Cao Changjing pondered briefly. "I have some friends in Cangzhou who may be able to help."
Ling Xuanxiao put on a delighted expression. "If that can truly be arranged, I cannot thank you enough! It is just too much trouble for Fellow Daoist Cao."
Cao Changjing waved a hand. "You saved my life. This little matter is nothing."
"By the way, those three people who came looking for trouble with Fellow Daoist Cao were..."
Cao Changjing gave a bitter smile. "It is a long story. Better left unmentioned."
Ling Xuanxiao nodded and did not press further.
Cao Changjing had returned to Cangzhou this time with a measure of confusion. He did not know what he was supposed to do.
Or rather, in the thirty years since he had fled Burial Soldier City, he had lived in a muddled daze.
He had personally come to the Central Continent and witnessed demons and monsters everywhere, witnessed the human lands in utter chaos.
He could not say what he felt.
For the following stretch aboard the Flying Ship,
Ling Xuanxiao kept taking advantage of his spare time to walk around the Flying Ship.
The Flying Ship was a mixed bag of fish and dragons, but that had its benefits.
Simple transactions could be conducted aboard the Flying Ship, and there was everything for sale.
Such opportunities were rare.
Besides, the cultivators who could board a Flying Ship and follow a merchant group to Cangzhou for trade were no ordinary people.
Ling Xuanxiao moved among one Flying Ship after another, buying the things he needed.
Poison, alchemy materials, materials for all kinds of Mechanical Puppets, talisman paper...
He needed to prepare all these things anew.
Ling Xuanxiao calculated the supplies he needed to gather.
Every now and then, he would also chat with