The Dragon Soaring sailed smoothly on the Fallen Immortal Sea for three days.

It encountered no trouble.

For these three days, Zou Feng had mostly stayed in his room, not venturing out.

However, on the afternoon three days into the voyage, the hull of the Dragon Soaring suddenly jolted violently.

Then, the entire ship came to a halt.

Zou Feng opened his eyes from his meditation and stepped out of his room.

He had just opened the door when he came face-to-face with Luo Kai.

’Clearly, even if I hadn’t come out, he would have come looking for me.’

"Boss Luo, what’s going on?"

Luo Kai said apologetically, "For some reason, some of the ship’s mechanisms have malfunctioned. We’ll need some time for repairs..."

"It’s fine. There’s no rush. It’s not too late to set off after you’ve fixed it," Zou Feng said nonchalantly.

As he spoke, Zou Feng noticed a small, deserted island clearly visible not far from the Dragon Soaring.

Following Zou Feng’s gaze, Luo Kai explained, "You’ll run into little islands like this from time to time in the Fallen Immortal Sea, but they’re often dangerous. It’s best not to set foot on them lightly."

Zou Feng nodded and looked away.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, we just caught some Spirit Fish. Care to join us for a taste?"

Since Zou Feng had kept to his room for nearly the entire voyage, he hadn’t eaten any fresh food in three days.

And so, he gladly went to join them.

A wooden table exuding the fragrance of agarwood had already been placed on the deck at the ship’s bow.

Beside the table, several crew members were carving up a bright red Spirit Fish that was a full ten feet long.

The choicest cuts from the fish had already been neatly sliced and arranged on a jade platter piled high with ice.

Next to the jade platter was a pot of continuously boiling fish broth, clearly meant for cooking the fish slices hot-pot style.

Zou Feng’s nose twitched. He could tell from the aroma alone that this was a Spirit Fish of considerable quality.

’It’s good enough to be served in the Dining Hall of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect’s Inner Sect.’

And where there’s good meat, there must be good wine.

Luo Kai had clearly brought out a vintage from his private collection, intending to drink heartily with Zou Feng.

The quality of this Spirit Wine was also exceptionally high.

’It’s strong enough that even I might get drunk if I don’t use the Drunken Immortal Moon Chasing Step to process it.’

Seeing him bring out one treasure after another, Zou Feng couldn’t help but shoot a few more glances at Luo Kai.

’This Gang Leader of the humble Heavenly Dragon Gang has quite the fortune...’

Afterward, thanks to Luo Kai’s warm hospitality, they ate and drank, and the atmosphere quickly grew lively.

Even Zou Feng got into the spirit of things, his speech growing more casual as he and Luo Kai started addressing each other as brothers.

"Ahahaha... To think Brother Zou did so well for himself in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect! I’m truly envious!"

Caught up in the revelry, Zou Feng dropped his alias and, quite uncharacteristically, revealed his real name.

He even began to selectively recount some of his experiences at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

The more Luo Kai heard, the more thrilled he became, repeatedly raising his cup to toast Zou Feng.

He himself, however, seemed unable to hold his liquor, and soon appeared thoroughly intoxicated.

A short while later, Luo Kai’s bout of excitement faded, and he slumped limply in his chair.

After a drunken hiccup, Luo Kai’s expression suddenly turned complex.

"You’re a real risk-taker, Brother Zou. No wonder you’ve achieved so much..."

"Back in the day... if I’d had half your guts, Brother Zou, I might not have failed to even get into the Inner Sect of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect!"

Luo Kai began to reminisce, sighing with emotion. "You know, after I left the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, I’ve spent years wondering... what if I’d had the courage to risk it all just one more time..."

Zou Feng drained his cup in one gulp, the Heart Skill of his Drunken Immortal Moon Chasing Step continually circulating, and said, "Brother Luo, you live a free and unfettered life now. Why dwell on the past?"

Luo Kai sighed. "How can you call this free and unfettered? Every time I think about how I have no hope of ever establishing a Dao Foundation in this lifetime, my heart fills with sorrow..."

"So, Brother Luo, you still want to... take another gamble?"

Luo Kai nodded. "I had no choice before. Now, I want to seize control of my own destiny!"

Zou Feng shook his head slightly. "’A bitter life is better than a good death. Boss Luo, have you considered that this act of yours won’t just destroy you, but the entire Heavenly Dragon Gang as well?’"

"Not necessarily. Perhaps this is the beginning of the Heavenly Dragon Gang’s rise to power!" Luo Kai’s eyes glinted as he violently smashed his wine cup onto the deck.

Smashing the cup was the signal!

A dozen gang members at the Spirit Body Realm, who had long been lying in wait, completed their formation.

Simultaneously, the containment array that came equipped on the Dragon Soaring was activated at full power.

Zou Feng was not the least bit surprised by this.

After all, ever since Luo Kai showed up on the list, he’d already figured most of this out.

This was also why Zou Feng had proactively revealed his identity while they were drinking.

After all, the people of the Heavenly Dragon Gang already knew his name wasn’t actually Leng Jing.

"Brother Zou, men die in pursuit of wealth just as birds die in pursuit of food. My apologies!" The Spiritual Qi roiling around Luo Kai’s body was like a lit powder keg, ready to explode at any second.

Zou Feng let out a soft sigh. "I gave you a chance, but you were still headstrong enough to choose this dead end..."

"Hahaha... You are mistaken, Brother Zou. What I’ve chosen is the hope of one day establishing my Dao Foundation!" Luo Kai laughed wildly.

Naturally, he had something—or someone—to back up his arrogance.

The next moment, a figure appeared in the sky, walking slowly through the air as if on solid ground.

With every step he took, an invisible pressure descended, making the very air aboard the Dragon Soaring feel heavier.

This man was as handsome as polished jade, elegant and refined—the perfect image of a male lead from a cultivation TV drama.

It was none other than the former vice president of the Purple Cloud Association, Fu Jiaming.

Fu Jiaming’s current expression was not that of a man on a manhunt for Zou Feng; he looked more like he was visiting an old friend to reminisce.

This was the composure that came with breaking through to the Dao Foundation Realm—the confidence of having everything under control.