Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

"This...this is so comfortable..." Li Xiaocao leaned against the porthole, taking a greedy breath. She felt every pore on her body open up, and the fatigue from days of travel dissipated considerably. "Cultivating here in one day is probably equivalent to two days of training on Qingyun Mountain, right?"

A-Tu closed his eyes, his hands lightly pressing against the floor, feeling the pulse of the earth below. A look of rapture appeared on his face: "Not only the spiritual energy, but the earth veins are also much more active, and... it's so 'clean,' unlike some places in the Southern Region where the earth energy is murky and mixed. The earth energy here flows smoothly and abundantly; no wonder it can nurture so many spiritual fields..."

Looking in the direction he pointed, one could see that the plain below was crisscrossed with paths, dividing it into countless neat squares.

Each plot of land is planted with different spiritual grains and herbs, which shimmer with various colors of light under the sunlight. A simple array, specifically designed to control clouds and rain, covers the plots and automatically regulates the amount of rain and sunlight.

The scale of the spiritual fields is so large that they often cover thousands or tens of thousands of acres, stretching as far as the eye can see.

In the fields, low-level cultivators were working on magical artifacts resembling wooden oxen and flowing horses, while small flying boats cruised in the low sky, sprinkling mist containing spiritual energy.

"My God..." Shi Tie stared wide-eyed. "So many spirit fields? How many spirit stones will that produce? Are all the people in the Central Region this rich?"

Zhao Qingyan said softly, "The heart of the Central Region is where the spiritual veins of the Eastern Wilderness converge, and its resources are abundant, far surpassing those of the Southern Region. Most of these spiritual fields belong to major sects, aristocratic families, or farming families that depend on them. This is the true foundation of the cultivation world in the Eastern Wilderness."

Shen Mo silently gazed at the magnificent landscape below, his heart feeling little turmoil, but rather a faint sense of vigilance rising within him.

The Southern Region is like the countryside, barren but simple and straightforward, a place where the strong prey on the weak, and where rules are harsh. The Central Region, on the other hand, is like a tapestry, prosperous and wealthy, brimming with vitality and flourishing civilization.

But beneath this splendor lies an even more intricate network of power, a more subtle and complex web of interests, and rules and intrigues that are more deadly than bloodshed.

Abundant spiritual energy means fiercer competition for resources. A flourishing civilization means more rules and heavier constraints.

Here, open battles may be less frequent, but the behind-the-scenes infighting, scheming, and annexation will only be more brutal and sophisticated.

The Moyun shuttle flew smoothly along the established air route.

This waterway seemed to be a well-established convention, extremely busy. Every now and then, all sorts of flying magical artifacts would whiz by: ancient-looking multi-storied ships, swift flying swords (manned), ornate and flamboyant beast-drawn carriages, and strangely shaped treasures of unknown purpose... a dazzling array of sights that was breathtaking.

The auras of the cultivators on these flying magical artifacts varied in strength, but were generally higher than those in the Southern Region. Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were the majority, and Golden Core cultivators were not uncommon.

"Look at that flying tower, tsk tsk, it must have been built with spirit stones, right?" Shi Tie pointed to a huge flying tower that was seven stories high, with carved beams and painted rafters, and glittering with jewels, as it slowly passed by, his tone complicated.

The flying tower wasn't moving fast, but it was extremely stable. Faint array light flowed across its surface, indicating considerable defensive capabilities. Figures could be vaguely seen moving about on the upper floor, and the sounds of string and wind instruments could be faintly heard.

"That's a merchant ship from the 'Treasure Pavilion'," Zhao Qingyan glanced at the flag hanging on the flying tower, which was embroidered with a treasure basin pattern. "One of the largest merchant guilds in the Central Region, with wealth comparable to a country, such a display is not surprising."

As they were talking, a slightly sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a fierce aura rapidly approaching.

Everyone turned around and saw a luxurious flying building, nearly twice the size of the Mo Yun Shuttle, painted in dark gold and shaped like a giant eagle with outstretched wings, rushing from behind at an extremely fast speed, about to crash into the tail of the Mo Yun Shuttle!

"Watch out!" Wang Hu whispered.

Shen Mo's gaze turned cold, and he lightly tapped the control array plate. The Mo Yun Shuttle suddenly shifted more than ten feet to the left, narrowly avoiding the collision.

The dark golden flying tower didn't stop at all, nor did it even try to adjust its direction. It arrogantly rushed straight past the original position of the Ink Cloud Shuttle, and the violent airflow it generated made the Ink Cloud Shuttle shake a few times.

On the side of the flying tower, a flag hangs, embroidered with a winged tiger roaring to the sky.

"Beast Taming Manor." Zhao Qingyan read out the mark on the flag, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Damn it! Don't you have eyes?!" Shi Tie roared in fury, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. If he hadn't been inside the shuttle, he probably would have been cursing aloud.

After passing the dark golden flying tower, it didn't go far away; instead, it slowed down slightly and ran parallel to the Ink Cloud Shuttle. A glass window on the side of the flying tower opened, revealing several young and arrogant faces.

The leader was a young man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe with an arrogant expression. His cultivation level was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. He glanced at Mo Yunsuo, especially at Mo Yunsuo's simple and even somewhat inconspicuous appearance, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Where did this country bumpkin shuttle come from? All dark and dingy, daring to dawdle in the main channel?" The young man in the brocade robe spoke softly, but clearly through some kind of amplification spell, filled with contempt. "Get out of my way!"

His companions behind him burst into laughter, one of them, a skinny man with a pointed face and monkey-like features, chimed in sarcastically, "Senior Brother Lin, why bother arguing with these barbarians from the south? Look at their impoverished appearance, they probably can't even afford a decent flying boat. They finally emptied their savings to get this thing, so naturally they don't want to fly fast and save some spirit stones!"

"Hahaha!" The laughter from upstairs grew even louder.

"You!" Shi Tie was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, and he was about to rush towards the cabin door, but Wang Hu held him down firmly.

"Senior Brother Shi, calm down!" Wang Hu roared, his eyes icy cold, but he still remembered Shen Mo's warning.

Li Xiaocao and A Tu turned pale, both angry and frightened. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai clenched their fists, daring not to speak out.

Su Xiao appeared behind Shen Mo at some point, her voice cold as ice: "There are three early-stage Golden Core cultivators, five late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and ten mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators on the Flying Tower. That winged tiger banner is the symbol of the 'Tiger Roar Peak' lineage, an inner sect of the Beast Taming Manor."

"The young man in the brocade robe who was leading the group had a jade pendant with the character 'Lin' in a hidden pattern at his waist. He was probably a branch of the Lin family of Zhenyuan Pass and related to the Beast Taming Manor by marriage."

The intelligence was swift and accurate.

Shen Mo's face remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the harsh taunts. He simply stared at the Beast Taming Manor's flying tower, which was taunting him, his gaze eerily calm.

Seeing that Mo Yunsuo had no reaction and simply moved aside, the young man surnamed Lin seemed to think that the other party was weak and easy to bully, and his smugness grew even stronger.

He suddenly clapped his hands, and a door on the ground floor of the flying tower opened, from which a dark figure darted out!

That was a monster that was nearly two zhang long, covered with jet-black scales, and shaped like a lizard but with wings on its back!

The monster's eyes were bloodshot, and it spewed out black mist with a fishy smell. It let out a low roar, flapped its wings, and pounced on the Ink Cloud Shuttle!

Although it is only equivalent to the late Foundation Establishment stage of the "Black Winged Poison Lizard", its attack is fierce and the poisonous mist in its mouth is obviously corrosive. If it is sprayed, the protective light shield of the Ink Cloud Shuttle will probably be weakened.

This is blatant provocation! And it's an aggressive provocation using a spirit beast!

"Insolence!" Shi Tie could no longer contain himself and roared, his giant axe already in his hand.

Wang Hu also drew his longsword with a clang. The opponent had already unleashed their spirit beasts to attack; this was no longer a matter of words!