"Did you sell the Flying Shuttle to the Evil Path?"

In the East Yard of the Mo Family's Divine Strategy Institute, my cousin's voice rose by eight degrees before he immediately covered his mouth, then looked at our Sixth Uncle in shock.

These days he has been busy with the modification of the Flying Shuttle. Saying it's a modification is actually just magnifying the Flying Shuttle dozens of times.

Considering the parking issues, it was changed into the shape of a large yacht on the original basis, so it could be placed freely on both land and water.

After sketching out the general outline, a blueprint named "Celestial Wave Crossing" was directly thrown to the Celestial Craft Department's clan members, letting them be responsible for perfecting and crafting it.

The more critical part needs him to personally handle. Firstly, how to maintain balance and stability for such a huge hull to fly in the sky.

Secondly, the issue of Spirit Stone supply. For such a large vessel, the mechanisms converting spiritual power on the Flying Shuttle could not be used, so a new set of exclusive mechanisms had to be set up.

Just as he was lying on the desk drawing, Mo Xingzhi excitedly came over, saying he had made another big trade.

This shows that our Sixth Uncle indeed likes doing business, unlike Mo Family's Mechanical Techniques and cultivation, which he doesn't seem to care about.

However, what Mo Xingzhi said afterward almost scared him out of his wits.

He actually resold the Flying Shuttle to the Evil Path side, which could either be a big deal or not, depending on whether someone pursues it or not.

If someone uses it against you, labeling you as conspiring with the Evil Path, the Mo Family's reputation would be at stake, not to mention if Unparalleled Tower hears about it, they're likely to laugh their heads off.

If his own father finds out, Uncle might be dragged away to be punished according to family law.

"Ah, it's fine, I didn't hide this, even my big brother knows."

Mo Xingzhi waved his hand nonchalantly and said indifferently.

He then explained.

Although this batch of Flying Shuttles is indeed great for commuting, the experience is still too poor. Just one trip makes you uncomfortable for the whole day. At the time, Mo Xingzhi impulsively ordered a batch from the Celestial Craft Department.

The potential business and future structure were foreseeable, but subsequent cooperation with the Imperial Court disrupted the Flying Shuttle plans.

If Celestial Wave Crossing comes into play, the drawbacks of the Flying Shuttle are magnified greatly. Given the choice between the wind-battered Flying Shuttle or comfortably staying in a cabin, the choice is obvious.

The Flying Shuttle would eventually be eliminated; Mo Xingzhi foresaw this and planned to harvest some profits before Celestial Wave Crossing emerged.

Excluding the Nine Great Sects as they're familiar faces, targeting those small sects below seemed inconvenient.

Finally, the patsies were decided to be those in the Evil Path.

His cousin twitched his mouth, casting a sidelong glance at him.

"Sixth Uncle, aren't you afraid of being targeted by the Evil Path when you go out?"

Mo Xingzhi grinned, speaking quietly.

"I didn't personally do it. Isn't this a collaboration with the Imperial Court! I let them find someone to do it for me, giving away twenty percent of the profit, and they sold it at five times the price."

His cousin was taken aback by this, stunned.

Which fools are falling for this...

——

"How's my Flying Shuttle?"

Yan Bing controlled the Flying Shuttle, looking back at the people behind him, enjoying the looks on their faces like they had never seen the world.

It made him feel very pleased.

The only flaw was the two extra people at the back, the Flower Monk and an exotic man in his thirties, with delicate features, a cinnabar mole on his forehead, dressed as a monk, with even six burn marks on his smooth head.

He was not a stranger. The cultivation methods of their sects were similar, and they were both located in the same State Prefecture, making interaction unavoidable.

Yankong, the senior brother of Flower Burial Valley.

Yan Bing, the senior brother of Hehuan Sect.

Over the years, whenever the two were mentioned, comparisons naturally arose, making them compare themselves with each other over time.

So whenever they met, they often clashed.

If not for Liu Yaoyao insisting that among the four people opposite them there were two strong ones, Yan Bing would have no interest in bringing them along.

Earlier, rather than asking everyone, it was actually just to show off in front of Yankong.

The four were buffeted by wind, with the Flying Shuttle speeding through high air, its speed reaching the limit.

The Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao turned pale after the initial novelty within just a half hourglass of time.

Within this short time, Yan Bing accelerated three times already. The first two times were manageable, not vastly surpassing the speed of Divine Gaze cultivators.

But when Yan Bing pushed the lever to its end, the terrifying force pushed back instantly. It felt like something was propelling you forward.

Liu Yaoyao felt this more intensely than the two bald-headed ones, feeling as if her body was flying ahead while her scalp lagged behind.

As a cultivator in the Divine Gaze Realm, when had she ever experienced such terrifying speed? She even had the urge to jump out of the Flying Shuttle several times.

This thing couldn't give her a slightest sense of security; it was far safer to fly by her own means.

Though it was slower, at least she didn't have to suffer this torment.

It's just that she could wait, but Yan Bing couldn't wait, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought out his newly acquired treasure.

About half a two-hour later, Yan Bing's face had also turned somewhat pale, not to mention Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao, whose faces had long turned ghostly pale, nearly lifeless.

Originally planning to slow down a bit, Yan Bing caught a glimpse of Yankong winking at him.

Bastard, even for this, he had to compete.

Yan Bing gritted his teeth, and the handle he was about to pull down was released again.

Yankong's face instantly turned livid, his entire face contorted by the violent wind, anger already boiling in his heart.

This fool, can't he understand my signal to slow down? If he wants to compete over such things, then fine, nobody say anything, just endure...

No wonder Mo Xingzhi dared to offer five times the price. The Sect that Liu Yaoyao took half a day to return to, they reached in less than a two-hour.

One mile outside of State City, Yan Bing, with a pale face, slowly brought the Flying Shuttle down.

In front was the State City. It's not suitable for the Flying Shuttle to go any further; he's no official person, making a big fuss wouldn't be good.

When their feet were back on solid ground, a sense of stability surged up from within.

This Flying Shuttle, all said and done, was worth its money; such speed was simply terrifying, even intimidating for a cultivator at the Divine Gaze Great Perfection like him.

Yankong's gaze showed a bit of haze, having endured the wind all the way, he now felt his internal organs swelling with discomfort.

Liu Yaoyao and Flower Monk tumbled from the Flying Shuttle. Such prolonged extreme flying was indescribably torturous for their minds and spirits.

They both lamented incessantly in their hearts, further vowing never to ride such a contraption again in their lives.

Who on earth designed this outrageously horrible contraption? Simply detestable!

——

"Thank you all for your care this time. If you pass by Linlang Mansion someday, feel free to visit me. I'll treat everyone to a drink."

Huangfu Liang solemnly clasped his hands in greeting to everyone, then patted his Big Gourd and laughed aloud.

Once in the city, they first found a place for a brief rest, as You Li and the others were already planning to leave first.

At this point, Ou Mingdong also stood up, bowed to everyone in thanks, and said.

"Fate brought us together. If you pass by the Unparalleled Tower area, don't forget to visit me."

You Li got up nonchalantly, stretched lazily, and simply waved her hand without any words.

"Off we go!"

She took two steps and suddenly stopped, turning back to look at Han Yu and said.

"If you have the time, you can go with the ordinary folks to the eastern coast of Nanling Prefecture, at Lanxi Fishing Village, to find me."

Han Yu scratched his head, nodded after making sure he remembered.

"When I meet them, I'll go if I have the chance."

What had been a somewhat lively table instantly became just Han Yu's, leaving the room suddenly quiet.

After making sure there was no one else around, Han Yu closed the inn room door, finally having the time to try working within his Sea of Consciousness.

"What should I do?"

Han Yu spoke to the Glass inside his Sea of Consciousness.

"Hold the stone, then say something to the bottle, let it help you move the stone into the Sea of Consciousness, just like when you absorbed someone else's Fire Divine Power before."

Glass gestured with its hands, pointing at the bottle.

Han Yu listened, took the stone in one hand, then communicated with the bottle inside the Sea of Consciousness.

The once silent Glazed Bottle suddenly turned upside down, Han Yu's hand suddenly felt light, blinking, he saw that Dragon Blood Stone had disappeared from his hand. Looking again into the Sea of Consciousness, beside the bottle, under the body of Glass, the stone had become its bed, where it lay comfortably.

...

The Sea of Consciousness seemed to be getting messier!

A bottle, an Artifact Spirit, and now a stone.

"If you're willing, you can put other stuff in too."

Glass stretched out its hands comfortably, the stone providing it an extremely comfy bed.

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