Chapter 1595: Chapter 1595: The Return Journey
The group spent twelve days collecting crystal coral, gathering nearly over nine thousand pieces. In the last two days, the collection rate noticeably declined, barely reaching a hundred.
As for the Stone Hornfish eggs, there were about one hundred and ninety pieces, not even reaching two hundred.
So people kept so crystal coral and fish eggs for themselves, not planning to trade them all.
The hunting team didn’t mind, and took a twenty percent cut as usual.
This is also the norm in the Endless Sea; unless the task specifies the importance of the items, others are entitled to keep so as well.
In fact, most cultivators still went hunting.
Although this place is deep within the Endless Sea, due to the presence of reefs near the surface, there are still quite a few spirit beasts, though the number of true wild beasts isn’t particularly high.
Of course, the resources here are quite abundant, and occasionally, Golden Core demon beasts would co to feast. In these twelve days, two Golden Core demon beasts appeared.
The first demon beast was an octopus, with a body size of one square kiloter. It was severely injured by the warship, and Master Chang led the hunting team to pursue it for nearly ten thousand miles before finally killing it.
The second demon beast was the Cyan Dragon Flood. This creature had vast divine skills, and despite being severely injured and fleeing, it still managed to kill and injure many people.
Due to fearing that this guy might go for reinforcents, the hunting team gathered everyone on the thirteenth day to head back.
This plan didn’t differ much from their original one. They initially intended to stay here for fifteen days, but by the twelfth day, there weren’t many more crystal corals or Stone Hornfish eggs to collect. If the Cyan Dragon Flood hadn’t appeared, the remaining three days would primarily be spent hunting.
Feng Jun was also quite pleased with this outco. He wasn’t here to hunt but to familiarize himself with the area, and returning now gave him just enough ti to find the Yin Spirit Bigwig.
During these twelve days, he still acted as he pleased, gathered two pieces of crystal coral, and realized that picking corals was too ti-consuming and Stone Hornfish were hard to find, so he went hunting alone, with quite substantial gains.
The three Qi-Refining practitioners provided him with information twice, and they were all happy with the results as they felt that Feng Jun was fair-minded, even giving him so crystal coral and Stone Hornfish eggs.
Feng Jun found no use for these but was interested in their mysteries—he couldn’t submit them as he didn’t lack that few spirit stones.
Compared to the risks of coming here, the return journey was quite peaceful, and after traveling for two days, the warship slowed down again and occasionally stopped for a round of hunting.
This approach led them to encounter the third Golden Core demon beast, a Mystic Turtle.
At the ti, the hunting team was hunting thirty-so wild sea turtles, and as there were enough prey, even loose cultivators who bought tickets to board were allowed to join—just not permitted to attack the sa prey.
This was a kind of tacit agreent; strict discipline was essential when heading out due to the well-known dangers of the Endless Sea, and those going out were under considerable psychological pressure. The main party collecting a twenty percent share of the prey was not only a matter of interest but also an assertion of managent authority.
In brief, the operations when going out to sea were all based on the premise that no chaos ensues.
But returning didn’t require such strictness; those lost were lost, and those alive were returning, usually in a much lighter mood. So small fights amidst joy would make a perfect sea journey.
If strict discipline was enforced at this ti, the warship might barely land before soone would co knocking—not all ticket-holding cultivators lacked backers.
Since the situation was quite successful, why create unpleasantness?
The appearance of the Mystic Turtle was forewarned by the warship, initiating an attack focused on the Golden Core Great Demon, and Master Chang joined in—such demon beasts were easier to handle, as long as you were sufficiently cautious, even injuries would be minor.
Feng Jun also joined the fray, planning to cooperate with teammates; in previous battles against demon beasts, he only gave warnings without joining in.
But Master Chang sent a divine sense ssage, “You handle warnings and predictions.”
Feng Jun was not agreeable to this, “I’ve done plenty of predictions for you guys, yet I never got a share of the prey!”
Objectively speaking, while predictions are about ensuring his own safety, others have also benefited, haven’t they?
If he were a loose cultivator who bought a ticket to board, his predictions could compensate for the fare and commission. No matter how it’s calculated, his contributions far exceed his earnings.
Regarding the hunting team possibly wanting him to obtain so prey, he expressed his willingness to hunt it himself, without claiming others’ gains.
Now, if he’s not claiming others’ gains, and yet he’s being denied participation in hunting to earn his rightful share, is it appropriate?
Master Chang answered without hesitation, “Consider you a share from a wild sea turtle; if I slay the Mystic Turtle, I’ll give you a foreleg.”
Given these terms, Feng Jun could only stay on the warship and keep watch for everyone vigilantly.
In the end, Master Chang indeed killed the Mystic Turtle.
So the wild beast tortoise promised to Feng Jun was gone, but he obtained a demon beast’s front leg.
The battle lasted a full eight hours, and afterwards everyone was exhausted. Even Master Chang was slightly injured and went back to the cabin to recover. No one was willing to continue hunting anymore.
Thus, the warship sailed at full speed. It encountered a storm midway, but Feng Jun calculated that there was nothing alarming about it, so the warship didn’t detour and flew straight to Blood Mist Island in four days.
As usual, the warship stayed at Blood Mist Island for half a day. This ti, most people disembarked—because selling their spoils here was more profitable, and so gains were hard to deal with if taken back ho.
Moreover, when going to sea, no one carried too many Spirit Stones—what if they died out there? Now that they’re back, exchanging so Spirit Stones allows for settling accounts among comrades, between hunting teams and loose cultivators.
Feng Jun also disembarked. He had two things to do: one was to find soone to help him process the Blue Light Jellyfish—he knew it was delicious, but he couldn’t process it himself and remove the toxin, which needed to be done when fresh.
If he took the Blue Light Jellyfish back, although things in the storage bag wouldn’t rot, keeping it too long was never good.
Most importantly, he wanted to buy a directional compass to mark the coordinates of where the Big Boss hid his treasures, making it much more convenient next ti.
The compasses here were much more expensive than those at Jumu Market Town, twenty thousand spirits each, but nearly everyone insisted that the ones sold here were better and more precise—the ones bought here were for going out to sea and risking life; inferior compasses simply didn’t sell.
Feng Jun bought two compasses. Despite his wealth, he felt a bit of a sting—the price matched the Ning Family’s guesthouse in a small courtyard.
The Blue Light Jellyfish processing went smoothly; after inquiring, he found the largest processing point on the island.
Their charge wasn’t low, costing him a thousand Spirit Stones. Over a dozen people worked on it, and in less than three hours, they finished the processing, finally bringing out so prepared potion, saying the Blue Light Jellyfish should be soaked in it for half a day before eating.
Feng Jun was quite interested in the potion. After so deduction, he analyzed its components. Likely there were so thods involved in the making, but since he didn’t plan to go into this line of work, there was no need to ponder much.
As for their high charge? Perforrs do earn this kind of money, after all. As long as the service is good, it’s fine.
After finishing these tasks, he wandered around casually and found everything expensive—in fact, he was really not used to spending money on these.
When he returned to the warship, there were two hours left until the half-day was over.
However, less than five minutes after entering the warship, soone outside called loudly, “ng Xiaotian of the Hunting Alliance requests to see the person in charge.”
The persons in charge were indeed on the warship. Having been here many tis, they were no longer curious. If they wanted to buy or sell so goods, others would handle it, while overseeing the safety of the warship was paramount.
Could soone be targeting the warship around Blood Mist Island? Indeed, there was such a possibility, as the Endless Sea was full of desperadoes. Master Ma had even dared to rob a master from the Qinggang Sect in the past.
The probability of making a move here is far greater than that of ordinary cultivators acting in the Fang Market.
The hunting team wasn’t overseen by Di Shangren but by a superior of the eighth level, nad Lan Mountain.
Lan Mountain recognized ng Xiaotian, talked to him briefly outside, then turned to Feng Jun, “Is there a grudge between you and Master ng?”
“Not exactly a grudge,” Feng Jun replied casually, “He wanted to recruit for the Hunting Alliance’s sea expeditions, but I don’t like dealing with big powers, so I declined. Then the next day, I t Di Shangren.”
Hearing this, Di Shangren was a bit stupefied, “You declined the Hunting Alliance’s recruitnt?”
Feng Jun looked at him with a peculiar expression, “This sort of thing… shouldn’t it be mutual consent?”
“You really…” Di Shangren was at a loss. The area around the Endless Sea was considered a chaotic place. The Hunting Alliance was the largest active societal organization here, exerting more influence than even the Four Sects and Wutai combined.
The Hunting Alliance generally wouldn’t provoke the Four Sects and Wutai, and they seed uninterested in ruling here anyway. They considered order better than chaos and tacitly allowed the Hunting Alliance’s existence.
Di Shangren truly didn’t know what to say—that was the Hunting Alliance, and you talk about “mutual consent” with them?
To be honest, their hunting team was organized by several Golden Core families and still had to mind the Hunting Alliance around the Endless Sea—not necessarily because they couldn’t win, but because the Alliance had interests here.
If they left this area, the influence of the few Golden Cores from the Hunting Alliance was just so-so—they might even have to endure being snubbed because getting help from the Alliance was hard—was a place without core interests worth taking seriously?
Right then, Lan Mountain’s divine sense transmitted over, “ng Xiaotian wants to take this person away. He’s soone you recruited… Do you want to protect him?”
Di Shangren rembered Feng Jun refusing to team up with the hunting team and also refusing to sell the Gemini Fruit to him, saying, “You should ask the Master, but my opinion is, don’t consider my face. I just casually recruited him.”
Lan Mountain entered the cabin where Master Chang was in seclusion, consulting about this matter, and stated, “The Hunting Alliance also has a warship not far away, and according to ng Xiaotian, there’s a Golden Core Ancestor there too… May I ask the Master how this matter should be handled?”
Master Chang chuckled bitterly, then shook his head, “We don’t owe him anything… bringing him back to the mainland is enough.”
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