CHAPTER 1331: CHAPTER 1331: WENT TO FUSANG ISLAND

Yu Jizi chased all the way to the East Sea, where he heard that Jin Ziyuan had gone out to sea in search of something.

He suddenly remembered Gu Youyou mentioning that she had tossed the Youying Pearl into the East Sea. Could it be that Jin Ziyuan was searching for the Youying Pearl?

Whether it was truly thrown into the sea remained uncertain, but he knew that the disappearance of the Youying Pearl inside Gu Youyou’s body was definitely related to the East Sea. That time they had sailed out...

At this thought, he hesitated no longer. No matter the reason, he had to set off to sea—to Fusang Island, to see for himself.

"Boatman, when do you usually go out to sea to fish?"

The fisherman, startled when he turned back to see a snowy-haired elderly figure, jumped slightly. He had been diligently mending his net and hadn’t noticed anyone approaching.

Just by looking at this elder, he carried an aura of otherworldly dignity.

His surprise lasted only a moment, and then he quickly replied, "Sir, we go out to sea every day around here, though the distances vary. If you’re looking to buy fresh fish, you’ll need to wait a bit longer—today’s fishing boats haven’t returned yet."

"No, I don’t want to buy fish," Yu Jizi chuckled heartily. "If there’s anyone heading to Fusang Island, I’d appreciate it if you could let this old man know."

"Oh?" The fisherman’s eyes widened with surprise. "Are you planning to embark on a large vessel out to sea, sir?"

"That’s right. Having lived a lifetime, I thought it fitting to see more of the world in my twilight years. I’ve heard Fusang Island is rather extraordinary—I’d like to witness it for myself."

The fisherman looked troubled, sizing up Yu Jizi before vigorously shaking his head, saying, "Sir, you must reconsider. Going out to sea is grueling work, and at your age, I fear you might not endure the hardships. Allow me to offer some advice: better to stay home and let your children care for you properly."

"I have no children." Yu Jizi replied.

"Ah?" The fisherman felt awkward suddenly and said, "Uh—pardon my poor phrasing, sir. Please don’t mind."

Yu Jizi laughed, saying, "Think nothing of it. An old man like me doesn’t really care about such things. Everyone leads their life differently, and for me, solitude and quiet are the preferred ways to live."

The fisherman felt even more awkward now, finding the elder increasingly peculiar.

Still, since this eccentric old man seemed to be alone, the fisherman figured that even if something happened at sea, no relatives would come to trouble them. In the end, he agreed to the odd request.

"We’re planning to set out for Fusang Island tomorrow evening, sir. If you don’t mind, you can find us then."

"Tomorrow evening?" Yu Jizi pondered briefly, then reached into his garment and pulled out a fist-sized gold ingot. Tossing it to the fisherman, he said, "Then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll come back tomorrow evening."

The fisherman stood there, stunned by the unexpected weight of the gold ingot, unable to find his voice for a moment. When he finally gathered his wits, Yu Jizi was already far down the shore.

Holding the ingot aloft, he shouted after Yu Jizi, "Sir, wait! You don’t need to pay me!"

As he chased after the elder, he began to realize something unusual—no matter how fast he ran, the figure ahead seemed to recede even farther with each step.

What’s more, the old man’s silhouette was clearly strolling leisurely along the sandy shore.

"Sir, I cannot take your gold!" The fisherman called out, breathless, as he ran. His voice was loud, but Yu Jizi’s retreating figure grew faint.

Just as the elder’s silhouette was about to vanish entirely, his voice echoed back.

"Keep it. I’m old now; such things are of no use to me."

The fisherman stood frozen, astonished.

The elder’s figure had nearly disappeared into the distance, and yet his voice resonated as clearly as though it were spoken right at his ear.

Could it be... could he be an immortal?

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