Yet now, these ferocious sharks swam like guards on either side of the ship, escorting it steadily onward.
Tang Changsheng stood aboard, facing the wind. The ship moved fast and pitched violently. Only an old sailor with his shoes off could have walked its deck as though it were level ground.
But Tang Changsheng's feet seemed nailed to the deck. He did not budge, even as the wind whipped his hair and clothes with sharp snaps.
Gu Huanling stood beside him. As a Yin Spirit expert herself, she was naturally untouched by the gale. The sea wind even softened before it reached her, leaving her hair and clothes perfectly still.
At that moment, Tang Changsheng had turned his gaze inward, silently examining his cultivation.
Within his Spirit Terrace, a flame-like light flickered, bright as a mirror.
Inside that circle of red light sat a three-inch-tall Tang Changsheng, cross-legged.
Small though this Yin Spirit was, it had eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, all complete. It even carried an indescribable air of authority.
The Yin Spirit seemed to breathe slowly. The Bright Pearl's essence rose toward it, only to be consumed entirely in less than half an hour.
Apart from an indefinable gleam added to the light around the Yin Spirit, almost nothing changed.
"A Bright Pearl isn't enough for me anymore!" Tang Changsheng sighed.
He remembered when a single Spirit-Nourishing Pill had taken him months to refine, then later ten days or half a month.
After that, Spirit-Nourishing Pills had ceased to be effective, and he had begun taking Bright Pearls. At his current level, he could absorb a pearl's medicinal power in the time it took to eat a meal.
That alone showed how much his cultivation had grown.
Of course, the Great Chu Dragon Aura had also spoiled Tang