Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 64: Chapter 57: Boats, Water, and Widows

Is a bamboo raft a safe mode of travel?

Han Yu’s perspective is that it is safe. Going back several hundred years, our ancestors first used bamboo rafts to travel, and for several hundred years after that, bamboo rafts were equally useful for everyday water travel.

”This has been verified over hundreds of years.”

Han Yu made his point reasonably and clearly.

However, the Little Artifact Spirit was not convinced, and it had only one question and rebuttal, ”Then what are you doing right now?”

This one sentence left Han Yu speechless, and he looked embarrassed.

At this time, upstream on the Bailu River, scattered bamboo poles were drifting away with the current. Initially, Han Yu could still retrieve a few. After grabbing about a dozen, he noticed that the rope was lost too! So he simply threw the bamboo poles back into the river, letting them drift away with the flow...

The incident originated around noon after Bai Junya and the others had left. Han Yu had the sudden idea to build a bamboo raft and then threw it into the Bailu River.

”Are you planning to find Bai Junya?” the Little Artifact Spirit asked curiously.

”No, I’m going upstream!”

Han Yu made a bold decision, planning to head north by bamboo raft from the source of the Bailu River.

Since he could navigate the Fire Zone like a fish in water, why wouldn’t his Water Series divine techniques work in the water as well?

”Your Water Series origin is even less than the Fire Series origin peeled off from Young Master Xiao back then; I advise you to stay calm.”

The Little Artifact Spirit was always ready to pour cold water on his ideas, and Han Yu had grown accustomed to it, so he still stuck to his plan.

After the bamboo raft hit the water, he used his origin power to guide the water beneath the raft to push it forward. The consumption was indeed as low as when he controlled fire in the sea of flames, possibly lasting an hour or two without issue.

However, the bamboo raft disassembled after just half an hour upstream. He anticipated potential problems due to the divine power origin, and even considered alternating with his physical strength to power the raft.

He never expected the bamboo raft to fall apart due to the impact of the current.

He had been in the water for half an hour, facing two apparent choices: continue upstream, which was unrealistic, or drift back to the outskirts of Tianning Prefecture with the current, which Han Yu was also unwilling to do.

”The initial approach was wrong; how could I possibly go upstream?”

Han Yu reflected on this while lounging in the water.

”Could it just be your problem?”

The Little Artifact Spirit mocked him with glee.

”How could it be my fault? Going upstream indeed doesn’t work.”

Han Yu responded, annoyed and embarrassed.

”If someone else can do it, would you dare bark like a dog?”

The Little Artifact Spirit suddenly retorted.

”Bring it on!”

Han Yu, feeling challenged, agreed readily, and the Little Artifact Spirit instructed him to look back.

Downstream on the Bailu River, a massive figure was gradually approaching, and soon the outline became clear. It was a cargo ship several times larger than the Bai family’s pleasure boats.

At this moment, the cargo ship was traveling upstream at an unbelievable speed, even faster than going downstream. Han Yu was dumbfounded, exclaiming involuntarily, ”Woof woof!”

The Little Artifact Spirit’s laughter, gasping for air, echoed continually in his mind.

On the cargo ship seemed to stand a figure, and upon closer proximity, it was a man in his forties, dressed in a green robe, with a face like jade and sporting a small moustache, appearing quite refined.

When the man saw the struggling Han Yu in the water, a smile appeared on his face before he turned back to instruct someone on the ship, after which the speed of the ship decreased, and a rope was quickly thrown in front of Han Yu.

”Get on board!”

The man said with a kind smile.

”Thank you!”

After expressing his gratitude, Han Yu quickly grabbed the rope, and soon someone pulled him up.

”Tch! Couldn’t you just leap aboard?”

The Little Artifact Spirit considered Han Yu’s actions unnecessary, scoffing.

Sometimes Han Yu thought this thing was as clever as a ghost, while at other times, it could be utterly foolish.

”By throwing the rope, they’re showing kindness, and by grabbing it, I’m accepting that kindness.”

As Han Yu silently complained, his expression didn’t change. Once on the deck, he sized up the ship.

From the outside, the hull already looked big. Standing on the deck now, he saw it was about thirty meters from bow to stern and seven to eight meters wide.

About forty people stood on the deck, all wearing matching black attire, except for that one man.

”The man is a Half-Step Divine Gaze cultivator, and the group ranges from Other Shore Realm to Divine Bridge Realm.”

The Little Artifact Spirit reminded him in his mind.

Han Yu’s attention, however, was on a black flag standing seven or eight meters tall, featuring a large white ’Mo’ character against a black background.

Could it be my cousin’s ship?

Soon someone confirmed his suspicion. A cultivator approached and called out, ”Sixth Uncle Mo, shall we continue sailing?”

After the man nodded, the cultivator retreated, and Han Yu curiously watched him. The cultivator moved to the stern, took out a Spirit Stone, opened a small box, and placed it inside.

The ship suddenly gained momentum, then began accelerating.

No need to ask now; being able to operate a ship like this, and with the surname Mo, there could only be one family. The world is indeed small—accidentally stumbled into my cousin’s territory.

”Little brother seems quite interested in my ship.”

The man perceived Han Yu’s gaze, smiling gently, his demeanor endearing.

”I’ve truly never seen a ship that can travel upstream, especially one powered by a spirit stone,” Han Yu nodded, smiling lightly in response.