C12 (1/2)

The West Continent was considered a desolate land in this world. There was a lack of Spiritual Qi. It was the sphere of influence of the Iron Sword Sect, Heavenly Star Sect, and Fairy Spirit Valley.

Inside the library, Cheng Siqi was replenishing the knowledge that he desperately needed, as if he was in the middle of a long drought.

Under the astonished gaze of the shopkeeper and many others, Cheng Siqi stayed in the library for a full five days. Every day, the moment the storekeeper opened the door, he would be the first to enter, only coming out after closing the door. In the span of five days, Cheng Siqi had read almost all of the books in the shop. Under the astonished gazes of the others, he appeared calm and self-sufficient.

”The road is long and endless, I will look up and down for you!” Walking out of the library five days later, Cheng Siqi sighed and muttered to himself.

A year later, on the easternmost part of the Western Continent, on a tall mountain near the edge of the Stellar Sea, looking at the endless sea shrouded in clouds, Cheng Siqi muttered to himself, ”That should be the Western Xuan Region right!? I wonder how Father and Li Yuan are going to be. Grandfather and Grandfather Nan are still fine, right?! ”

Cheng Siqi knew that he still couldn't cross this boundless sea. From the information he had, this sea area had countless aquatic beasts. Moreover, there would also be monstrous sea winds from time to time. The situation was extremely terrible. If one wanted to cross this sea, one must take the big ferry, otherwise, one will be buried in the sea. The big ferry was in the hands of Iron Sword Sect and the other three forces, and this big ferry was not an ordinary fishing boat. It was said that it had reached the level of a spirit treasure, and only this type of ferry could withstand the attacks of the Stellar less Sea's wind waves and sea beasts. It was said that the price to get on this type of ship was astonishing, and one had to get a quota.

After determining the direction, Cheng Siqi rushed towards Xi Yang City.

Xi Yang City, a large city near the Stellar Sea on the Western Yuan Continent. On the Western Yuan Continent, all the people of the Western Xuan Region were gathered at the place where the ferry was sent to the Western Xuan Region.

As he approached Xi Yang City, Cheng Siqi was dumbfounded. This city was so big that it exceeded the knowledge of both his lives. Upon entering the city, he saw a bustling crowd and countless shops.

As usual, he first entered the pharmacy and sold all of the herbs for 20 gold coins. Cheng Siqi was already used to it since the herbs were getting cheaper and cheaper along the way.

After arriving at a secluded corner, a moment later, Cheng Siqi, dressed in a beggar outfit, squeezed into the crowd.

Relying on his age and cleverness, Cheng Siqi soon got mixed up with the two beggars.

The two of them, one in his sixties and the other in his twenties, were not natives, but they had already been in Xiyang City for a long time, especially the old beggar Xu Gengfa, who had stayed there for nearly thirty years. The martial marshal, the martial king, had once dreamed of going to the Western Xuan Region, but now that they were here, they knew how difficult it was to go there.

At the same time, he also got a general idea of the problems he was most concerned about. The Great ferryboat would only be dispatched once every twenty years, and it would take at least three years to cross the Stellar Sea to the Da Xi Xuan Region. Each time, there would only be five hundred placings, and there would only be less than twenty placings for the outside world.

There was only one way to obtain these 20 slots: submit an application to the West Sun City or the West Yuan City Lord's Mansion. Only after the application is approved can the participants participate in the auction.

However, because of the number of experts in the Western Xuan Region, very few people would participate in the auction. Even if there were, they were experts among rogue cultivators.

”Seems like I can only cultivate with my feet on the ground!” Cheng Siqi thought to himself.

Perhaps it was because during this year, Cheng Siqi had been busy running away and training less. Her cultivation was only at the level of Martial General Level 8, which was already very shocking for a teenager who was no older than fourteen. However, Cheng Siqi herself was clearly very unsatisfied.

Thinking of the problem of cultivation, Cheng Siqi hesitated. He didn't know what to choose.

Joining a local sect would allow him to obtain some cultivation resources. This was definitely something normal people would choose, but Cheng Siqi was a little worried. The local sects were the outer forces of several big forces like Iron Sword Sect.

After hesitating for a few days, Cheng Siqi still felt that, just to be safe, he should cultivate by himself.

After greeting the old beggar, Cheng Siqi left.

In the past half month, Cheng Siqi had already roughly checked out the situation in Xi Yang City. He found a quiet place and put on a wide gray robe and a large felt hat that he had prepared beforehand.

A short while later, at the entrance of a shop called the ”Amazing News Pavilion”, a short and thin old man wearing a large felt hat walked in.

”Are you here to buy books?”

Inside the shop, a waiter wearing a formal suit came up and asked.