Chapter 213: The Wild Sky Sea (2/2)

Mo Wuji hurriedly controlled the flying ship fragment below his feet and rushed over. In less than ten minutes, the ship had appeared within sight. On the deck of the ship, there were several sailors struggling to keep the ship in control.

Dumping the fragment into his storage ring, Mo Wuji directly threw himself into the water and cried for help.

The few sailors seemed to hear Mo Wuji’s cries, but their eyes only swept passed Mo Wuji, clearly not showing any intention of extending any help.

Mo Wuji was speechless, he could only drag himself to the side on the ship and climbed up onto it.

”You…” One of the sailors who was controlling the mast acted as though he had seen a ghost, directly dropping the ropes in his hand as his eyes were glued onto Mo Wuji. He had clearly seen Mo Wuji flailing in the tumultuous waves, how did this fella appear on the ship in the blink of an eye?

From his perspective, Mo Wuji’s ship must have been destroyed by the strong waves, which was how he ended up in the see. To a sailor like him, who was always out in the decks controlling the mast, this was an extremely common sight. Just now, he was still betting with his friend that Mo Wuji was not able to endure the waves, which was how Mo Wuji disappeared completely. The intentions to save Mo Wuji never ran across his mind. Even though he only needed to throw the rope beside him down, he was too lazy to be bothered to do so.

Mo Wuji did not care about this sailor, as he started to wring out the water in his cloths.

”Woo!” Another raging wind sailed by. This sailor did not have a tight grip of his ropes, and he was blown over to the side of the ship.

”Save me…” The blustery winds continued to blow, immediately throwing this sailor overboard and into the sea. In a single wave, this sailor was gone.

The other sailors on the deck had also seen Mo Wuji scaling up the ship, and did not say a word. If Mo Wuji was willing to act, it would have been possible to save that sailor, but Mo Wuji did not do anything.

Mo Wuji’s spiritual will had long swept through the ship interiors, and he discovered that there were nine other people aboard. All nine of them were cultivators. The only mortals aboard were the sailors. Among the nine, there were five separate groups. At the extreme corner of the ship interior, there was an old man and a young girl. They seemed to be a grandfather-granddaughter pair.

On the best spot, there were three people; two men and one woman were enjoying their drinks.

By the ship hatch on the left side of the ship, there was a black faced, burly man. This burly man was hugging onto a thick broadsword, seemingly closing his eyes and meditating. By the ship hatch on the right, there was a man and a woman; they seemed to be a couple, and the two were currently snuggling with one another.

Lastly, there was a fella dressed up as a monk sitting right at the center.

”Who are you?” After Mo Wuji walked into the interior of the ship, a medium built, square faced man stood up and asked seriously. This middle-aged man was one of the three enjoying their drinks.

Even though this middle-aged man was talking, the other eight, with the exception of the young girl who didn’t dare lift her head, were staring at Mo Wuji.

”Woo woo, crack…” Outside, the tempestuous winds continued to blow, Mo Wuji's spiritual will found that the few sailors out in the deck had all been carried away by the winds. Some of the masts have also been broken.

Mo Wuji secretly shocked his head. If those few sailors decided to extend their hand to help him previously, he definitely wouldn't have sat by and watched them die. As the adage goes: Helping others was akin to helping oneself.

”My big bro just asked you who you are, are you deaf?” Seeing Mo Wuji's lack of response, the other man among the three, a youth stood forward.

Mo Wuji said calmly, ”My ship was destroyed by the winds and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. When I had nowhere else to go, this ship saved me.”

With Mo Wuji's story, the others no longer cared about him. The middle-aged man who first questioned him also sat down and continued drinking. Mo Wuji was able to scale this ship despite the tumultuous weathers, he was clearly not simple.

Mo Wuji was sure that these people here also knew about the sailors being carried away by the winds, but no one could be bothered about it. These people were probably the same as him, and were simply looking for a shelter during this storm.

Mo Wuji found an empty space and sat down. At this moment, he heard some murmuring from the couple.

”Brother Xuan, should we help them? Those people are mortals, they'll definitely wouldn't be able to stand the winds out in the deck.” The one speaking was the woman.

The man sighed, ”There's no use, they have already been carried into the sea.”

”Ah…” The woman lightly startled, and immediately held back her tongue.

”Yanyan, all those that are here are definitely not simple. Let's not do anything unnecessary.” The man's voice sounded again.

The woman nodded, and did not dare speak another word.