Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Lin Feng paid a top-grade spiritual stone.

He also boarded the massive ship.

This massive ship was named Chengfeng.

"Chengfeng breaking through the waves when the time comes, hanging the sails straight to aid the Canghai."

The name Chengfeng means advancing with the wind.

This Chengfeng was incomparable to the ships used upon initial entry into the maritime area.

The Chengfeng spanned ten thousand meters.

It was equipped with one hundred thirty-five attack arrays, seventy-seven defensive arrays, and fifty-two auxiliary arrays.

Such a massive ship, even if it encountered creatures as formidable as the Netherworld Demon Shark in the sea, could still hold its own.

What's more.

Once it set out to sea.

It was a fleet setting off together.

Rather than departing individually.

...

On the ship, people were coming and going.

It was extraordinarily lively.

Now that the Divine Ruins had opened.

At least more than half of the states from the Three Thousand States of the Heavenly Martial Continent had great forces coming.

Therefore.

One could imagine how many people were arriving.

A single massive ship could accommodate five hundred thousand people.

Thirty-six massive ships could accommodate eighteen million people.

If one included the crew on the massive ships.

The entire enormous fleet.

Roughly numbered twenty million people.

Equivalent to fitting the entire population of a small city within the fleet.

Among these twenty million people.

There were experts as numerous as the clouds.

No wonder Jiang Tiandou and Murong Baichuan and others said that boarding the massive ships was safe.

Such a colossal force.

Even if the Sea Clan ruled the inner seas with great strength.

Should they wish to attack the fleet.

They would have to think it through, whether they could bear such significant losses.

...

"Eh, a monk!"

Lin Feng was surprised.

He saw a monk on the massive ship.

This was a young monk, about twenty years old, wearing a blue kasaya.

This surprised Lin Feng greatly.

Because on the Heavenly Martial Continent, whether it was Buddhism or Taoism, few people wandered outside.

As for the Wuliang Taoist.

He belonged to the Banshan Taoist lineage, which was spurned by Orthodox Taoism.

In the eyes of Orthodox Taoism, they didn't even consider this lineage as a branch of Taoism.

So, it was still very rare to see a proper Taoist.

Lin Feng saw not only monks.

But also Taoists.

In the distance was a young Taoist, about twenty-five or six years old, wearing a Taoist robe, ethereal as an immortal.

"They are all Taoists, yet the Wuliang Taoist is so sleazy, but look at this one, with the air of an immortal."

Lin Feng couldn't help but murmur.

The fear of comparison is the greatest among people.

Once compared.

The gap immediately becomes apparent.

Many cultivators were chatting on the deck.

Others entered the cabins inside the ship.

The cabins were divided into ordinary and VIP cabins.

An ordinary cabin cost one top-grade spiritual stone.

People were coming and going.

It was quite crowded.

If one paid ten more top-grade spiritual stones.

They could proceed to the VIP cabin.

The VIP cabins were independent compartments.

The compartments were protected by restrictions.

So, whether resting or cultivating inside, one wouldn't be disturbed.

With the journey being long.

Lin Feng headed to a VIP compartment.

He planned to spend this time diligently practicing the drawing of spirit arrays.

To improve his own formation level.

After Lin Feng paid the spiritual stones, someone led him to the VIP compartment.

"This level of VIP cabins has only ten remaining VIP compartments. If the young master is not satisfied, we can also move to other VIP cabins," said the beautiful maid with a professional smile as she led Lin Feng.

Lin Feng said, "This private room will do, take the third one."

Lin Feng pointed at a private room.

The beautiful maid nodded and opened the room.

Lin Feng was about to step inside.

"Hold on..."

At that moment, a voice rang out.

A group of about a dozen cultivators walked over.

Leading them were a young man and woman.

Clearly, these people were of no ordinary background.

The one who spoke was the young man.

"What is it?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Kid, I fancy the private room you've chosen. Vacate it now and pick another," said the young master with an unmistakable tone of finality.

Lin Feng responded indifferently, "There are nine more private rooms here, more than enough for you to choose from."

But the woman laughed and said, "Zhang Qing, I told you, you wouldn't get this private room. See? Was I not right?"

The young master's face suddenly darkened as he coldly glanced at Lin Feng and said, "I want this private room; must I really repeat myself?"

Lin Feng had already guessed the crux of the situation.

This group saw him about to enter the private room.

And they had bet among themselves.

This one named Zhang Qing had probably claimed he could make Lin Feng willingly give up the room.

And the woman had bet that Zhang Qing wouldn't get the room.

Clearly, they were making bets over him.

Lin Feng gave Zhang Qing a cold look and said, "Scram."

In an instant.

Dead silence.

Everyone thought their ears had deceived them.

What did this kid just say?

But soon.

Everyone snapped back to reality.

Their ears had not deceived them.

...

Zhang Qing's face instantly took on an extremely ugly expression.

Someone had told him to scram.

Did this kid have a death wish?

"Kid, do you know who I am?" Zhang Qing's eyes looked ominously at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng scoffed and said, "What do I care who you are? Young Master I don't have time to play games with idiots like you."

"We're the idiots?"

The others were momentarily stunned.

Then one by one, they revealed sinister expressions.

With one sentence, Lin Feng managed to insult all of them.

The woman was named Li Rong.

Her icy gaze turned to Lin Feng, and she mocked, "Nowadays, there's never a shortage of fools courting death."

Lin Feng nonchalantly said, "A woman ought to have the grace of a woman, not be as annoying as a flitting fly."

"You dare mock me?" Li Rong looked angrily at Lin Feng.

"Mock you? Are you worth it?" Lin Feng's expression remained indifferent.

...

The maid at Lin Feng's side saw that he had started a conflict with these people.

She quickly reminded him, "Young master, please do not further provoke them. These people are from Blood Soul Island, one of the thirty-six Ancient Desolate Forces in the East Sea, and besides the Seven Colossi Forces of the Three Immortals and Four Islands, they are extremely powerful. Offending them will not end well for you. Please, apologize to them quickly, or it may lead to a fatal calamity."

"Blood Soul Island?"

Lin Feng's brow slightly raised.

He had heard of Blood Soul Island before.

However.

He had not expected to have a confrontation with Blood Soul Island's people today.

"Kid, now that you know we're from Blood Soul Island, are you scared?" Zhang Qing, Li Rong, and the others looked coldly and triumphantly at Lin Feng.

They were even pondering about how to humiliate Lin Feng afterward to get their revenge.

"Scared? How ridiculous," Lin Feng coldly swept his gaze over them. "Scram, didn't you hear me?"

Zhang Qing, Li Rong, and the others' haughty expressions instantly froze.

They hadn't expected Lin Feng to dare to tell them to scram after finding out who they were.

Zhang Qing, Li Rong, and the rest had a sudden ominous look on their faces.

"Kid, are you courting death? Men, teach this brat a lesson," Zhang Qing sneered.

"Yes."

A Blood Soul Island cultivator, following the command, stepped forward, raised his right foot, and kicked towards Lin Feng.