At this point, Shen Zhao smiled and said, "What a pity, your disguise is too low-level. Now, do you want me to take action, or do you want to end it yourselves?"

Seeing that he had been seen through, the middle-aged man stopped pretending: "I really didn't expect to meet such an expert as you while riding a flying boat. That's right, I am Long Wu, an inner disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, and she is my Daoist partner, Leng Qiulan."

Shen Zhao immediately interrupted him, saying, "There's no need to say more. I'll just ask you whether you intend to end it yourself or whether you want me to do it?"

Long Wu immediately said, "Old woman, we've been seen through."

Leng Qiulan's face was pale as she glared at Shen Zhao with resentment: "Boy, you ruined our plans. It seems that all of you will die today."

Upon seeing this, the crew members were immediately terrified and rushed to the door, shouting, "Oh no! There's a heretical cultivator! There's a heretical cultivator!"

Long Wu and Leng Qiulan stood up and said, "Originally, we only wanted to absorb the essence of those aristocratic scions in the first class today, and we didn't want to make a big fuss. It seems that we are destined to have no peaceful resolution."

Shen Zhao shrugged indifferently: "No matter what you've come here for, I only know one thing: today you two will only be thrown off the flying boat by me and leave no trace of your bodies."

"Arrogant!"

In an instant, Long Wu and Leng Qiulan simultaneously struck out with their palms, which were filled with blood energy.

But the next moment, Su Yunying struck first, instantly taking down the two with a move called "Clouds Piercing the Moon".

Their moves were swift and fierce; the difference in skill was decided in just one exchange of blows.

Chaos erupted inside the cabin as everyone rushed out.

Looking at the two unconscious men, Su Yunying clapped her hands and said to Shen Zhao, "How was it? Not bad, Boss Shen?"

"What's so great about it!" Ding Bu'er said with dissatisfaction. "Why are you so troublesome, girl? And Master Chen, are you really planning to cause trouble all the way?"

"You have a problem with that?"

"We haven't made a single penny along the way, and we've even lost so many spirit stones. What a huge loss! We came here to make money and build reputation, not to show off!"

"From now on, we'll take care of what we should take care of, and we'll never get involved in what we shouldn't, okay?"

Clearly, Ding Bu'er harbored deep resentment about his depleted wallet throughout the journey, appearing as if he were filled with bitterness and resentment.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao nodded in agreement: "You're right, making money is the priority right now. We shouldn't concern ourselves with things that aren't our business, but..."

"You dare tell me how to do things? What can I do if I try to tell you?"

"Alright, never mind. Don't get angry. It's just money, it's nothing!"

Ding Bu'er angrily stuck his head out the window, ignoring Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao also felt the atmosphere was rather oppressive, so he decisively went out of the cabin to get some fresh air. He picked up the two evil cultivators, gave each of them a final blow to make sure they were dead, and then threw them off the flying boat.

In his first life, Shen Zhao suffered greatly because he was not decisive enough, and almost capsized several times. After that, he never hesitated to deal with evil cultivators again.

...

At the bow of the ship, Shen Zhao and Fahai faced each other.

Fahai held a half-eaten steamed bun in one hand and a bar of soap in the other, a simple, honest smile on his face.

"This soap is made with top-grade spiritual flowers. Smell it."

"I don't even need to smell it; I can tell it's a good soap just by holding it. Thank you."

"How do you know it's good if you don't smell it? Smell it."

Fahai hesitated for a moment, glanced at the soap in his hand, and then put it in his pocket.

Then, he bowed with one hand and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, the temple is on fire, and everything is burned. I have nothing to give you, but if you touch me, it will bring you good luck. Please donate some money to rebuild the temple and benefit the world."

Shen Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Alright, brother, stop pretending. Do you even believe what you're saying?"

Fahai: "Benefactor, a monk does not lie."

Shen Zhao: "Stop pretending. The shady things you've done don't make you much money, and they can't save any people."

Fahai remained unmoved: "If you are unwilling to give money, perhaps you have difficulties. Maybe all you have is soap. In that case, give me another bar."

He then reached out to Shen Zhao, asking for a bar of soap.

Shen Zhao shook his head seriously: "I can't give alms anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fahai looked disappointed: "Alright, since that's the case, then touch me. After all, you gave me a bar of soap, and I have nothing to give you in return. Come on, touch me; this is our destiny."

Shen Zhao shook his head: "I won't touch it."

Fahai looked disappointed: "Does faith still have any appeal? Do I still have any appeal?"

"Stop!" Shen Zhao interrupted him, unable to bear it any longer. "Stop talking nonsense. Just one question: I can lead you to save all living beings. Are you willing to follow me?"

Fahai calmly replied, "Since you have a connection with Buddha, I am willing to follow you to save all living beings."