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The Eastern District of the Supreme Darkness Abyss.

After crossing the Starry Sea Pier was the famous Su River. This river, which looked like purplish-blue water, spanned almost the entire eastern region. Therefore, most cultivators in the eastern region traveled by magic treasure ships. Not only was it fast, but it was also safe.

On the deck of a ship on the river, Bai Yuying, who was wearing an embroidered pink dress, a white muslin sleeve, and purple jade beads on both sides of her hair that was tied up, had bells tied to her wrists. She stretched her arms and closed her eyes as she thought about the wind blowing on the river.

Not far from her, the melodious sound of the zither was distant and elegant, making one feel refreshed.

Shen Ping, on the other hand, was wearing a simple set of plain white robe. There were Dharma treasures embroidered with purple and black dragon patterns on his chest and waist. He was wearing cloud boots at the immortal artifact level. As he enjoyed the spiritual fruits handed over by Wang Yun and Luo Qing beside him, he admired the sound of Qiu Ying’s zither.

The right side was still filled with the fragrance of the immortal tea. It had been a long time since Shen Ping had experienced such a comfortable life of cultivation. If it weren’t for Bai Yuying’s suggestion to conceal their aura and relax as ordinary human cultivators, they would have arrived at their destination, Sujiang City.

Suddenly, the river surface rolled. Bai Yuying opened her eyes and looked at the river in the distance. She pointed ahead with her fair finger. “Husband, look, it’s a flood dragon! Wow, so many!”

Flood dragons were relatively rare for ordinary cultivators, but to them, they were nothing. However, it was still relatively rare to see dozens of flood dragons at once.

“It should be the Devil Clan’s flood dragon lineage.”

Many ships on the river surface moved out of the water. Shen Ping didn’t want to cause too much trouble. He steered the ship towards the edge of the river. The Devil Clan and the Dragon Clan were two different races. Although they quarreled endlessly for the sake of the same origin, the Dragon Clan could be considered a branch of the Devil Clan. As long as the flood dragon didn’t transform into a dragon, it belonged to the Devil Clan. Only by transforming into a true dragon could it be accepted by the Dragon Clan.

The strongest aura of the dozens of flood dragons in front of him was at the Body Integration realm. Most of the others were at the Void Refinement and Divine Transformation realm. It was a huge formation.

Bam! Bam! As the flood dragons approached, the waves they stirred up pushed most of the ships to the shore. The aura they emitted alone made many ships set up defensive arrays.

“Oh? It’s actually a human!”

When they saw Shen Ping, a few flood dragons opened their mouths and spat out a large number of water dragon waves that rushed towards the ship where Shen Ping was. Although these water dragon waves were not top-notch spell techniques, their power was not small. Even a Void Refinement Realm expert would have to resist them with all their might.

The ship’s defensive formation easily dispersed the water dragon wave. Bai Yuying said angrily, “These flood dragons of the Devil Clan are too much. We’ve already cleared the water surface, yet they still attacked us.”

Mu Jin said softly, “I’ve long heard that the cultivation environment of the humans in the Eastern District is extremely harsh. Now it seems that the rumors are true. The surrounding ships belong to other races, but our ship belongs to the humans. These flood dragons are bullying us human cultivators.”

Ying Yue, Wang Yun, Yu Yan, and the others nodded. They were not afraid of these flood dragons at all, but they did not retaliate.

Shen Ping watched indifferently and did not move. With his current strength, he really could not be bothered to argue with these flood dragons. Fortunately, these flood dragons only attacked for a while. They seemed to have something urgent and did not continue.

They drove along the Su River. Half a month later, they stopped at Maple Mountain Town. Sujiang City was not built on both sides of the Su River, it was rather far from the river bank, so they had to set off from Maple Mountain Town and pass through dozens of markets to reach it. The journey was not too far, but the middle area was relatively chaotic.

There were many cultivators from various races in Maple Mountain Town. Many independent cultivators and cultivators from their families and sects often traded here to buy resources.

“This Maple Mountain Market is much bigger than the Cloud Mountain Parlour we’ve stayed in before. There are actually three main streets alone.”

Walking on the street, Bai Yuying, Wang Yun, Luo Qing, Mu Jin, and the other women looked around. From time to time, they would go to some stalls and shops to ask questions.

“The prices of medicinal pills, Dharma artifacts, talismans, array discs, materials, and other resources are not high. The purchasing power of spirit stones here is still very strong.” Yue Lingluo scanned the area and said, “Why didn’t Fellow Daoist An Zhi build a branch here? This place is convenient for transportation and can be used as a transfer station. They can quickly contact Starry Sea Pier and contact the Western District.”

Shen Ping nodded slightly. Under normal circumstances, a transfer station should be built here. After all, although Sujiang City was a large cultivation city in the surrounding area, there should be branches in some markets.

“Slaves.” Wang Yun suddenly stared at the alley in front of her and said. Shen Ping and the others looked over and saw rows of cultivators standing there. Among them, there were the most humans, and most of them were female cultivators. They were only wearing some cloth pieces that simply covered some important parts. The rest of their skin was completely exposed.

Men were in an even worse state. They were practically half-kneeling on the ground. There were restrictions on their necks and wrists. However, judging from the fluctuations of their mana, the highest was only at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

“It’s the disciples of the Myriad Cloud Sect. I heard that their sect was destroyed some time ago. Almost all the high-level elders of the sect are dead. These low-level disciples can only become prisoners.”

“A core disciple of the Myriad Cloud Sect offended a descendant of a noble flood dragon of the Devil Clan. The group of flood dragons from before went to surround the remaining grand elder of the Myriad Cloud Sect..”