Several days later.
The tide rose and fell, crashing against the reefs and throwing up a myriad sprays of foam.
To put it bluntly, Nameless Island was a place of barren mountains and treacherous waters. First, the island itself was not large; then there was the Gutter Black Oil. Because the trench here produced abundant black oil, cultivation resources of other paths were suppressed, and the island's produce was meager.
Human desires were boundless, so the human path took from the deficient to make up for the abundant, where the weak were meat and the strong ate it. The heavenly path, however, took from the abundant to supplement the deficient, seeking balance in all things under heaven.
Precisely because immortal material like black oil existed, Nameless Island's other resources were exceedingly scarce. For hundreds of years, Small Fishing Village had remained at this scale, developing slowly. It could only support a handful of Gu Masters, pitifully few.
At this moment, in the village chief's home at the center of Small Fishing Village, Fang Yuan was sparring with a middle-aged Rank 2 Gu Master.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several explosions, water splashed everywhere. The middle-aged Rank 2 Gu Master was drenched like a drowned rat and collapsed limply onto the ground.
Fang Yuan, wearing Chu Ying's appearance, stood where he was in perfect composure, hands behind his back and a smile at the corners of his lips.
From the beginning to the end of this spar, Fang Yuan had stood in place without moving a single step.
The middle-aged Rank 2 Gu Master struggled to his feet and cupped his hands. "Master Chu's methods are extraordinary. I concede defeat, and thank Master Chu for his guidance."
He was truly convinced, heart and soul.
Several days ago, Fang Yuan had deliberately disguised