At this time, the ‘brat’ that Old Hu spoke of had calmly left the islands. Using the guiding compass, he soared straight towards the place where the Netherworld Ship would appear. He was naturally aware that 600 spirit stones was already a great loss for the merchant. After all, once information was spread out, its value would rapidly diminish.

When Qin Yu had haggled with Hu Three, he had done so observing the merchant’s actions. This was all in order to determine just how much residual value was left in this news. Finally, he was able to feel a bit more peace in his heart. The news of the Netherworld Ship shouldn’t spread out too widely. While he wasn’t the first, he also wouldn’t be in the last group of people that knew.

Of course, another reason was to inform the surrounding people that he was disgustingly poor, that he was just some skinny sheep that could only afford several hundred spirit stones. The sea region was unfathomably fast, and to some degree, the chaos and lurking dangers far surpassed those of the land. Although he wasn’t afraid, it was better if there was less trouble incoming.

As he sped along, he didn’t encounter any strokes of bad luck. He didn’t see the horrifying tsunamis that the people in the sea region spoke of, nor did he encounter any bandits trying to kill him and steal his possessions. Besides some unlucky sea monsters that leapt at him and were easily solved with a few punches,...