Chapter 907: Chapter 48: Pulling Strings Everywhere, One Year Later, Top-level Dharma Body Achieved!
Zhao Xing’s clone arrived at the Bishui Daoist School.
The [Biyou Canghai] of the Bishui Daoist School can serve as a means for rapid travel.
At this time, Qin Hongying is not present, and under the orders of Princess You Ruo, the experts of the Bishui Daoist School have mobilized on a large scale, joining the defense against the Water Clan’s sea line.
Of the seven major island chains near the East Sea, three remain unbreached, primarily due to Princess You Ruo’s influence.
He was met by Wen Ji, a Beast Tamer of the Primordial Soul Realm, who looked somewhat fatigued: "The route of Biyou Canghai to Datong Prefecture opens at midnight, Chen An, you’ll need to wait two more hours."
"Thank you, Mr. Wen," Zhao Xing said. "I wonder if you’ve seen Mr. Zhai?"
Wen Ji and Zhai Zhong, these two heads of the Beast Taming Department, had been acquainted for some time, and Zhao Xing had learned much about beast taming from them.
Wen Ji sighed and said, "Zhai Zhong has already betrayed us and left the Bishui Daoist School."
"What?" Zhao Xing was taken aback. This head of the Beast Taming Department had defected?
He couldn’t help but recall the tumultuous times during the East Sea unrest, when islands were constantly being attacked.
There were rumors that Zhai Zhong had been seen, and at the time, Zhao Xing thought it was a clone split from the Bishui Sect Daoist, impersonating Zhai Zhong.
Now, it seems that the rumors were indeed true.
"Zhai Zhong..." Zhao Xing couldn’t help but remember the cheerful demeanor of that Beast Tamer, who was always approachable.
Back then, Zhao Xing was just a Sixth-Rank Official, while Zhai Zhong was a Fourth-Rank head, yet he was unpretentious.
Who would have thought this person would defect? Perhaps he had pledged allegiance to Prince Liang long ago.
"Ten years have passed, and how things have changed," Zhao Xing sighed inwardly.
Seeing Wen Ji not in the mood to talk more, Zhao Xing decided not to continue the conversation and followed Wen Ji to wait by a circular lake.
The lake had a radius of five kilometers, already a vast expanse.
The water moved without wind, often forming waves three to four meters high.
It resembled a turbulent sea more than a lake.
Above the lake, clouds hung permanently without dispersing.
Zhao Xing had only just arrived when an illusory scene appeared above the lake.
A reflection of an ancient city appeared, with its buildings clearly visible: majestic palaces, towering pavilions, bustling markets, even the street vendors and merchants could be seen.
Seeing Zhao Xing’s strange expression, Wen Ji explained: "This is a Mirage, reflecting the next teleportation point."
"Biyou Canghai can only be used within the Pinghai State, as it was originally part of the Canghai region."
"But over thousands of years, the veins of Canghai have shifted, and the effects of Biyou Canghai have also weakened."
"In the Grand Ancestor’s time, you wouldn’t even need to wait, you could instantly appear within the range of Datong Prefecture."
"Look, the tide is coming in, and people are arriving, let’s step back a bit."
Wen Ji pulled Zhao Xing back.
Zhao Xing seemed a bit dazed.
In his past life, he had only used Biyou Canghai’s function three times.
Because the privilege was quite difficult to obtain.
Each time, it required a significant amount of money.
And there was also the sensation of drowning; if not urgently needed, Mr. Zhao was reluctant to use this method of teleportation.
"Splash~"
Suddenly, a wave twenty to thirty meters high surged up from the sea.
Then it quickly collapsed downward.
The waves reversed, and a small boat appeared intermittently, as if someone was surfing.
Suddenly—
"Swish!"
With the reversal of the waves, the sea vessel was thrown out.
The sea water dropped heavily.
The seawater in the teleportation area flipped over like turning over.
Zhao Xing watched this scene, seeming to have an insight.
He keenly noticed that a part of the seawater was no longer the original seawater.
In a very brief moment, a portion of seawater with a different composition appeared abruptly, replacing the original seawater.
Just in that moment, the seawater tangled and vibrated.
The teleportation was complete.
Bringing the seawater from a distant place along with people and objects to here.
"Ugh~"
From the small boat thrown out, thirteen Sixth Grade Heavenly Gang Realm figures, and two of the Pure Essence of Fifth Grade, stepped out.
The thirteen from the Heavenly Gang Realm, upon disembarking the boat, all clutched their stomachs, dry heaving.
The two from the Pure Essence Realm were slightly better off, but they still shook their heads, visibly struggling to breathe.
"For those of the sixth grade passing through Biyou Canghai, symptoms will subside after three days, but it usually takes a month or so for the drowning sensation to completely disappear."
"Fifth grade is slightly better; after resting for a day, they can engage in combat, with minimal impact. Within three to five days, they can completely dispel this effect," Wen Ji explained.
"Of course, it also depends on the range. If teleported to the westernmost salt lake, spanning the entire Pinghai State, the level of difficulty is significantly more severe."
"If it’s the life soul of the third grade, it can completely disregard this cost."
"Chen An, if you have urgent business in Datong Prefecture, it’s best if it’s non-combat official matters," Wen Ji advised. "Otherwise, there will still be some impact."
Zhao Xing nodded: "Thank you for the reminder."
The effect of the drowning sensation is no small matter.
Suppose he encountered a life-and-death battle immediately upon arriving; even a minor influence could expose a flaw to the opponent.
Of course, Wen Ji wasn’t aware that his life soul had already reached the third grade, and there was no need for him to flaunt it.
"Toot~"
The conch at Wen Ji’s waist suddenly emitted a short sound.
A stream of water attached to Wen Ji’s palm, and the droplets oscillated with a unique rhythm.
Zhao Xing glanced at it; this was the confidential communication method within the Bishui Daoist School.
Dozens of water drops lightly tapped on Wen Ji’s palm and back of his hand, instantly conveying complex information.
Wen Ji did not avoid it, for Zhao Xing was the Doctor of Governance at the Bishui Daoist School, one of their own.