And perhaps because his cultivation had recovered, he could clearly sense it.

Although this woman's tone was calm, there was always a hint of...fear in her eyes?

This emotion was very faint, but was keenly captured by Chen Yang.

However, he did not say much. He just kept it in mind, took two steps forward and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, young lady."

Then, Chen Yang turned around, looked at the boatman, and said, "Boatman, can we get on board?"

The boatman hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, that's fine."

After saying that, he added, "The sacrifice requires three low-grade spirit stones. Could you please hand them over to me, young lady?"

Hearing this, Chen Yang was slightly stunned. He originally thought that this sacrifice was something unique, but it turned out to be just some spirit stones?

But even so, he couldn't take it out.

It’s not that he doesn’t have spirit stones, but the lowest-grade spirit stones he has are all mid-grade spirit stones!

After all, after thousands of years of promotion by him, the Floating Light Holy Land had already become a so-called holy land of righteousness.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the spiritual beasts and mounts have their daily feed mixed with high-quality spiritual stones.

Low-grade spirit stone?

In the Floating Light Holy Land, even the stone bricks falling on the ground are uncomfortable to walk on.

"Including our caravan, one mid-grade spirit stone."

The woman did not seem surprised. She gently waved her jade hand, and a crystal-clear, mid-grade spirit stone appeared in her palm, shining with a soft luster.

The boatman took the mid-grade spirit stone and quickly bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your generous gift, young lady."

Chen Yang, who was standing next to him, had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Don’t be fooled by the monstrous wealth of the Floating Light Holy Land, that is the capital that only the Holy Land of the Righteous Path has.

Although it is not a very precious item for some other sects, it is still an effective resource for cultivation.

But now, this mortal woman who seemed to be a mortal merchant could wave her hand and take out a medium-grade spirit stone, and even pay a so-called sacrifice to this stranger.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang became very interested in the veiled woman.

Especially the fear on the other party's face that had been suppressed but never dissipated made Chen Yang feel concerned.

The woman's eyes swept over Chen Yang, nodded to him, and then slowly walked away into the distance, as if she didn't want to get close to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't care about this. After smiling slightly, he boarded the boat and prepared to set off.

…

Longqian Creek is about a hundred feet wide, with turbulent waves and huge foam, occasionally forming a huge whirlpool.

The boatman was sweating profusely as he steered the boat, struggling to move forward on the waves, carefully avoiding whirlpools to prevent the boat from being sucked into them.

In front of the wooden boat, there were several smaller wooden boats moving rapidly in the water, like arrows shot from a bow, extremely fast.

These wooden boats are all expedition teams spontaneously formed by secular cultivators, looking for opportunities in this vast lake.

Longqian Creek is a well-known dangerous place here, and the presence of the Floating Light Holy Land next to it adds to its fame.

Many monks who came here for the sake of its reputation gathered here and traveled together.

After all, they are different from those talented disciples who can join different sects.

Their talents are limited, and the resources they can obtain for cultivation are even more scarce.

Without a great opportunity, one will remain at the Qi training stage for the rest of his life.

Moreover, even if they embark on the path to immortality, they are only the lowest level among ordinary cultivators.

How could they accept such a fate?

Therefore, in this world of cultivation where powerful people emerge in large numbers, they choose to take risks and risk their lives.

In this situation, they would naturally form various expedition teams, looking for various opportunities, hoping to survive a dangerous trial.

Of course, most of the monks died along the way, leaving only a very few lucky ones who survived and changed their lives.

…

Chen Yang sat on the wooden boat, quietly observing the situation around him.

After using his spiritual roots as bait and losing all his cultivation, he has been sitting in meditation in the Floating Light Holy Land for a hundred years.

Now that he has returned to the mortal world again, such a dangerous place naturally attracts his attention.

At least in his impression, this place was an ordinary place hundreds of years ago.

At that time, he often brought fellow disciples to this place to relax and discuss the Dao, and he would wash his sword and gain enlightenment from time to time.

But now, it has become a dangerous place?

There was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, coupled with Chen Yang's extremely handsome appearance and gentle temperament.

In this surging wave, he was like a banished immortal, attracting the attention of many people.

There were even some brave women on the boat who, seeing such a handsome figure, couldn't help but feel amorous and looked at him secretly.

"Miss, why are you offering sacrifices to this stranger?"

"This person has nothing to do with us. Your actions will inevitably attract the attention of others."

At the stern of the boat, a man dressed as a servant sat next to the woman with her face covered with a veil and asked softly.

"Just do good things and don't worry about the future."

"We've already done so many things against our will. If we encounter someone in trouble, it wouldn't hurt to help them."

The woman didn't say much, and her voice remained indifferent.

But the sadness in his eyes became more and more serious.

…

Chen Yang stood on the wooden board, letting the strong wind blow his long hair, and looked into the distance.

Longqian Creek is vast and boundless, except for the occasional waves.

There was only the rushing river water hitting the cabin, but whenever the turbid lake water was about to enter the cabin, it would be blocked by a faint light.

"Sir, the wind is strong outside. Although there are immortal magic defenses on the boat, you should get into the cabin quickly."

A strong wind blew, and the boatman's voice reached Chen Yang's ears.

"Haha, thank you for your concern, boatman. But it's nothing. I'm just a little upset, and the breeze makes me feel better."

"But, Captain, I have a question in my mind. Could you please explain it to me?"

Chen Yang had a faint smile on his face, and there was a hint of sincerity in his tone.

This look of his made him seem quite approachable to other people.

"Please tell me, sir. I will tell you everything I know."

The boatman chuckled when he heard this and felt relieved.

He still remembered that when the other party boarded the ship, he had troubled the other party because of the sacrifice.

I was originally worried that Chen Yang was the son of some important person, and it would be troublesome if he angered me.

Now it seems that it was a misunderstanding.

I don't think such a gentle and elegant gentleman would bother with anything.

"Excuse me, boatman, I see there are other people besides our boat on Longqian Creek."

"But the others are all cultivators. How can you, a mortal, steer this boat through the Longqian Creek?"

Chen Yang pondered for a moment and asked the question in his mind.

It's not that he was idle, but the formation on the ship always gave him a familiar feeling.