Chapter 896: The Time Traveler Confirmed

"Alright, I've decided to go to Fengyue Island!" Yi Feng made his decision directly.

"Here's a nautical chart," Miaohong handed over a pre-prepared nautical chart to Yi Feng, explaining softly, "The only way to get to Fengyue Island is by boat."

"Long-distance flight isn't feasible in the Tianyu region. The sea fog is thick, and even the most powerful experts might lose their way and fail to locate their destination."

"So, for convenience, Tianyu has public transport boats to various places. There are ten routes, numbered from Line 1 to Line 10," Miaohong explained.

Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyes widened again.

Public transport boats? And numbered from Line 1 to Line 10? Why does this sound so familiar?

"Are these public transport boats also the work of Linglong Pavilion?" Yi Feng asked.

"Mr. Yi, you see through things at a glance, truly intelligent," Miaohong smiled gracefully. "Such an extensive network can only be managed by Linglong Pavilion in the entire Tianyu region."

"It's Linglong Pavilion again!" Yi Feng pursed his lips.

The boss behind Linglong Pavilion must be a time traveler, confirmed. Who else could come up with the idea of public transport boats if not a time traveler...

"Please continue," Yi Feng said.

"Alright," Miaohong nodded and went on, "Each line's public transport boat stops at major ports, making it quite convenient for traveling cultivators. Moreover, the boats fly unique colored flags. No one, including pirates who make a living by plundering at sea, would dare to have any ill intentions towards them. After all, no one dares to mess with Linglong Pavilion's property."

"However, some routes are more remote. The busier routes have a cycle once a day, while the more remote ones might only have a cycle once every half month."

"For your trip to Fengyue Island, you'll need to take Line 8, which is one of the more remote routes," Miaohong explained in detail.

"Fortunately, the Line 8 boat will pass by Transmission Island early tomorrow morning, so you won't have to wait."

"Miss Miao, you've been very thoughtful," Yi Feng said gratefully.

"Mr. Yi, you're too kind. You gifted me two dragon fish, a heavenly opportunity. I can never repay you enough. If I couldn't even handle such a small matter, how could I face your great kindness?" Miaohong said softly. "However, I won't be accompanying you on this journey. I have some personal matters to attend to in my final days, and I also need to return the two dragon fish to Sword Valley."

"So here, I wish you a triumphant return... no, I mean, I hope you achieve your wish."

"If, by any chance, you do return triumphantly, I've left the detailed address of Sword Valley on the jade slip. You can take the public transport boat directly to Sword Valley to find me," Miaohong instructed. "I'll arrange the follow-up plans for you."

"Thank you, Miss Miao!" Yi Feng clasped his hands in gratitude.

The next day, Yi Feng boarded the Line 8 public transport boat to Fengyue Island at the Transmission Island port.

The so-called public transport boat was something else. At first glance, it was a massive ship, even larger than the Titanic from his previous life.

The boat was filled with people from all walks of life—those who lived by the sword, and those who clearly came from prestigious families. It was chaotic.

Soon, the boat set sail into the vast, endless sea. The magnificent sea stretched as far as the eye could see, a breathtaking sight.

The boat was much faster than expected. The speed of an average cultivator's flight probably couldn't match it.

After watching for a while, Yi Feng's interest waned, and he began to wander around the boat.

The boat had four levels. The first level was a large street with shops on both sides, selling everything from elixirs to materials, and even hosting auctions.

The sides of the street were lined with cultivators trading at stalls.

The second level was the entertainment area, quite similar to the cruise ships from his previous life.

The third level was a series of private chambers opened by Linglong Pavilion, akin to private rooms. These chambers were equipped with formations that could enhance cultivation efficiency. However, staying in these chambers required a significant fee. Those who couldn't afford them had to rest by meditating on the spot.

The fourth level was the most secure area of the boat, said to be the private quarters of the boat's owner, off-limits to unauthorized personnel.

After getting a rough idea of the boat's layout, Yi Feng headed straight to the second level.

He didn't need anything from the first level, and the cultivation-enhancing chambers on the third level were unnecessary for him.

"Oh?" As soon as he reached the second level, Yi Feng was in for a surprise.

He had expected the entertainment area to be something else, but it turned out to be filled with games like "Fight the Landlord" and mahjong.

Damn.

If the boss behind Linglong Pavilion wasn't a time traveler, Yi Feng wouldn't believe it.

Thinking of "Fight the Landlord," he recalled that night at the Yihong Tower in Pingjiang City.

That all-nighter with Mao Yun'er and Yao Ling'er was one of the most satisfying wins of his life.

He felt a bit nostalgic.

Although he missed those times, the old men in Pingjiang City had all learned to play "Fight the Landlord" from him, so he could still play occasionally. As for mahjong, he hadn't touched it since his transmigration. Seeing it now made his fingers itch.

However, Yi Feng didn't rush to join a game. Instead, he wandered around the hall, observing others.

To his surprise, they had all the variations of mahjong from his previous life—Sichuan mahjong, Fujian mahjong, and even other regional styles like "Red Dragon" and "Catching the Bird."

But these cultivators didn't seem very skilled at mahjong.

A burly man with a hairy chest just made an unnecessary move, and a seemingly well-bred girl made a false win...

After gauging their skill levels, Yi Feng casually took a seat at a table.

His opponents were two girls and a middle-aged man.

As soon as he picked up the tiles, Yi Feng noticed they were made of a special material that prevented cultivators from using their powers to cheat.

Since Yi Feng, apart from being able to fly, had no special abilities, he had to rely on his genuine skills.

Perhaps because he hadn't played in a while, Yi Feng's luck was astonishing.

In the first round, he got a "heavenly hand" and won immediately after drawing the first tile.

Amidst the curses from the two girls and the middle-aged man, Yi Feng pocketed a heap of spirit stones.

In the following rounds, a combination of luck and skill meant Yi Feng won eight out of ten games.

Soon, the three opponents, looking grim, pushed their tiles away and left.

"It's just a game, no need to be so petty," Yi Feng said cheerfully as he collected his winnings.

He then moved to another table and continued his winning streak.

"Oops, sorry, I won again," Yi Feng said with a smile, lounging in his chair.

This scene was almost perfect—all that was missing was a cigarette.

Half a day later, Yi Feng had moved from low-stakes tables to high-stakes ones, dominating the entire floor and winning an uncountable number of spirit stones.

"If I had known about this earlier, I wouldn't have had to live so frugally back in Pingjiang City, barely scraping by," Yi Feng marveled at how easy it was to make money.

Little did he know, everything he did on the second level was being watched.

"You keep an eye on him, I'm going to the fourth level," a man who looked like a steward instructed his subordinate before heading to the fourth level.