White clouds drifted lazily, blue waves rippled, the sea breeze blew warm, and birds beat their wings.
The Bamboo Boat drifted across the sea. Zhao Yi and Wang Qing were quite relaxed. Half a year had passed since they entered the outer sea, and Guiwu had fought more than a dozen battles during that time, almost always suffering fresh wounds before the old ones healed. But the gains had been enormous. Not only had Guiwu fully converted his cultivation into actual strength, their spoils were piled high: demon beast cores, materials from their bodies, and even a considerable haul of assorted ores!
They had also obtained plenty of rare spirit medicines unique to the seabed, some of which had already ended up in Zhao Yi's and Wang Qing's stomachs!
How could quiet cultivation yield gains as enormous as demon hunting? Zhao Yi was even considering whether to establish a dedicated Demon-Hunting Corps to hunt along the fringes of the outer sea! Most islands in the Yunsha Sea Region had their own Demon-Hunting Ships. In their half year here, Zhao Yi and Wang Qing had already seen quite a few, and Wang Qing even recognized some of the cultivators aboard them!
Linghua Island had yet to establish a Demon-Hunting Corps, not because Zhao Yi and the others feared the risks, but because they simply lacked the manpower! Even with both generations of disciples on the entire island combined, they could barely support a single Demon-Hunting Corps! Still, once they returned, he could mention it to Liu Yu. Recruiting rogue cultivators to form a Demon-Hunting Corps with Linghua Island's disciples as its backbone was certainly an option!
"Roar!"
Guiwu had sent a signal: a demon beast ahead!
The two immediately became alert. Though Guiwu was now quite strong and ordinary demon beasts