Jun Changxiao piloted the Ancient Tong warship, continuing eastward toward the direction of East Sea Fishing Province. Many natural disasters still awaited him along the way.
The spiritual camera shifted its focus to a certain small isolated island.
“Crash! Crash!”
Waves struck against massive rocks.
Sitting atop them was a disheveled old man, completely indifferent to his surroundings. His clothing was in tatters, making it difficult to discern his features. Both his feet and hands were bound by iron chains—he seemed to have been imprisoned on this isolated island for decades.
“Once the drifting bottle reaches the mainland, someone will definitely come to rescue me!”
That’s right!
This was the legendary master craftsman Fan Yezi—someone whose name was known but whose face had never been seen, whose weapons occasionally served to enhance Jun Changxiao’s imposing aura!
What a pity there were no more chapter comments, otherwise many readers would certainly leave their mark. After all, this man who appeared earlier than Su Xiaomo, Xiao Zuiji, and Ye Xingchen was finally appearing on camera after a thousand chapters—truly a moment of monumental significance!
“Old fool.”
Behind him, an armored soldier said coldly, “Forget about how far this place is from the mainland—the sea alone is filled with countless sea beasts. Those drifting bottles of yours will probably be swallowed into their bellies before reaching shore.”
Master Fan said, “The drifting bottles I crafted contain hidden mechanisms—how could they be easily devoured by sea beasts?”
Aiya!
He’d said his inner thoughts out loud again!
“Hmph.”
The soldier scoffed dismissively. “Even if mainland forces learn of this, do you really think anyone would travel thousands of miles to rescue you? You should know, this world operates on the principle that if one doesn’t look out for themselves, Heaven and Earth will destroy them. Who would risk coming to East Sea Fishing Province to save an old fool who only knows how to craft?”
Master Fan’s weathered eyes flashed with light as he said, “According to my calculations, the drifting bottle should have already reached the mainland coast. I believe it won’t be long before large numbers of powerful experts come to rescue me, because I, Fan Yezi, have extensive connections!”
The soldier said indifferently, “It seems we’ll need to prepare our defenses in advance, in case someone really does come to rescue you.”
“…”
If not for the chains restraining him, Master Fan truly wanted to raise his hand and viciously slap his own face, because he’d carelessly blurted out his inner thoughts again!
Forget it, forget it.
Words spoken in excess bring mistakes—I’d better just continue watching the sea.
Fan Yezi continued sitting on the rock, motionless like a sculpture.
If the soldier behind him had slightly higher cultivation, he would certainly have noticed in detail that the small stones scattered nearby were trembling slightly, as if very excited.
This was Momentum.
A type of crafting momentum that didn’t belong to the martial path!
A legend circulated throughout Xingyun Continent.
If someone comprehended the art of crafting to the pinnacle of perfection, anything related to minerals would be drawn to them, even yearning to be forged by them!
Fan Yezi wasn’t deliberately releasing it, yet the stones still grew agitated—clearly this person’s crafting arts had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Unfortunately.
Trapped on this isolated island for decades.
He had never crafted equipment again, and had now deteriorated into a decrepit, wretched old man.
As evening approached.
Fan Yezi’s shadow stretched very long—truly a master in his twilight years.
…
“Boom!”
On the eastern sea, the Ancient Tong warship traveling at high speed transmitted an explosive sound!
Li Qingyang and the others, who had been resting with closed eyes, all opened them to see the Sect Master emerging with a completely blackened face, roaring furiously, “Fan Yezi, you even designed traps in a drifting bottle—do you have no shame!”
During his idle time, he had taken out the drifting bottle delivered by Drizzle Hall, then channeled his spiritual thought into it. The moment he touched it, it exploded with a bang.
“Sect Master!”
Li Qingyang asked, “Are you alright?”
Jun Changxiao circulated his spiritual energy, removing the layer of black from his face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly discovered several suspended mountains appearing in the sky directly ahead, and exclaimed in surprise, “Xingyun Continent also has floating mountains?”
Luo Zhilong said gravely, “This is the Rolling Stone Disaster. Once ships enter, the floating mountains will drop massive stones, not only causing damage but also raising tremendous waves!”
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, “This thing is somewhat obstructive. Zuiji, when we get closer, move them all away.”
“Yes!”
Xiao Zuiji responded.
“Move… move them away?” Luo Zhilong’s eyes widened.
“Whoosh!”
A moment later, the Ancient Tong warship had arrived at the outer perimeter of the Rolling Stone Disaster, stopping before a floating mountain. Xiao Zuiji flew over—compared to it, he looked like an ant facing a giant.
“The weight of this mountain is incalculable!”
Luo Zhilong said incredulously, “Can the Eternal Ages Sect disciple really move it?”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, a heavy momentum manifested around Xiao Zuiji’s entire body. He spread both arms and pressed them against the mountain’s surface, his exposed skin immediately displaying solid muscle blocks.
“Rise!”
He roared furiously.
“Rumble!”
The massive floating mountain was directly lifted!
Seeing this scene, Luo Zhilong’s mouth gaped open—two eggs could easily fit inside!
What shocked and amazed him even more was that Xiao Zuiji, having lifted the floating mountain, erupted with even heavier force from both arms, suddenly flinging it outward as he shouted, “Off you go!”
“Whoosh—”
A gigantic mountain body was hurled away within their field of vision, finally crashing into another mountain with a boom, both shattering into pieces.
“…”
Luo Zhilong’s expression froze in place.
Since boarding the ship, his identity was not only that of a temporary navigator, but he also had another role—that of Passerby A or B, used to display shock when the Eternal Ages Sect members showed off.
Judging from his current facial expression, he was undoubtedly performing excellently.
“Swish!”
The Ancient Tong warship continued forward.
However, it kept stopping and starting, because there were quite a few mountains blocking the path, all of which were easily flung away as obstacles by Xiao Zuiji.
…
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Deep within the Rolling Stone area, massive stones fell from the floating mountains. Dozens of sailing ships could barely dodge them, but found it difficult to escape the tremendous waves that rolled up!
“Ahhh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—”
The great waves swept through, directly overturning a sailing ship. The martial artists within all fell into the sea, alarming large numbers of sea beasts on the ocean floor, who instantly swallowed them one by one.
“Big Brother!”
On a sailing ship drifting like a solitary leaf in the waves, a middle-aged man said despairingly, “The second natural disaster—we can’t get through!”
“Alas!”
The man called Big Brother struggled to steady himself, grief-stricken as he said, “If I’d known it would be like this, we shouldn’t have risked coming to East Sea Fishing Province!”
The ships trapped deep within the Rolling Stone area were truly in critical danger. As soon as the next round of massive stones fell, even more martial artists would certainly perish.
However, just as they fell into despair, they suddenly realized that after the previous round of rolling stones fell, there was no more movement. Once the waves receded and the ships entered a stable state, they all raised their heads to look, then stood dumbfounded in place one by one.
High in the sky!
Several mountains that had originally existed were nowhere to be seen!
Where are the mountains! Where are the mountains!
“Big Brother!”
The martial artist who had spoken earlier exclaimed in shock, “Quick, look—what is that!”
Big Brother and the ship’s members all looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a warship suspended in the distant sky.
Mountains being able to float was shocking enough.
But a ship being able to float as well was truly… seeing a ghost!
Wait! Why is there a person standing near the floating mountain? Why are his hands pressed against the stone wall? Why is he… throwing it away—holy crap!
Witnessing Xiao Zuiji waving his hand to fling away the floating mountain from afar brought an extremely intense shock. Even after the Ancient Tong warship flew away for quite a while, everyone remained in a confused state.
“Big Brother!”
That martial artist said with difficulty, “…Are we dreaming?”
“Ahhh!” Suddenly came screams. The man called Big Brother released his facial flesh and confirmed, “Feeling pain means it’s not a dream!”
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