“Sect Master Jun, continue along this direction for a thousand miles, and you’ll enter the third natural disaster—Blade Mountain.” Luo Zhilong said.
After entering the depths of the East Sea, he had been very worried, but after consecutively passing through two natural disasters, he completely relaxed.
What seemed like a terrifying hellscape to the world, Jun Changxiao and his disciples had passed through with ease.
As expected, he hadn’t misjudged.
He could bring him into East Sea Fishing Province again!
“Blade Mountain?”
Jun Changxiao said with considerable anticipation, “I wonder what it will be like?”
“Whoosh—”
The Ancient Tong warship continued speeding forward, during which they also reconfigured the Six-Point Star propulsion.
Fast was fast.
But it consumed too much energy.
If not for Master Fan’s letter stating it was extremely urgent, Jun Changxiao might have used ordinary spirit stones as energy sources and leisurely made his way there, treating it as tourism.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
After traveling a thousand miles, thick dark clouds gathered again in the distance, emanating a sharp momentum!
“Sect Master Jun!” Luo Zhilong said seriously, “That’s the Blade Mountain area. Once ships enter, they’ll be attacked by blade fragments falling like rain.”
“Aniu.”
Jun Changxiao said, “This checkpoint is yours.”
“…”
Ye Xingchen maintained his silence, locking onto the black clouds spreading in the distance, his eyes flashing with intense disdain.
For the previous two natural disasters, he had wanted to take action.
Unfortunately, Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji had stolen the limelight. This time it was finally his turn!
Vulgar mortals.
Wait to be shocked by this Emperor’s formidable strength!
…
“Whoosh—”
The Ancient Tong warship instantly merged into the Blade Mountain area. Blade lights descended from the sky one after another, carrying power that seemed capable of tearing through space!
“Clang!”
The True Yang Sword left its sheath, its sword light immediately illuminating heaven and earth.
“Whoosh—”
Shortly after, the Ancient Tong warship flew out from the Blade Mountain area. Ye Xingchen stood on the deck holding his sword, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Why was it that when those two broke through checkpoints, they each got an entire chapter, but when it was his turn to show off, it ended in just a few sentences!
“No challenge whatsoever.” Jun Changxiao shook his head.
He had originally thought the East Sea journey would be very thrilling, but after breaking through three natural disasters, he hadn’t even needed to take action—leaving it to his disciples was sufficient.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In the sky, the Ancient Tong warship traveled at high speed.
Several days later, they successively passed through several more natural disasters. Although they came in various forms, because they truly lacked any challenge, Li Qingyang and the other four could easily resolve them all.
“…”
Watching the originally scorching sea of fire gradually dissipate behind them, Luo Zhilong thought in shock, “This journey has been incredibly easy.”
“Old Luo.”
Jun Changxiao asked, “How many more natural disasters are there?”
Luo Zhilong shook his head. “We’ve passed through all the obvious natural disasters. I’m just afraid we’ll encounter hidden disasters.”
“Hidden disasters?”
“There are many strange phenomena in the depths of the East Sea. For instance, you might clearly be sailing east, but get confused and enter a fog zone, sailing in the opposite direction. This is called a hidden disaster, though it depends on weather and timing—we may not necessarily encounter it.”
“Fog zone?”
Jun Changxiao pointed ahead, saying, “Do you mean that?”
Luo Zhilong hurriedly looked outside the pilot cabin. In the distance, rolling white fog was appearing, drifting over the sea like a super-large ghost.
“You’ve got to be kidding!”
He clutched his head, breaking down. “I just mentioned it and it appears!”
“Your mouth has been blessed with power.”
“…”
“Whoosh—”
The Ancient Tong warship plunged headlong into the fog zone with its extremely wide coverage.
The instant they entered, Jun Changxiao discovered his spiritual thought was restricted—not only was it difficult to explore, even his sense of direction was lost!
“Sect Master!”
Li Qingyang exclaimed in shock, “This disciple can’t distinguish east from west, south from north!”
He Wudi frowned. “The clouds and fog are similar to a restriction, suppressing spiritual thought and directional sense.”
“There’s no array formation aura at all. The power of natural heaven and earth is truly miraculous.” Jun Changxiao sighed with emotion.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Luo Zhilong pointed to the left. “Turn the direction and go this way!”
While everyone had lost their sense of direction, as a professional navigator, he remained constantly clear-headed, finding the eastward heading from his many years of seafaring experience.
Jun Changxiao hurriedly maneuvered the Ancient Tong warship, proceeding in the direction he indicated. After a full day, changing directions countless times, they finally flew out from the fog zone.
“Phew!”
Luo Zhilong completely relaxed his mind.
Maintaining high concentration for an entire day was truly exhausting.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Luo Zhilong said, “We’ve now entered East Sea Fishing Province’s waters. If we don’t encounter hidden disasters, we should reach our destination in seven days.”
This time, his mouth wasn’t blessed with power.
Because they sailed continuously for four days without encountering any disasters.
Of course, they occasionally encountered mirages, occasionally experienced violent storms, and even suffered attacks from groups of sea beasts, but because they were too low-level, they couldn’t be called disasters at all.
After entering East Sea Fishing Province’s waters, passing ships had become very rare—specifically, there weren’t any at all. This was vastly different from the depths of the East Sea.
Jun Changxiao and the others knew it wasn’t that ships hadn’t sailed here, but rather that due to various disasters, they had either perished or gotten lost in the endless ocean.
“Glug.”
Luo Zhilong took a sip of strong liquor, sighing with emotion. “Sect Master Jun, Luo never imagined that traveling from Southeast Beginning Province to East Sea Fishing Province would be this simple.”
“I didn’t expect it either.” Jun Changxiao said.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and He Wudi sat nearby drinking wine while eating various seafood.
Luo Zhilong looked toward Ye Xingchen, who stood with arms crossed before the mast, puzzled. “Your disciple doesn’t enjoy drinking?”
“Him? When he drinks too much, he likes to sleep randomly, so now he doesn’t touch a drop.” Jun Changxiao explained.
“…”
Hearing this, Ye Xingchen’s expression became wonderful.
As a reincarnated Martial Emperor, his greatest stain in life was that drinking too much caused blackouts, and blackouts meant breaking up with his own bed.
…
The seafood in East Sea Fishing Province’s waters was extremely delicious. After everyone ate their fill and drank to satisfaction, they leisurely lay at the bow sunbathing, occasionally blown by the fishy-scented sea breeze, their spirits feeling refreshingly clear.
Jun Changxiao leaned back in his reclining chair, thinking silently, “This is the life I want.”
If not for the main quest restrictions, he would definitely prefer an unrestrained life of traveling the world.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said, “There’s a ship ahead!”
“Hmm?”
Jun Changxiao released his spiritual thought, discovering in the sea area several hundred miles away, over ten large warships had surrounded a small ship, with energy flashing in the sky above—clearly a fierce battle was underway.
“It’s pirates!”
After approaching considerably closer, Luo Zhilong said with a grave expression.
Jun Changxiao kept examining that small ship. From its design, he determined it should have come from Southeast Beginning Province. Having survived so many natural disasters was no easy feat, yet they encountered man-made disaster—truly rather unlucky.
Wait a moment!
That person on the ship looks somewhat familiar!
…
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Dozens of warships suspended in the sky, powerful spiritual energy erupting.
A black-robed elder was fighting five formidably powerful experts, gradually falling into a disadvantage.
“Young Master!”
He roared loudly, “You must escape quickly!”
“Escape?”
“Keke keke!”
From a distant warship, a one-eyed middle-aged man cackled strangely. “You dared kill my One-Eyed Dragon Pirate Band’s subordinates—you must all die today!”
“Damn it!”
The brocade-robed young man on the small ship clenched his fist, thinking unwillingly, “They’re clearly just a group of pirates, so why do they have so many Half-Saint level experts!”
“Boom!”
Just then, another explosive sound came from above!
The black-robed elder couldn’t withstand it and was directly blasted away, finally staggering suspended above the sea surface as a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
“Elder Lin!”
The brocade-robed young man exclaimed in shock.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!” From the pirate side, a Half-Saint flew down from high altitude, gathering violent energy in his palm. However, just as he prepared to strike, the sky suddenly darkened.
“Hmm?”
Everyone raised their heads to see a gigantic warship appear out of nowhere in the sky.
“Young Master Yuan.”
Jun Changxiao sat at the bow, grinning as he said, “I never expected we’d meet in Fishing Province waters.”
Suddenly hearing that familiar voice, Young Master Yuan stood on the deck as if struck by thunder. After a moment, he clutched his head and roared in despair, “How could he be here!!”