, rows of lanterns lit up, instantly illuminating Shen Zige's surroundings as if it were daytime.

Inside the cabin, everyone felt the spirit wood ground tremble violently, and the spirit boat slowly rose.

After ascending to a certain altitude, the spirit boat began to accelerate, shuttling through the clouds.

Many of the mortal disciples inside the cabin were affected by the acceleration and fell backward, rolling on the floor.

"Everyone, stand still. There are benches and food on the upper deck of the ship. Those who need to rest can go there." A man who looked to be about thirty years old stood on a bench and said to the crowd, "It takes a whole day for the spirit ship to fly from Xizhou City to the Dayuan Sect. Mortal disciples who need to relieve themselves can go to the rear cabin."

Shen Zige walked towards the stairs in the distance.

Not knowing how many levels the ship had, Shen Zige recalled the size of the spirit boat in the air and calculated based on the height of the cabin, concluding that the cabin was divided into five levels.

Sure enough, there were rows of benches on the upper floor, with cotton pads carefully attached to the benches, making them soft and very comfortable to sit on.

Shi Yuan took two strange fruits that Shen Zige had never seen before from the food shelf. They looked like a combination of watermelon and mulberry. He took a bite, and the aroma was wonderful, and the juice splashed out.

"Here, have one." Shi Yuan handed a strange fruit to Shen Zige.

"Do you recognize this fruit?" Shen Zige asked curiously.

"I don't recognize it, but surely the Great Yuan Sect wouldn't give us poisonous fruit to eat!" Shi Yuan said, taking another bite, the overflowing juice staining his clothes the color of the strange fruit.

Shen Zige took a small bite carefully. Unlike Shi Yuan, he didn't wolf it down, so the juice didn't splash onto his blue robe.

A strange sweetness traveled from the tip of my tongue to my head, and upon closer chewing, a slight sourness was also mixed in.

"good to eat."

Shen Zige also lay down on the bench like Shi Yuan, but he didn't cross his legs, as that would seem too arrogant!

A female cultivator walked up to Shi Yuan and asked, "May I sit in this chair?" As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red, and she lowered her head shyly.

"Didn't you see my feet are taking up the whole chair?" Shi Yuan said. "Find another spot."

He has no sense of chivalry or tenderness towards women.

Shen Zige recalled the scene of Shi Yuan making Luo Wansheng pull a cart.

"Hey senior, here's the duck oil fruit you need." A familiar voice came from behind.

Shen Zige looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shi Dazhu holding a fruit and smiling as he handed it to a young man in the early stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm who was sitting on a bench.

"Are you a pig? I wanted avocado!" the young man with the Spirit Condensation skill cursed angrily. "How could the Great Yuan Sect agree to let such a stupid person like you stay on the ship!"

Despite being scolded, Shi Dazhu still had a smile on his face, but Shen Zige could tell that his smile was a bit forced.

"Dazhu, you work here?"

Shen Zige reached out to greet him.

"Immortal Master!" Shi Dazhu exclaimed with delight upon noticing Shen Zige, "You've joined the Great Yuan Sect too!"

Upon hearing this, the young man, who was in the early stage of Spirit Condensation, turned around. If the person Shi Dazhu knew was just a mortal disciple, he planned to teach both of them a lesson.

"Spirit Condensation Perfection!" The young man gasped, his serious face instantly turning into a smile. "Senior brother, you know this mortal!"

Shen Zige ignored him.

"Oh, I see. I also like to eat duck oil fruit." The young man in the early stage of Spirit Condensation said, snatching the fruit from Shi Dazhu's hand and swallowing it whole. "Delicious, delicious." He was contradicting himself.

Shi Dazhu looked at his empty hands, then walked towards Shen Zige.

"Immortal Master, is there anything else you would like to eat?" Shi Dazhu asked.

“No need. Why would you be working as a waitress here?” Shen Zige said.

“The immortal master I’m following is also a disciple of the Great Yuan Sect. He joined five years ago, so he’s qualified to board the ship,” Shi Dazhu said. “The canteen was short-staffed, so he asked me to help out.”

Shen Zige thought to herself, this Spirit Condensation disciple has always treated Shi Dazhu like a beast of burden. If Dazhu's mother knew in the village that her son had come to suffer, and that it was not what she had imagined, what would she think?

Shen Zige thought of many families like Dazhu's mother, hoping their sons would become dragons and their daughters would become phoenixes. When talking with neighbors and relatives, they were proud of their children working hard in big cities, boasting that their children working in the city were senior executives of big companies. But in private, they told their children to persevere no matter how hard or tiring it was and not to think about going home.

Children will feel disheartened when they see their parents' attitude, so they silently endure whatever hardship they face outside, licking their wounds in a corner, without confiding in their family. They know that if they tell their family, their family's response will be to tell them to persevere and endure, rather than to ask them to come home!

Shen Zige wouldn't stay at the Dayuan Sect for long, after all, he still had the pressure of cultivating immortality and would eventually have to return to the country where the Star Realm Company was located, so he didn't let Shi Dazhu follow him.

“Go about your business. Some cultivators have a terrible attitude, so ignore them and talk to them as little as possible,” Shen Zige said. “If it really doesn’t work out, quit and go back to find a job that suits your taste, or start a small business.”

"Thank you, you're the first immortal master to tell me to quit," Shi Dazhu said. "But I have to persevere. If I quit, Master Zheng will think I'm useless and unworthy of his daughter."

"You chose this path yourself, as long as you don't regret it." Shen Zige didn't say anything more and continued eating fruit.

Shi Dazhu bid farewell to Shen Zige and headed towards the kitchen at the back.

The day passed quickly.

As Shen Zige lay on the chair, she felt the spirit boat slowing down.

"Everyone, please proceed to the deck of the spirit boat," a staff member announced, repeating the message three times.

Shi Yuan stood up first and said, "We should be there soon."

One by one, the crowd got up and walked out, like people leaving a movie theater.

The staircase was already crowded with people, all trying to squeeze up.

Shen Zige waited until most of the others had left before he went. He wasn't in a hurry, and he figured being the first to get to the deck wouldn't get him a reward.

As the crowd thinned out, Shen Zige finally set off, climbing up step by step...

When he arrived on the deck, there was a crowded and noisy crowd in front of him, like a market on a market day.

Some people ran to the railing to watch the cloudscape, but were scolded and sent back by the guards of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Everyone, try to stay on the deck and don't go to the railing of the spirit boat. Otherwise, if you fall, no one will save you." A red-haired Core Formation cultivator flew into the air and said to the crowd below, "New disciples, line up and wait to enter the mountain."

In the distance, dozens of spirit boats flew above the clouds, each carrying thousands of disciples who had joined the sect.

"The number of disciples who have entered the sect, including those at the Qi Condensation stage and those at the Mortal stage, should exceed one hundred thousand," Shen Zige estimated. "The Great Yuan Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a super sect. Does it dare to challenge the Star Realm and Starry Sky Companies?"

"We are the thirty-third spirit boat to arrive. We will be on the boat after the thirty-second one leaves the Cloud Sea Wharf," said the red-haired Core Formation cultivator flying in the air.

The crowd below was very patient. After all, they had waited for so many years, so no one would mind waiting a few more hours.

Of course, even if you mind, it's useless; spirits and mortals have no say.