Out at sea.
A small boat cut through the wind and waves, heading straight into the distance.
Qin Shujian stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, the fierce wind barely stirring his robes.
Along the way.
He overtook many boats in an instant.
"Holy shit, did he install an electric motor on that thing?"
"Going that fast, crashing must feel amazing!"
"Fuck—"
Some players rowing away laboriously stared at the little boat shooting past them. After a few seconds of stunned silence, they could not help complaining.
Compared with him.
Then looking at themselves struggling to row, they were practically at opposite extremes.
Although cultivators could use true essence to propel their boats after reaching the True Martial Realm.
Doing so consumed far too much true essence.
And they could not keep it up for long.
As for speed, they might go a little faster, but certainly not by much.
Someone like Qin Shujian, who shot past with a whoosh, practically dazzled their titanium-alloy eyeballs.
Unlike the complaining players.
Some native cultivators wore grave expressions. Watching the boat shrink into a tiny black dot, one could not help saying, "I wonder what powerful expert has entered the sea alone this time."
"To propel a boat that quickly with true essence while keeping it from breaking apart, he must be at least in the Manifestation Realm. He might even be in the Divine Martial Realm."
"Manifestation, Divine Martial... those are truly realms to aspire to!"
Some listeners also sighed in admiration.
Cultivators who could reach such heights might not be vanishingly rare, but there certainly were not many of them.
In the past, the appearance of an expert like that would also draw considerable attention.
Meanwhile.
Qin Shujian had already steered his little boat completely beyond the docks.