Ma Yue carefully thought about what happened in the past day or two. Could it be... because of Lei Qing!
In his previous life, Ma Yue had trained with a master and heard many unusual stories about immortal cultivation. He probably heard them from his master. In the world of immortal cultivation, there are those with special physiques... Perhaps Lei Qing is one of these rare individuals.
Fortunately, Lei Qing's special physique brought good luck to Ma Yue.
That’s right, Lei Qing advanced to the level of a martial artist, and he and Ma Yue celebrated wildly all night, accidentally transmitting his hidden water spiritual root to Ma Yue.
That is a hidden spiritual root, a super booster for cultivation.
Ma Yue tried to mobilize the seemingly insignificant water-type hidden spiritual root in his body, and it seemed to be quite compatible. Soon, the water-type spiritual energy between heaven and earth was purified by the hidden spiritual root and entered Ma Yue's dantian...
What was this? He had two water-type spiritual roots? One bright, one dark.
Since this hidden spiritual root is very compatible with myself, why should I be polite? Damn it! I have traveled to this primitive world. My luck in cultivating immortals is really good.
Find a beautiful wife, and bring a hidden spiritual root red envelope as a dowry, haha!
It's not just as simple as speeding up cultivation.
I seemed to have realized something.
Ma Yue was a cultivator, and he attached great importance to the artistic conception of cultivation. Previously, Ma Yue's movements were primarily based on the artistic conception of wind. Whether it was the Wind Step or the Clear Wind Spear, his understanding and utilization of wind were paramount. Flexibility and speed were the artistic conception and characteristics of wind.
However, with this extra hidden water spiritual root, Ma Yue seemed to have a special understanding of the water element.
Ma Yue sat there for three days, what was wrong?
Obviously there is some insight.
Ma Yue walked out of his single wooden house and looked up at the sea in the distance. He felt inexplicably restless in his heart.
Surprisingly, I wasn't afraid, but rather felt a bit of yearning and impulse... So, let's give it a try!
Ma Yue went to the beach, and following his inexplicable desire, he actually... rushed into the sea at a very fast speed.
Many people were boiling salt on the beach. They saw their own charlatan rushing towards the sea, but he did not fall into the water. Instead, he was moving forward at a rapid speed.
Is this even possible? Without a boat, not even a piece of wood, Ma Yue magically navigates the waves.
The waves weren't big to begin with, and Ma Yue, on a whim, felt like he was walking on them, which was no different from walking on the ground, except for the softness. The waves were rushing towards the beach, so was Ma Yue essentially walking against the current?
Is it not possible? Ma Yue felt that the reaction force of the waves was no problem.
But this speed is a bit slow.
Wind! That's right, Ma Yue's deepest understanding of artistic conception was the wind-related artistic conception. Wind doesn't move in a straight line, just like the sails on a sailboat, it can be used to support both the headwind and the tailwind.
Ma Yue didn't understand scientific principles, nor did he know anything about the Bernoulli effect. But he understood his own feelings. He could sense the subtleties of the wind's movement, and that was enough to allow him to harness some of its power.
The more Ma Yue felt the water and wind, the faster he walked on the waves. Of course, this kind of walking on the waves was obviously not a straight line.
When a cultivator becomes obsessed with a certain perception or state, they find it difficult to extricate themselves. Perhaps this is a kind of sudden enlightenment. Sudden enlightenment doesn't necessarily mean sitting in meditation in one's own cave. It can be like Ma Yue, who unintentionally follows his heart and gallops across the waves...
Ma Yue in the sea was running faster and faster. If someone saw it, they would definitely think that Ma Yue's walking on the waves was faster than the galloping of wildebeests.
I'm thirsty!
This was a terrible outcome. People could survive for a few days if they were hungry, but not if they were thirsty. Ma Yue was a martial artist, and his ability to resist hunger and thirst far exceeded that of ordinary people, but that also had its limits.
Hunger and thirst reached a certain point, and Ma Yue recovered from his state of walking on the waves. Ma Yue himself didn't know how many days he had been running in the sea.
Is this a reef?
Standing on a reef in the sea with a radius of less than 100 meters, Ma Yue looked at the sea around him blankly. It was all the same. He was lost.
Ma Yue himself knew that he was not walking in a straight line on the waves, and even if he turned back, he might not be able to return to the Haifan tribe.
This is ridiculous, this is too exciting.
Although he was alone on the reef in the sea, Ma Yue no longer felt afraid of the sea, but instead felt a sense of closeness to it.
The problem is, there's nothing here. Do I need food or water? Damn it! Ma Yuehe was depressed.
Stopping on this reef, Ma Yue was really out of strength.
Help! Ma Yue screamed in his heart.
Immortal cultivators are really not omnipotent. If they die of hunger and thirst, wouldn’t their death be too boring?
Ma Yue lay on the reef, looking at the sky in despair. A day passed...
“@#…”
Ma Yue felt the moisture of water at the corners of his mouth. It was so nice! He was obviously not dead yet. He heard the primitive people's dialect. He fainted on the reef and was rescued by the kind primitive people.
It’s great to be alive.
After drinking the water, Ma Yue's strength gradually recovered. Looking at a primitive man feeding himself water, with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks, he was quite cute, wasn't he?
Ma Yue took out some dried bacon from his pocket. This was the snack he used to tease Wangcai every day. Now that he had water, he could eat.
"You...eat!" The pronunciation of the primitive language is basically the same.
Sure enough, these two words made the primitive man who saved himself understand the meaning.
After eating some dried bacon, Ma Yue's strength began to recover faster.
The primitive people ate the salted meat that Ma Yue gave them and danced with joy. Apparently, there was no salt here either.
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