Mediation

Chisongzi was stunned by the terrifying killing intent spilling from Bai Weiyang and did not dare try to persuade him again.

After silencing Chisongzi, Bai Weiyang rose and walked toward the quiet-room door.

"General, could you let this poor Daoist off the ship? I swear I'll keep my mouth shut!"

Seeing that Bai Weiyang was almost out of the quiet room, Chisongzi hurriedly called out.

"Stay here at ease. As long as I am here for one day, I will guarantee your safety for one day."

The instant he finished speaking, Bai Weiyang's figure vanished from the quiet room.

Chisongzi felt a bitter taste in his mouth. His expression fell. His true qi was sealed, leaving him unable to use many of his methods. Escape was already hopeless.

At that moment, Chisongzi had no other thoughts. He could only pray in secret that the Demon-Suppressing Army's journey would go smoothly, and that nothing major would happen.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half a month passed. More and more people gathered aboard the warship, growing from fewer than ten thousand at the start to nearly one hundred thousand. The Demon-Suppressing Army numbered fewer than twenty thousand; most of the rest were martial artists from various factions.

Shi Lan devoted herself to secluded cultivation. Over those ten-plus days, she absorbed another portion of Phoenix blood, broke through three acupoints in succession, and came within a hair's breadth of opening the Neiguan acupoint at her elbow. Her cultivation advanced another step.

With so many people aboard the warship, friction was inevitable. Naturally, no one dared provoke the Demon-Suppressing Army, but old grudges existed among the various factions, and there were no shortage of sworn enemies.

Body Tempering Realm martial artists were especially prone to this. Their blood qi was restless,