C12 I Finally Found One

The night was enveloped in darkness, with thick clouds obscuring the moon, leaving Shen Jun unable to discern exactly what had transpired.

As he descended the stairs, he happened upon Wang Wu, who was deep in animated conversation with some others.

"Senior Shen, did you catch sight of that thing too?" Wang Wu hurried over to greet him upon noticing Shen Jun.

"I didn't see anything. What's going on?" Shen Jun replied, shaking his head.

"There was an enormous flying ship that just passed over Yunlan City," Wang Wu explained, his face alight with excitement. "The ship was as big as a small town—I saw it with my own eyes!"

A flying ship the size of a small town?

Shen Jun's expression turned peculiar; the concept was all too familiar.

Yet, he couldn't confirm whether it was indeed what he suspected.

"Lead the way; I'm quite intrigued by this flying ship."

"Sure thing!" Wang Wu responded, and they both hurriedly made their way outside.

Shen Jun had not yet attained the Meditation Stage, so flying was beyond his capabilities.

He did possess some clever techniques that could enable him to take flight, but those methods drained a significant amount of Spiritual Force and were not worth the effort unless it was an emergency. Shen Jun preferred not to exert himself unnecessarily.

Nevertheless, his pace was so swift that it took Wang Wu by surprise.

Wang Wu had thoughtfully adjusted his own speed to accommodate Shen Jun, considering he was at the pinnacle of the Meditation Stage and on the cusp of becoming a Half Saint. If he were to go full throttle, he'd leave Shen Jun far behind.

But it wasn't long before Wang Wu realized his mistake—a gross miscalculation.

When Shen Jun unleashed his movement technique, the speed was staggering.

In just a moment of distraction, Wang Wu nearly lost track of him.

Had he not fully unleashed his own speed, he would have been left trailing in Shen Jun's wake.

Ah, Senior Shen truly is remarkable. It's astonishing that he's only at the second level of the Supernatural Power Stage...

Hold on!

The second level of the Supernatural Power Stage?!

Wasn't Senior Shen at the first level when I saw him this morning?

He advanced an entire minor realm in less than a day?

Wang Wu was astounded.

Within a mere quarter of an hour, the two caught sight of the colossal object in the distant night sky.

In that moment, both Wang Wu and Shen Jun were momentarily dazed.

Wang Wu was astounded.

As a peak warrior of the Meditation Stage, he was no stranger to the wonders of the world.

He had witnessed flying swords, levitation, various mounts, and even a selection of flying magical artifacts.

Yet, he had never encountered such an immense flying ship!

Typical flying magical artifacts could at most carry a dozen people, but this colossal flying ship before him...

It could likely hold more than ten thousand!

Meanwhile, Shen Jun's expression grew increasingly peculiar, with the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitching.

He might not have seen this particular ship before, but he certainly recognized it.

This was a mothership, wasn't it?

The length, the structure, the take-off runway – it wasn't just similar; it was identical!

Shen Jun didn't need to ask; he knew exactly who had crafted this vessel.

Apart from his twentieth disciple, Wang Jingyu, who else on earth could have created such a marvel?

Even if someone possessed the skill, they would lack the imagination!

It appeared that Jingyu had indeed struck it rich over the years; the construction of this vessel was nothing short of lavish.

Shen Jun scrutinized the hull of the ship.

The Ocean Cloud Iron used had only been tempered three times before being fitted.

And then there was the Green Vine Wood, so crudely processed. You little rascal, why didn't you just nail the freshly cut wood directly onto the ship? Wouldn't that have saved even more trouble?

The more Shen Jun looked, the angrier he became.

If Wang Jingyu were here, he'd make sure to teach him a lesson on why the flowers are so red.

Internally, Shen Jun grumbled, yet his eyes brimmed with warmth.

When he first met Wang Jingyu, the boy was just a child, yet he had already spent three years toiling as a child laborer in the black mines.

When Shen Jun pulled him out, his face was smeared with grime, but his eyes shone with an exceptional brightness.

The determination and caution in those eyes were beyond his years.

Perhaps it was the fear of poverty, but the boy's frugality was exasperating.

Once he became a disciple, Wang Jingyu eagerly took up the role of a blacksmith.

He couldn't bear to discard anything broken, always determined to mend it no matter what it took.

When he went out shopping, he always aimed to haggle the price down as much as possible. If that failed, he would rather spend half a day walking to another marketplace than pay even half a Spirit Stone more than necessary.

The path of cultivation he followed, the construction path, was among the most costly in the world.

Yet, Wang Jingyu, with his penny-pinching ways, never once asked Shen Jun for a dime.

Shen Jun vividly recalled the time when his own lifespan was nearing its end.

The look in Wang Jingyu's eyes was one of deep sorrow and tears. Even a man as steadfast as Shen Jun couldn't help but let the tears fall freely, his voice breaking into sobs, unable to articulate a single coherent sentence for the longest time.

It was this very frugal disciple who, after Shen Jun's passing, built an unprecedented and magnificent tomb in his honor.

Shen's Tomb!

Even Shen Jun himself was astounded by the sheer scale of the project when he first laid eyes on the entirety of Shen's Tomb.

Wang Jingyu was his own handpicked protégé, whom he had nurtured from the start.

How could Shen Jun not recognize that every brick and tile of the tomb bore the mark of his student's handiwork?

Such an enormous undertaking was likely the work of Wang Jingyu alone!

Even for a Great Saint expert, it must have taken decades, perhaps even a century, right?

"Eh?"

Lost in his thoughts, Shen Jun was brought back to the present by Wang Wu's voice, tinged with surprise.

"What is it?" Shen Jun inquired.

"Senior Shen, look," Wang Wu gestured towards the flying ship. "Why has the flying ship stopped above the Heye Sect? That couldn't possibly be one of the Heye Sect's magical treasures, could it?"

Worry was evident in Wang Wu's voice, especially since they had just had a falling out with the Heye Sect, who had now seemingly deployed such an intimidating flying artifact.

Wang Wu was ready to make a quick escape with Shen Jun.

"It's stopped at the Heye Sect?" Shen Jun's brow furrowed.

Could there be a connection between Wang Jingyu and the Heye Sect? He hoped he hadn't inadvertently harmed his own allies.

Meanwhile, the massive flying ship had drawn the attention of numerous spectators.

The crowd buzzed with speculation and differing viewpoints.

It was then that a young man, clad in a richly embroidered robe and exuding an air of elegance, slowly descended from the flying ship.

Treading upon the void, he ascended step by step until he hovered directly above the grand entrance to the Heye Sect.

"Zheng Changyu! Are you hiding like a scared turtle? Get out here now!"

His thunderous challenge echoed through the mountain gate!

The brocade-clad youth's words sent shockwaves through the onlookers!

The crowd was utterly astonished.

They could never have imagined witnessing such a scene!

Who was Zheng Changyu? The esteemed Sect Master of the Heye Sect, a formidable warrior at the God Stage!

Was this young man courting death? To show such insolence towards Zheng Changyu?

The onlookers were frozen in disbelief, all except for one. A slight curve formed at the corner of his mouth, his heart brimming with excitement.

That was Shen Jun.

At last, he had found his opportunity!