And only Spirit Stones were accepted; gold and silver were not in circulation.
The three of them had first-class cabins, so after queuing for only a short while, they boarded the ship. The guides aboard were not humans, but a kind of flying insect puppet. Though only palm-sized, they also served as "personal butlers." It was clear that tickets truly were a case of getting what one paid for.
Since they had bought their tickets late, their location was not particularly good. Their cabin was by the stairs on the third deck; without activating the soundproofing formation, they would likely hear footsteps going up and down the stairs all day long.
However, the cabin's advantage was that its Spirit Gathering Formation was large enough for all three of them to cultivate at night without disturbing one another.
Bian Chunchou pushed open the porthole. Morning mist shrouded the distant mountains along the river, all of it spread before his eyes. After rushing about busily for more than half a year, he could finally stop and take a breather.
"Huh? Where's Chen Zui-Zui?" He turned his head, and the man was gone.
Wen Xu pointed toward the cultivation room in the cabin. "...He went to practice his blade."
"So diligent. It's not like I'm competing with him!" Bian Chunchou leaned against the porthole and yawned. "Wen Xu-Xu, are you about to break through to the Middle Golden Core?"
"Not for now. I'm still a little short." In truth, ever since returning from the Mortal Realm, his state of mind had improved, and his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. But he had deliberately suppressed it, unwilling to rise too quickly in the Prodigies Ranking.
Besides, he had yet to completely tame Windfold. There was no need to hurry into advancing.
"So