What's It to You?
Lu Feng reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and catching her securely.
Her slender, supple waist leaned lightly against his arm, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from her hair.
"Senior sister, are you alright?" Lu Feng asked in a low voice.
"Fine!"
Su Ying seemed to have been burned, and she suddenly broke free from his embrace, her face turning red to her ears.
She turned around quickly, pretending to reach for the gunwale, her voice trembling.
"This Wind-Breaking Boat, it didn't even warn us before starting..."
Lu Feng also withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly.
He coughed lightly, steer the conversation away from the main topic:
"This Wind-Breaking Boat truly lives up to its reputation as a top-grade Spirit Artifact; its speed is astonishing. We can barely see the surrounding scenery anymore."
"It is fast."
Su Ying quickly recovered and followed up on his words.
"But do you know how many Origin Crystal it burns in a day?"
"You still need Origin Crystal? And that thing is a consumable?"
"Nonsense."
Su Ying glanced at him sideways, then reverted to her usual spoiled young lady demeanor.
"The Wind-Breaking Boat burns through one hundred High-Grade Origin Crystal a day when flying at full speed."
"One hundred High-Grade Origin Crystal?" Lu Feng frowned.
"Origin Crystal are divided into high-grade and low-grade?"
Su Ying sighed, as if looking at a freshman who knew nothing:
"You really don't know anything. Origin Crystal are divided into four grades: low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and top-grade."
One hundred Low-Grade Origin Crystal can be exchanged for one mid-grade crystal, one hundred mid-grade crystals for one high-grade crystal, and one hundred high-grade crystals for one top-grade crystal.
"So, one hundred High-Grade Origin Crystal are equal to one million Low-Grade Origin Crystal?" Lu Feng quickly did the math.
Su Ying nodded.
Lu Feng fell silent.
One million a day.
Three days is three million Low-Grade Origin Crystal.
The 550,000 Origin Crystal he carried could only burn for half a day on this ship.
He now truly understood why the Demon-Slaying Bureau Division headquarters, despite being incredibly wealthy, rarely used the Wind-Breaking Boat readily.
Every moment this thing flies, it burns through money.
"Now you know why so few people use flying boats, right?" Su Ying gave him a knowing look.
"It's not that we can't afford to buy it, it's that we can't afford to raise it."
Lu Feng nodded.
He certainly learned a lot.
Before this, he thought he was already a wealthy man, but now he realizes that in the real upper class, even just a means of transportation is enough for him to rediscover what true wealth is.
The two stood side by side at the edge of the ship and watched for a while.
Lu Feng's gaze inadvertently swept towards the stern of the ship, and he happened to meet a short and slender figure not far away.
Lu Shuang stood at one corner of the stern, her hands resting on the gunwale, her chin slightly raised, looking in this direction.
Seeing Lu Feng turn his head, she turned her face away almost instantly and began talking to her fellow disciples as if nothing had happened.
Lu Feng didn't pay much attention and looked away, continuing to enjoy the breeze.
Su Ying suddenly leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said in a slightly mischievous tone:
"You really don't know Lu Shuang well?"
"We're not that close. We only fought once in the ring," Lu Feng said.
"Then why does she keep staring at you?"
Su Ying's gaze swept towards the stern of the ship like a knife, while Lu Shuang had her back to them.
"No way, Senior Sister is overthinking it." Lu Feng chuckled.
"Isn't he talking to his fellow disciple? Look."
Su Ying snorted and said no more.
"Never mind, I'm going back to my room."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the ship's deck, her steps light and quick, her ears still tinged with a faint pink hue.
Lu Feng stood on the deck for a while longer.
The giant ship cleaved through the clouds in the sky, leaving two snow-white trails of water on either side of the ship's sides.
After a moment of curiosity, the disciples gradually returned to their rooms.
When Lu Feng returned to his room, Su Ying was already sitting on the soft couch by the window with her back to the door, resting with her eyes closed.
The room was small, with a low bed, a wooden table, and a lamp embedded in the wall.
Lu Feng gently closed the door, not wanting to disturb her, and sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the bed, slowly circulating his internal energy.
He planned to spend these three days consolidating his Early Grandmaster level and familiarizing himself with the circulation of True Essence.
At the stern, Lu Shuang only withdrew her gaze, which she had been keeping out of the corner of her eye, after Lu Feng had completely left the deck.
She had just turned around when a gentle yet teasing voice rang out from beside her.
"Junior Sister Lu, what are you looking at?"
Zhao Changgeng appeared behind her at some point, his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face as always.
"What's it to you!"
Lu Shuang didn't even lift her eyelids, her voice icy cold.
Zhao Changgeng was not angry.
"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to congratulate you on breaking through to the Mid-Stage Grandmaster. At this rate, you'll catch up to me in no time."
"Ill!"
Lu Shuang uttered two words and led several fellow disciples straight back to her room.
Zhao Changgeng remained standing in the same spot, his smile unchanged.
Only after the door was completely closed did his hands, which were behind his back, gradually tighten.
"You bitch!"
His lips barely moved, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.
"If I didn't need you to activate my Sword Physique, would I be so humble and eager to please you?"
He looked up towards Lu Shuang's room, his eyes cold.
"Once the Sword Physique fully formed, I'll make you pay."
A moment later, as if remembering something, he turned his gaze to the direction where Lu Feng and Su Ying had left.
"She seems to have some interest in that Lu Feng."
Zhao Changgeng murmured, his brows gradually furrowing.
"Lu Feng is also a sword cultivator... Could it be that she intends to use him to replace me?"
"No matter who it is, anyone who dares to block my way must die."
After speaking, he resumed his gentle and refined demeanor, straightened his clothes, and turned to go back to his room.
For the next three days, everyone stayed in their rooms to cultivate. Occasionally, someone would go up to the deck for some fresh air, but they would quickly return.
The Wind-Breaking Boat was flying too high; all that could be seen outside the window was a vast sea of clouds.
With the big battle imminent, everyone is making the most of the last moments to get into shape.
For the first time ever, Su Ying didn't engage Lu Feng in idle chatter.
She didn't know if it was Lu Feng's breakthrough to the Grandmaster that spurred her on, or if the impending departure for the Yongzhou battlefield had given her a greater sense of urgency.
In short, she had been cultivating with her eyes closed for the past three days, and even her meals consisted of just a few Fasting Pill.
Lu Feng, on the other hand, devoted all his time to adapting to the True Essence.
He repeatedly activated the Cold Plum Jin, the Immeasurable Golden Body Art, and the Phantom Steps, pondering the subtle differences between True Essence and Nei Jin.
He repeatedly replayed his matches with Lu Shuang, Jiang Han, and others in his mind, dissecting and re-analyzing every flaw and every change in their moves.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Lu Feng sensed that the speed of the Wind-Breaking Boat had slowed down significantly.
When he opened his eyes, Su Ying also woke up at the same time. The two looked at each other and got up at the same time.
"It seems we've arrived in Yongzhou."
"Let's go out and take a look."
The two left the room and went onto the deck.
The deck was now full of people, and disciples from various departments had come out of their rooms.