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Chen Ping'an heard and witnessed many strange things during his time on the immortal ship.
A group of female cultivators in colorful robes had played on a swing beneath the sea of clouds, with their silvery laughter and chatter drawing many whistles and shouts from the male cultivators on the immortal ship. The two parties were going to pass each other and never meet again in the future, so the comments from the male cultivators became slightly crude and wanton.
However, a colossal flood dragon head had slowly stuck out from the sea of clouds, stunning many cultivators on the immortal ship into silence. The mystical being, which wasn't actually a genuine flood dragon, had used its head to gently ram the stern of the immortal ship, causing it to shoot forward like an arrow.
Chen Ping'an committed this scene to memory, and after returning to his guest room, he continued to go about his day as usual.
From Stalactite Mountain to the Northern Complete Reed Continent, since parting with Lu Tai to accidentally entering the Lotus Flower Blessed Land and leaving the Daoist temple with Pei Qian and the four martial artists from the picture scrolls, Chen Ping'an had started to record some of his experiences based on his memory.
Starting from his departure from Stalactite Mountain, then to his encounter with Lu Tai, his arrival in the Northern Complete Reed Continent, and his trip through Sky Calling Street of the Planchette Writing Sect, these records continued all the way to today's encounter with the flood dragon head pushing their immortal ship in the sea of clouds above the Northern Complete Reed Continent.
There were two stacks of paper on the table.
Chen Ping'an had separated them into a draft stack and a transcript stack, with the former containing cross-outs and corrections and appearing much like an undelivered letter. However, this letter was becoming longer and longer as he continued to record his experiences.
Meanwhile, the transcription was neat and tidy, looking like a piece of homework written by a student for their teacher.
Sometimes, there was genuinely nothing for Chen Ping'an to write about, having not come across any interesting scenery, people, or matters for an extended period of time. When this happened, Chen Ping'an would either write nothing or, occasionally, write "Today was uneventful and peaceful."
Everyone had fought for the right to ascend in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, and Chen Ping'an had unleashed his swords and fists at the most powerful person in the blessed land after being trapped in a deadly battle. He had encountered a noble scholar who was good at writing limericks at an inn on the border of the Great Quan Empire....
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