By now, Xu Yi had entered the Qi Sea Realm. His mastery of strength had reached the point where force flowed throughout his body and he could wield it to control all things. Though he was controlling more than a dozen Sword Carp at once, he did so with effortless ease.
A single Sword Carp was enough to carry Xu Yi, cleaving through the waves. Together, the dozen or more of them pulled him through the depths at a speed rivaling a galloping steed.
In no time, a whirlpool spanning more than ten yards appeared on the river's surface. It flashed like lightning as it swept westward.
After riding the Sword Carp along the riverbed at breakneck speed for nearly two hours, Xu Yi began to grow restless. He put away the Dragon Binding Rope and released the Sword Carp, then surfaced. The sky had darkened; not a trace of moonlight showed. All around him was pitch-black, and the sheer cliffs on both sides loomed like demons.
The mountain wind was piercingly cold, chilling Xu Yi to the bone. He had no choice but to circulate his qi and blood with all his might, driving the vortex beneath his feet to its limit. His clothes billowed like a sail as he sped away like the wind.
By the time he returned to Guang'an City, it was nearly midnight. He crept through the streets and reached the new mansion he had rented. The rooms were pitch-black, so he knew Yuan Qinghua and Yan Zi were still cultivating at Guangwu Pavilion.
He jumped through the doorway and went straight to the kitchen. It was neat and tidy, and though there were no vegetables, it had all the essentials: rice, meat, and oil.
He stoked the fire, set rice to steam in the