Seeing Cultivator Luo beckon him aboard, Qin Ming scrutinized the black wreck of a ship once more and hesitantly asked, "Fellow Daoist Luo, are you sure this ship can get people to the Southern Wasteland?"
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Qin! This ship is famously fast around here!"
"The Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm you're headed to shouldn't be a problem," Cultivator Luo explained warmly.
"It's not famously fast at sinking, is it?" Qin Ming curled his lip, barely able to hold it together anymore. "Are there no other ships?"
Just then.
"Hey! What are you dawdling for?! Are you getting on or not?"
"If you don't get aboard now, I'm leaving!"
"Ptooey!"
Standing at the bow, the ship captain bellowed toward the island, then spat a glob of thick phlegm into the sea.
Seeing this, the Luo Family members hurriedly replied, "Senior Shi, we're taking the ship! We'll be right there!"
Then Cultivator Luo urged Qin Ming, "Senior Lu, hurry aboard. This is the only ship leaving Little Turtle Island."
Qin Ming: "..."
With things as they were, Qin Ming could only board the ship with the others, half-believing and half-doubting.
Once aboard, Qin Ming was startled to discover that every crew member on this vessel looked vicious and menacing, steeped in bloody Killing Intent.
What surprised him even more was that quite a few of the crew were not Human Race Cultivators.
Each had the head of a sea beast, while their lower bodies were no different from those of humans, with gills growing along both sides of their necks.
There were even quite a few skeletal ghosts laboring aboard the ship.
These strange and bizarre crew members were all around the second rank in cultivation.
The cultivator passengers aboard, however, clearly found this unremarkable and were long accustomed to