Shi Feiyang settled into Bitter Bamboo Hermitage. His divination showed that Zheng Dianxian would not return for revenge anytime soon. Of course, even if he did, Shi Feiyang had nothing to fear.
This time, Zheng Dianxian had lost all his magic treasures and had a hand severed, utterly breaking his fighting spirit. He would only seek revenge when Shi Feiyang faced a calamity, with his luck low and his strength weakened, and he would certainly come with others.
Quite a few people actually knew the secret of the treasure ship in the Yuan River. Zheng Dianxian merely assumed, in his conceit, that only a handful knew. Among the orthodox cultivators, Nun Fentuo, Yan Yingmu, Master Youtan, Shentu Yixiu, the Three Immortals and Two Elders, Ling Hun, and others all knew, as did quite a few people from the evil sects.
Zheng Dianxian had schemed for years, but knew his strength fell short. Unable to retrieve the treasures, he could only wait for the orthodox cultivators to come for them. Having established a cultivation sanctuary here, he counted as the local host, and with a Golden Spider in his possession, he could claim the lion's share. That was all.
The treasure ship lay deep within the Yuan River's Water Eye, another thirteen hundred zhang below the riverbed. Earth lung true magnetism held it fast; it could sink farther, but rising was difficult.
If someone relied on magical power to enter the water and retrieve the treasures, even a slightly excessive disturbance while breaking the ship's seals, or a sneak attack from the sidelines, would inevitably breach the earth qi and release earth's pole true fire, boiling the Yuan River and causing a terrible disaster.
There was no rushing this matter, then. For now, Shi Feiyang made cultivating his arts and refining