"I've kept you waiting, senior."
Soon after, the Half-Saint Tong Clan placed the processed scales on the deck and asked Jiang Ping to count them.
"Throw these away."
Jiang Ping looked at the extra Sea Beast entrails in the pile of scales and said.
"Huh? Throw it away..."
The Half-Saint was somewhat puzzled and couldn't help but say, "These are the internal organs of a Saint-level Haize, the essence of Haize flesh and blood. They could fetch a good price. Isn't it too wasteful to just throw them away?"
"Take it if you like."
Jiang Ping used his divine sense to cover the scales on the ground, storing them in his Spatial Ring and leaving behind a pile of viscous internal organs.
"Ah! Senior Xie!"
The Half-Saint was taken aback at first, then overjoyed.
For a martial saint who already possesses a body full of scales, these internal organs might be beneath their notice, but for Half-Saint like him, they represent a considerable gain.
After cleaning the deck, Jiang Ping sat cross-legged with an old man and two young men at the table, which was laden with delicious food and wine.
Jiang Ping also learned that this was a sea vessel belonging to the Tong Clan Saint Clan, which earned resources by catching various Sea Beast. The two Saint's Descendant happened to be traveling with their clansmen for training, and that's how they encountered the Haize.
"It's all thanks to you, senior."
The Half-Saint toasted Jiang Ping, still with a look of gratitude on his face.
Tong Huo, mustering his courage, suddenly proposed to become Tong Huo's apprentice.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow, looking at the young man. "You want to learn my Sword Art, don't you?"
"I..."
Before Tong Huo could finish speaking, his mouth was covered, and the Tong Clan Half-Saint rebuked him:
"Shut up!"
"Such top-level Sword Art is not something you can learn just because you want to. How dare you even mention becoming my disciple?"
Then, the Half-Saint apologized profusely to Jiang Ping, his whole body covered in sweat.
Both of the younger generation could see that his Sword Art was extraordinary; how could he not recognize it? It was probably even more impressive than the Zuo Clan's ultimate Sword Art.
Such a precious Sword Art must have been relied upon by our predecessors. If the descendants of other clans rashly Seeking the Law and displease our predecessors, all the goods and people on this ship will be lost.
On the Taiping Line, a majestic island stands before you.
The sunset glow and the lone wild goose flying together, the sea and sky merging into one color, make this island even more beautiful.
"Arrive!"
On a cargo ship, the Half-Saint Tong Clan looked at the familiar island and spoke with some excitement, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He felt very uncomfortable when the younger generation proposed becoming his apprentice, and he had been on tenterhooks the whole way there.
Fortunately, Senior Chen didn't stoop to the level of a junior; otherwise, he feared there might have been another bloody disaster.
As if remembering something, he couldn't help but transmit his voice to the two Saint's Descendant:
"Your Sword Art is rare in a relatively remote place like Haiyue Island. When you return, remember not to speak carelessly and cause trouble for your senior."
"Um."
The two young men nodded. They could tell that their senior was only a Martial Saint, yet he possessed such superb Sword Art. If the Zuo Clan coveted him, something terrible would definitely happen.
They didn't want their savior to get into trouble.
"I really want to learn," Tong Huo said telepathically, his gaze resolute.
He was quite talented and ambitious, but unfortunately, his background wasn't strong enough to help him master more powerful Mystic Skill.
"You can't learn it even if you want to. The seniors haven't paid any attention to you, clearly unwilling to pass it on. Don't bring a great enemy upon the Tong Clan."
"I understand," Tong Huo sighed softly.
Jiang Ping remained unmoved. His cultivation level was far superior, and for a junior who wasn't even a Martial Saint to transmit his voice in front of him was no different from taking off his pants to fart.
However, as this Half-Saint Tong Clan said, he had no fondness for valuing talent and taking on disciples. Moreover, in his eyes, Tong Huo, Saint's Descendant, was indeed far too insignificant.
After all, he had killed more than one Innate Sacred Body.
Soon after, the cargo ship docked, and Jiang Ping disembarked.
Goodbye, senior!
An old man and two young men waved to Jiang Ping. They weren't stopping their boat here because they wanted to take their senior to the Haiyue Island Main City.
See you again someday.
Jiang Ping turned his back to them and walked forward.
Compared to Xifeng Island, he was not questioned on the more prosperous Haiyue Island, but he still had to register when entering the city.
Chen Nianjiang.
Jiang Ping still uses this alias; in fact, his appearance is not his true face.
However, he still noticed that when he appeared in front of the city's Martial Artist, a Greater Golden Core immediately left, and the Martial Artist registered him told him to wait where he was.
"Um?"
Jiang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly; he didn't understand, and it seemed he was in trouble.
Of course, he remained calm and composed throughout, already in a trance, unafraid of anything; otherwise, how could he have dared to display the Thunderous Heavenly Might casually?
At worst, we'll sink Haiyue Island!
Before long, the Greater Golden Core cultivator returned, followed by a middle-aged man dressed in armor.
The other person walked up to Jiang Ping, looked him over briefly, and nodded:
"Yes, that's right, it's Chen Nianjiang from Xifeng Island, isn't it?"
Jiang Ping narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly. "Yes."
Come with me.
The middle-aged man spoke expressionlessly in a commanding tone, then turned away without waiting for Jiang Ping's reaction.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man stopped abruptly, realizing that Chen Nianjiang showed no intention of following. He frowned slightly and reprimanded him:
"What are you doing? Keep up!"
The roar startled passersby.
Some people had already recognized the middle-aged man from the city and couldn't help but whisper among themselves:
"That's Captain Zuo Clan the Blood Moon Guard, Great Accomplishment Martial Saint. It seems this man in blue is a top- Peerless Martial Saint, but he's unlucky to have been chosen for the Blood Moon Guard; Life and Death are always intertwined with him."
"Alas, such a handsome man. If I were to bear his child, the child would surely be beautiful. Unfortunately, he would either suffer severe injuries from the shattering of his Saint Source or perish as Saint's Fall soon after."
Listening to the whispers around him, Jiang Ping finally understood what was going on.
The news of his title as "Martial Saint" had reached Haiyue Island, and for some reason, he was directly selected into the so-called Blood Moon Guard.
Being Blood Moon Guard is no easy task; even martial Saint's Fall from time to time.
Jiang Ping's eyes flashed with a cold light. Someone had malicious intentions and wanted to push him into a pit of fire.
If he were merely a Martial Saint, his life would likely be in real danger.
However...
Jiang Ping looked at the Captain Zuo and said:
Give me a reason.
"Reason?"
Captain Zuo was taken aback, then spoke loudly, "You come from Xifeng Island, and are subject to the jurisdiction of my Haiyue Island. It is also because of the protection of my island that you were able to become Becoming a Saint Anran. Now that my island has a great enemy outside and troubles are constantly arising in the Four Seas, my Zuo Clan is conscripting you to fight for the islands. Are you going to refuse and become an ingrate?"
"So you're from Xifeng Island. Then you're one of us. We should do our part for the islands. The deep sea area has been quite turbulent lately, with many fishing boats suffering bloodshed."
"Yes, although he is handsome, with a formidable enemy at hand, and the Martial Saint at the Peerless, he must fight for the Haiyue Various Islands and restore peace to the Four Seas."
Many people suddenly realized that the area around the Various Islands had been unstable recently, and even the Blood Moon Guard had suffered heavy losses, which was why manpower had been diverted.
As the Martial Saint of Xifeng Island, he should fight for his homeland in all directions.
Of course, some knowledgeable onlookers looked on with strange expressions, because the man in blue robes in front of them seemed to be completely different from any of the saints of Xifeng Island.
Jiang Ping was both angry and amused. Not only had he been selected for the Blood Moon Guard, but he had also suddenly become a martial saint born and raised on Xifeng Island.
These people really went to great lengths to get him to be cannon fodder.
Jiang Ping remained calm, but Killing intent gradually rose in his eyes:
What if I refuse?
"Reject?"
Captain Zuo was somewhat taken aback. How dare a mere Peerless- tier expert defy his orders and the Haiyue Zuo Clan?
"Why refuse? To expect protection without contributing anything—what kind of person is that? Even if they're a Martial Saint, their cultivation is wasted. Such an ungrateful person!"
A middle-aged Female Golden Core couldn't help but stand up and criticize, indignant.
As she stepped forward, many people followed suit, pointing and whispering.
However, the discussion quickly ceased, and everyone froze, staring incredulously at the man in blue.
Slap slap
Jiang Ping clapped his hands, wiping the blood from them. In front of him, some bits of flesh were scattered, the only remaining part of the Female Golden Core who had led the accusations.
"Come on, anyone else who disagrees, step forward and say something. I can grant their wish first and send them to their death on Haiyue Island."
Jiang Ping, his robes fluttering, looked down at the crowd with disdain, displaying his arrogance.