"Extreme Yin, I brought the timber. Let's start building a boat."
As Qing Lian spoke, a large number of logs abruptly appeared at her side.
The logs varied in thickness. The thickest were more than a zhang across, while the thinnest were only as thick as an arm.
"Good! Let's build a boat."
Song Wen walked over to the pile of logs with a smile.
He summoned a flying sword. With several swishing strikes, all the massive logs were cut apart into smooth planks.
Next, with Song Wen taking the lead and Qing Lian assisting at the side, the two began assembling the wooden boat.
However, Song Wen discovered that he had underestimated the matter of "boatbuilding."
Keels, ribs, mortise-and-tenon joints, wooden pegs... These things could not be made and assembled merely because he had seen wooden boats before.
Of course, if he summoned a flying vessel and copied it like a cat copying a tiger, then with the powerful strength of an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator, making a wooden boat that could merely float on water would not be difficult.
But Song Wen had other plans for later and had no mind to slowly build a boat. In the end, he only made a raft.
Yet Qing Lian had never seen either a mortal wooden boat or a cultivator's flying vessel. Even this tiny raft still struck her as something wonderfully novel.
The instant the raft carried her and Song Wen out onto the water, she grabbed his arm, her eyes brimming with delight.
"Extreme Yin, this boat really holds us above the water. It's amazing!"
Feeling the soft touch against his arm, Song Wen instinctively turned to look.
Just then—
Bang!
Qing Lian was too excited. Her snake tail rose and gave a light slap.
Then—
The fragile