After a few days of sailing, Sue's cooking skills had improved, especially the grilled fish. After several rounds of training, Sue's control over her fire elemental energy was not only more precise, more importantly, Sue's grilled fish could be said to be tender to the touch, the fresh fish melted immediately in her mouth. To be able to eat this kind of delicacy on this desolate river was truly a pleasure.

"Chef, chef, let me tell you, the palace cooks we hire aren't as delicious as you make them. How about it? Do you want to consider it?" Lingyun chewed half of the fish tail and exclaimed while giving a thumbs up. Three days of hellish training combined with his energy consumption made him extremely hungry.

Fan Mu giggled, "I say, Brother Yun, it's been a few days since we last met. You have become more and more like a family now," looking at Lingyun, Fan Mu couldn't help but tease him.

"Uh, I'm not some noble young master. My father's family business belongs to my father, and I didn't create it myself. Since it's not me, how can I show off in front of others .." Lingyun tried to explain something, but was stopped by Fan Mu.

"I think Uncle Ling Chen will be very happy to hear what you just said," Susu smiled and picked up a goldtailed fox fish from the grill. She handed it to Lingyun and took the fish bone rack from him. Laughing, he said, "Eat, this is for you as a reward."

"Haha, you really know me. This Gold Tailed Fox is my favorite," Lingyun received the fish without any hesitation and started to chew it. He was like a hungry wolf with its chest against its back, making Fan Mu and Susu burst out laughing.

After dinner, Susu went to clean up by herself. What she left behind for Fan Mu and Lingyun was even more important, which was to reconstruct the mast and sail again.

Walking up to the already charred mast, Fan Mu stepped back a dozen steps, then raised his head and looked up, searching for a base point. From then on, he measured the height the mast needed.

The jade colored Dragon Mark leaped continuously under Fan Mu's soft call, and under his guidance, it drew a green arc in the air before attaching itself to the burnt old mast. With his shout, a wooden pole was pulled out of the ground, and without any hesitation, the entire mast was completed in an instant.

"Tsk tsk, Little Fan's control is becoming more and more amazing," Ling Yun honestly praised. He stretched out his hand and touched the newly crafted mast, but there wasn't even the slightest crack. It seemed like even though it was called mixed wood, it was still an excellent item on the market.

"Uh, stop flattering me, catch it." Fan Mu waved his right hand, took out the black cloth from his waist, and threw it to Lingyun. This should be the blood-colored canvas that they got from the ghost ship.

Lingyun stretched out his right leg and acted like he was sprinting. When the canvas arrived in front of him, he jumped up and waved his arm around as fast as lightning, and with the speed of flowing water, hung up the sail. Although the canvas was small, it was still enough to keep them alive, and what made the two of them laugh was that on the canvas, there was the insignia of the Holy Dragon Battalion, which gave off a very domineering atmosphere.

Lingyun landed on the deck and looked at the sail that was being blown by the wind. He could not help but shake his head and grudgingly said: "Ai, if you woke up earlier, you wouldn't have needed to do all this hard work."

"Such a good cultivation, why not?" Fan Mu smiled, twitching his head and yawning.

"Go, go. Then, I'll give you all the good things. The next few days will be your cultivation, haha." Lingyun took advantage of Fan Mu's words and acted like a shopkeeper.

"It seems that God doesn't want to see me so tired," Fan Mu continued to yawn, as if the three days of fainting had made him a little addicted to sleep. Lifting his right hand, he spread his palm flat, feeling the rhythm of the wind.

"You really are a jinx, saying that Cao Cao Cao is here." Lingyun's mouth twitched as he complained. As he said that, rain began to fall on his face.

"Who is this Cao Cao?" Fan Mu looked surprised.

"Eh? "I don't know either, it flashed through my mind just now," Ling Yun said as he stared, not knowing why he said that.

"Alright, let's enter the cabin. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It seems like a storm is inevitable tonight. Autumn Tiger really is unpredictable." Fan Mu laughed bitterly. He thought to himself, "I've just woken up from a 'coma', can't I sleep peacefully for the whole night?"

"What about you?" Ling Yun subconsciously asked.

"Of course we have to control the course. What do we do if we row to the horizon?" Fan Mu was speechless. He moved forward slightly, pushing Lingyun into the cabin while he remained alone on the deck.

Before Lingyun could say anything, Fan Mu stopped him with a smile, "Shut up. You and Susu rest tonight. Leave the rest to me. The wind is strong, so you don't need to paddle. Rest assured, I'll make sure you sleep well."

Lingyun wanted to ask him if he knew the direction, but seeing how passionate he was, he forgot about it. He warned him and went back to rest. To be honest, these few days of hard work had exhausted Lingyun.

"Alright, it's only you and me," he touched the smooth, jade-like wooden rudder that was soaked through by the rain, leaving only the lonely figure of Fan Mu on the deck. Although it wasn't night yet, when the demonic wind blew, the sky darkened instantly.

Actually, no one is more suitable for this position than me." Fan Mu smiled to himself. Holding the Dragon Mark on his right arm, he let out a bright green light through his fingertip. With a wave of his left hand, the wood elemental energy entered the air and formed a shadow, as if sketching out the shape of a cage.

As expected, dozens of wooden vines followed the path of light made by the wood elemental energy and formed a small pavilion in accordance with Fan Mu's intentions. Interestingly, Fan Mu did not forget to leave a hole in the center of the room to confirm his course, and he easily picked out a wooden whip to hang the oil lamp by the cabin door. With a quick and agile pull, the dim room in his hand instantly lit up a lot.

"Sigh, if that little guy Fan Qing knew about this, he would definitely mock me again." Fan Mu laughed, and bits and pieces of his memories entered his ears, not making a sound.