Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 165: Biyang Cultivation World

"Saving a life is nothing but a lift of the hand."

Facing Chen Xinghai’s gratitude, Lü Yang raised his hand slightly and showed a kind smile: "If you wish to repay me, just answer a few of my questions."

Having gone far across the sea, Lü Yang decided to improve his image a bit.

After all, the misunderstandings the True Persons in the Primordial Saint Sect had about him were just too deep.

No matter what he did, no one would believe he was actually a good person.

However, no one overseas knew him.

Taking this opportunity, Lü Yang felt he could properly improve his image, spread his good reputation, and satisfy his vanity a little.

After all, when he had just transmigrated over, he had also thought about becoming a young sword immortal who rode his sword through the azure skies, roaming freely across the world, and drawing his sword to help when encountering injustice.

Unfortunately, the world was unpredictable, and for the sake of survival, he had no choice but to go along with the Primordial Saint Sect’s ways.

Fortunately, he had not changed his original intention, and his heart remained kind.

"Roar——!"

Just at that moment, a dark shadow appeared beneath the sea surface, and soon after, a white flood serpent emerged, letting out a sharp screech toward Lü Yang.

"Noisy."

Lü Yang frowned, and with just a glance, he instantly sliced the flood serpent in half.

In an instant, the serpent’s blood dyed the sea red, and a foul stench rushed toward him.

However, with a sweep of Lü Yang’s sleeve, the stench was instantly cleared away, and the serpent’s corpse was casually thrown into the "Ghost Cloud" behind him.

Chen Xinghai saw this clearly.

The serpent, still not completely dead after being sliced in half, managed to let out one last sound before being struck directly by a myriad of lightning bolts.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes and disappeared.

Damn, disposing of the body so decisively, could this man be a demonic cultivator?

Chen Xinghai couldn’t help but swallow hard.

How could he dare to slack off?

He hurried forward and respectfully said: "Master, feel free to ask, this humble one will surely tell you everything he knows without hiding anything."

Seeing this, Lü Yang nodded in satisfaction: "What is this place?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xinghai was stunned for a moment but dared not hesitate and immediately replied: "Reporting to Master, this place is the Chaotic Current Sea of our Biyang Cultivation World."

"Biyang… Cultivation?"

Lü Yang frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He intended to perform a divination but found it difficult to calculate clearly.

Looking at Chen Xinghai again, he had questions to ask but didn’t know where to start.

Moreover, the other party might not answer honestly.

After all, Lü Yang had heard him secretly suspecting that he was a demonic cultivator just now.

How could such a trivial mortal’s mental fluctuations escape his notice?

Although he wasn’t the petty type, he didn’t have time to question word by word and verify the truth.

"Hmm, it’s better to perform a Soul Search."

With a thought, Lü Yang acted.

Chen Xinghai sensed something and immediately showed a look of terror.

However, Lü Yang’s gaze had already pierced straight into his Sea of Consciousness.

To prevent any omissions, Lü Yang even split his divine sense to search the souls of everyone on the boat at this moment.

After all, with his Foundation Establishment True Person status, performing a Soul Search on a group of mortals was impossible to harm them.

At most, it would look unpleasant and might be considered cruel by some.

But in his view, this was efficient.

This did not prevent him from being a good person.

Very quickly, as Chen Xinghai’s eyes turned white, Lü Yang completely grasped the information about this so-called "Biyang Cultivation World."

His expression grew increasingly astonished.

Biyang Cultivation World, ruled by the Immortal Alliance!

Five Elemental Spiritual Roots, Cultivation Techniques.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core.

"What!?"

In an instant, Lü Yang’s hand trembled, and he instinctively took a step back, his eyes filled with shock.

What kind of joke was this?

This Biyang Cultivation World actually had Golden Core True Lords!?

More information surfaced as Lü Yang continued the Soul Search.

"Biyang Cultivation World consists of one hundred and eight large islands overseas."

"Although there are many sects and immortal clans, they all belong to a single force."

"The Immortal Alliance."

"And this Chen Xinghai is a sea folk under the Immortal Alliance, responsible for going out to sea to fish for spiritual fish and salvage sunken ships."

"This seems to have already become a super industry."

"Under the Immortal Alliance, there are millions of people like him, harvesting countless spiritual resources and materials from the sea every year."

The more Lü Yang learned, the more serious his expression became.

Because in Chen Xinghai’s memory, he had even seen Golden Core True Lords.

And he knew that above the Golden Core True Lords, there were even more unfathomable big figures.

"Nascent Soul Dao Lords…?"

Thinking of this, Lü Yang felt even more horrified.

Although he could not fully confirm it yet, there might very well be a Nascent Soul Dao Lord in this Biyang Cultivation World!

The next second, Lü Yang’s expression suddenly changed.

"That flood serpent… was it the Immortal Alliance’s sea patrol spiritual beast?"

Lü Yang raised an eyebrow.

If it really belonged to someone, how could he not have seen it at a glance?

It was precisely because he had seen that it was wild that he acted to kill it.

However, he soon understood the whole story.

It turned out that the Biyang Cultivation World had no method to control spiritual beasts.

They couldn’t plant slave seals in the spiritual beast’s Sea of Consciousness.

So the spiritual beasts they raised were all tamed using mortal methods.

As a result, there were frequent incidents of spiritual beasts escaping.

Lü Yang was instantly speechless.

So it was because his level was too high that he momentarily misjudged?

"The more I look at this Biyang Cultivation World, the more wrong it seems."

The sea patrol spiritual beast had been killed.

The Immortal Alliance would surely respond.

Before long, patrol cultivators would arrive to investigate.

He couldn’t afford to reveal himself easily.

Better to stabilize the situation first.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang immediately waved his hand toward Chen Xinghai and the others.

He directly erased their memories of encountering him, then concealed his presence.

Moments later, Chen Xinghai and the others regained consciousness.

Losing their memories, they naturally didn’t know what had happened.

They only felt they had luckily escaped from the "Ghost Cloud," sighing in relief at their narrow escape.

Just then, a beam of spiritual light flew over from a distance.

Lü Yang glanced at it roughly.

The newcomer’s cultivation was not high, only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

Even so, Lü Yang did not reveal himself but continued to hide.

The spiritual light approached and then dispersed, revealing a middle-aged man wearing a cloud-water Dao robe with a magical sword floating behind him, exuding a dignified presence.

The middle-aged man glanced around the surroundings, then looked at Chen Xinghai and the others below.

His brows slightly furrowed, showing a puzzled expression.

He spoke in a deep voice: "This seat’s sea patrol spiritual beast was killed here. You are the sea folk of this area. Have you seen any suspicious persons passing by?"

Seeing this, Chen Xinghai quickly stepped forward and replied: "Reporting to Immortal Master, we have not seen anyone."

"Strange."

The middle-aged man fell silent upon hearing this.

Chen Xinghai, seeing this, showed a struggling expression.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage, stepped forward, and whispered:

"Immortal Master, look at my ship…"

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Xinghai and then at his ship.

"Severely damaged. Repairs will likely require a large sum of money."

"Exactly."

Chen Xinghai let out a bitter laugh: "Immortal Master, before I went to sea, I bought the Immortal Alliance’s natural disaster insurance. Look at my ship, can the Immortal Alliance compensate for the repairs?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged man’s expression changed.

"Natural disaster insurance?"

"Your ship looks like it was struck by heavenly lightning, likely having entered the Ghost Cloud by mistake but not deeply, and you were lucky enough to get out, right?"

"But you, a mere sea folk, why did you venture into such a dangerous place as the Ghost Cloud?"

Chen Xinghai quickly explained: "The Ghost Cloud moved!"

"Do you have evidence?"

Chen Xinghai was instantly speechless.

How could there be any evidence for the Ghost Cloud’s movement?

Even if there was, it wasn’t something a mere sea folk like him could produce.

"No evidence means it’s just your word."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said calmly: "Sorry, for now, you seem to have insurance fraud suspicion, so the Immortal Alliance will not compensate you."

"But I can recommend a friend of mine."

"He’s a cultivator at the Immortal Alliance’s shipyard and takes on private ship repairs on the side."

"If you go to him and mention my name, you can get a twenty percent discount on the down payment, and you can pay off the rest over ten years with low interest. It’s very cost-effective."

In the shadows, Lü Yang’s expression grew stranger the more he listened.

This Immortal Alliance… something feels off.

Why does this style feel so familiar?