Wang Mengde flew through the sky on his sword, spiritual light swirling in his eyes as he pushed the Spirit Eye Technique to its limits and scanned the surrounding skies.
Every inch of space for dozens of miles around lay beneath his scrutiny. No bird, cloud, or shift of light and shadow escaped his eyes.
Whenever he spotted a cultivator in the distance, he immediately changed course and gave them a wide berth.
He did not want anyone to discover him, remember the direction he was flying, or find any trace that might allow them to track him.
Occasionally, rogue cultivators appeared out on the sea, either flying on swords or sitting cross-legged on reefs to fish. He avoided them all well in advance, detouring dozens of miles. He would rather waste time than take any risk.
Half an hour later, Wang Mengde checked the spiritual energy in his dantian.
Driving both the Sword-Controlling Technique and the Spirit Eye Technique at full power for so long consumed far more spiritual energy than usual. Less than twenty percent remained in his dantian.
He scanned his surroundings, confirming that there was no one within dozens of miles and no sign of any demonic fish.
The sea was calm and empty, with nothing but rolling waves.
He plunged into the deep sea, descending roughly a thousand feet.
He took a jade bottle from his storage pouch. Inside were ten milky-white pills.
These were mid-grade second-tier Spirit-Recovery Pills, specially made to restore spiritual energy. Gentle yet fast-acting, they were essential for cultivators traveling long distances by air.
Wang Mengde pushed the seawater aside with his spiritual energy, poured out two pills, and placed them in his mouth. They dissolved immediately, becoming a warm medicinal force that slid down his throat into his stomach.
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