“Ōuchi Eisuke!” Seeing the Japanese man emerge, Cui Zhongjiu was already burning with shock and rage. With a series of sharp “swish” sounds, all the Korean masters drew their blades, every one of them fixing their gaze on the Japanese man as if facing a great enemy.

The Japanese man had been soaking in the sea for quite some time and clearly had no strength left. Yet all the Korean martial officials still dared not let their guard down, while Young Master Muzhong’s face showed a cold smile tinged with killing intent.

Masters surrounded the deck in battle formation, ready for combat. The Japanese man appeared extremely calm, however. He looked left and right, suddenly noticing Cui Xuanliang’s eyes were red and moist, as if something sorrowful had happened. Following his gaze, he saw a man lying on the deck covered in blood, surrounded by dozens of sailors who were all quietly sobbing. The Japanese man let out a soft “ah,” apparently understanding what had occurred.

Shen Yubai said coldly, “Eisuke, this man died unfortunately in combat with our side because he insisted on harboring you. Surrender quickly and stop your desperate struggles, lest you implicate more innocents.”

Whether the Japanese man couldn’t understand Chinese or was deliberately ignoring him, he simply walked to Cui Fengxian’s corpse and slowly knelt down. Cui Zhongjiu gave a meaningful look, then raised his Baekje blade and took the first step forward. Beside him, Liu Juyong also placed his hand on his sword hilt and moved behind the enemy. Led by these two masters, the other martial officials slowly advanced forward, tightening the circle of encirclement.

In the complete silence, the Japanese man grasped Cui Fengxian’s hand and murmured a few words. The sailors desperately pushed at him, crying loudly, “Get away! If Second Master hadn’t saved you, he wouldn’t have died here! Get away! Get away! Stop clinging to him!” The Japanese man had no strength left and fell backward when they pushed him with their hands. Seeing this unmissable opportunity, Cui Zhongjiu waved his hand, and three martial officials simultaneously reached out like lightning toward the man’s neck, shoulders, and wrists to capture him. The Japanese man seemed to have completely lost his senses, staring blankly without knowing how to defend himself. The martial officials were greatly pleased, and just as they were about to succeed, they suddenly saw the Japanese man’s arm extend dramatically as he drew a dagger from Cui Fengxian’s waist and slashed at the officials.

The dagger traced a semicircle, and wherever its brilliant light passed, the throats of all three martial officials were nearly severed. Seeing this move’s incredible speed, one could tell the calculation was precise and the timing perfect. Shen Yubai, Cui Zhongjiu, Liu Juyong and others nearby were caught completely off guard. Though they stood very close, none could provide rescue. Just as the three companions were about to die on the spot, suddenly a black shadow flashed, and a man descended from above, forcibly stepping on the Japanese man’s hand and forcing him to release the dagger.

Young Master Muzhong had arrived. His martial arts were unimaginably high, instantly controlling the situation. With a light kick of his left foot, the dagger flew out under the force and landed precisely back in Cui Fengxian’s waist. Then he extended his right palm, gripped the Japanese man’s throat, and lifted him high into the air.

Ordinary people would struggle painfully when their throat was seized, but the Japanese man didn’t move at all. He just looked toward Cui Xuanliang, forcing a smile from the corner of his mouth, as if thanking him or bidding him farewell. Young Master Muzhong’s fingers gradually tightened. Slowly, the Japanese man opened his mouth, his tongue protruding, yet that smile still remained on his face.

Cui Xuanliang stared blankly at the man. Suddenly, his heart ached as if he were seeing the scene of his uncle’s death. He suddenly rushed over, gathering his palm force and striking toward Young Master Muzhong, crying out, “Let him go! Let him go!”

With a bang, the move “Thunder’s Rising Example” struck out, hitting Young Master Muzhong heavily with a sound like thunder and drumming, truly startling. Cui Xuanliang wailed loudly, about to strike a second palm when Young Master Muzhong had already extended his left hand, gripping Cui Xuanliang’s wrist like lightning, then solemnly turned around to stare coldly at the young man before him.

Young Master Muzhong was very tall, like a giant. Originally Cui Xuanliang was over eight feet tall and not much shorter than this man, yet now as they stood facing each other, Cui Xuanliang seemed like a small child. Under the other’s intimidating stare, his knees trembled slightly. He wanted to speak but had no strength, wanted to fight but had no courage. Finally he could only lower his head to look at his toes, his eyes slowly turning red and moist as he began to sob.

Young Master Muzhong grinned, released his right hand, and the Japanese man collapsed like mud, unknown whether dead or alive. He stared at Cui Xuanliang, patted his handsome face, then stepped forward and brushed past the young man.

Watching the Koreans pass by one by one, Cui Xuanliang could only hang his handsome face down, sobbing quietly, not even having the courage to speak. Seeing Cui Zhongjiu come to his side and give him a sinister smile, Cui Xuanliang finally burst into loud sobs. He turned and ran toward the deck, opened an iron chest, and rummaged frantically inside as if he had gone mad.

Seeing Cui Xuanliang so cowardly, the sailors all secretly shed tears, thinking Second Master’s revenge could not be avenged. The Korean martial officials knew these people posed no threat, so they lifted the Japanese man and were about to board their ship when suddenly they heard a “whoosh” sound. Light scattered from Cui Xuanliang’s hands as something flew into the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a streak of fire in the fog flying higher and faster, reaching the very top of the sky. With a thunderous boom, the sky burst into golden light.

The firework exploded, sending out brilliant radiance in this foggy bitter sea, dyeing the ocean golden yellow. Everyone was shocked. Only then did they see a young man holding a cloth banner, climbing up the mast. They watched him climb to the top and cry out loudly, “Someone come! Who will save us! Someone come quickly!” The cloth banner fluttered in the wind, embroidered with the characters “Sun and Moon.”

Cui Xuanliang wailed mournfully, desperately waving the Sun and Moon flag, loudly calling to all Han Chinese compatriots under heaven for rescue. The Sun and Moon flag… the banner for expelling the Tatars… Seeing the royal standard fluttering in the sky, the sailors couldn’t help but weep like rain. In this vast bitter sea, turning back was the shore, but now Admiral Sanbao had long passed away, and Emperor Yongle was also gone. In these declining times, Han Chinese everywhere were scattered and self-defeating, too busy despising their compatriots to have time to rescue them.

Seeing Cui Xuanliang’s wild imagination in calling for help, the Korean martial officials couldn’t help but laugh silently, knowing there wasn’t a single ship within a hundred li radius, so they walked back toward their own ship. Just as they stepped onto the gangplank, they suddenly heard another “whoosh” as a streak of fire rose through the fog, followed by a thunderous explosion.

The sky changed color, slowly being dyed blood red. Looking through the fog, it was truly brilliant and magnificent.

All the sailors were stunned, because this firework was the “Red Fire Star” of Admiral Sanbao’s fleet, the signal cannon of the left wing vanguard of the Western Ocean treasure ships. Now after many years, someone had actually fired it into the sky – what was happening?

In their amazement, they suddenly saw Cui Xuanliang pointing into the distance, wailing mournfully, “Look! Look! Admiral Sanbao has come! Admiral Sanbao has come! Admiral Sanbao has come to save Uncle!”

The greatest hero of the Central Plains seas was none other than Admiral Sanbao, whose reputation was as high as a sea god. Hearing the name “Admiral Sanbao,” the sailors were struck as if by lightning. One by one they ran to the ship’s rail, all crying out loudly, “Admiral Sanbao! Admiral Sanbao!” Amid the crying and shouting, they suddenly heard the sound of oars from the sea surface. The distant fog stirred, and truly a ship was coming.

The Koreans felt a chill in their hearts and all stopped in their tracks. They saw a banner floating in the thick fog bearing the characters “Proclaim Might.” Seventeen years ago, during Admiral Sanbao’s final voyage, the left wing vanguard fleet had fifteen ships, and the flagship was indeed “Proclaim Might.” The Korean martial officials looked at each other, all feeling somewhat apprehensive, not knowing if Chinese warships were truly sailing in these waters.

Young Master Muzhong possessed exceptional composure. Seeing the situation change, he was in no hurry to leave. He simply crossed his arms and stared into the distance.

The sound of water splashing came as oars truly could be heard in the distance. The banner drew closer, slowly breaking through the fog as a bamboo raft emerged with one person standing on it, wearing a rain cape and bamboo hat, holding a large banner with “Proclaim Might” written on it.

“Haha! Haha! Wahahahaha!” The Korean martial officials really couldn’t contain their laughter and all burst out laughing, while the sailors were dumbfounded. Seeing the earlier signal cannon fired so high as if a great army was arriving, who knew it would be thunder with little rain – just this single lonely boat, how could it not make people burst with laughter?

Amid the laughter, the bamboo raft had already sailed through the gap between the two large ships. A voice called from the raft, “Friends on the ship, was that signal cannon fired by you just now?”

Hearing someone on the raft asking, Old Chen and Old Lin wanted to answer, but with the Korean martial officials watching nearby, no one dared utter a word. As everyone hesitated nervously, Cui Xuanliang had already hurriedly climbed down from the mast. He ran to the ship’s rail and wailed loudly, “I fired that cannon! I fired that cannon! Friend! Come up quickly! Hurry!”

With a splash, light waves rippled on the sea surface as a human figure leaped up. The person touched the ship’s side and his form rose several more feet. Everyone’s eyes blurred, and suddenly there was a man before them.

One wave had not settled when another arose. The newcomer’s qinggong was extremely high – he was clearly a martial artist. The Korean officials coughed and looked toward Young Master Muzhong. Young Master Muzhong remained expressionless throughout, only lowering his face and nodding. Liu Juyong immediately stepped forward while Cui Zhongjiu, Shen Yubai and others placed hands on their sword hilts, eyes showing killing intent.

Seeing the Korean officials surrounding him, the man showed no caution whatsoever. He removed his bamboo hat and took off his rain cape, revealing a long sword on his back and wearing a black and white robe. About twenty-one or twenty-two years old, he was indeed a young hero. He planted the flag pole on the ship and was about to speak when he suddenly saw blood all over the ground and a corpse lying there. He couldn’t help being greatly shocked: “This… what’s happening? How is there a dead person here?”

Cui Xuanliang was in tears, sobbing so hard he couldn’t speak. Old Lin and Old Chen also stammered incoherently, but the two maidservants could still talk. They pointed at the group of Korean martial officials and cried, “They’re bad people! They stopped Boss Cui’s ship and killed people randomly! Young hero, please uphold justice for us!”

The white-robed young man was slightly startled and hurriedly looked at the group of officials. He saw they all carried swords and blades, looking at him with unfriendly expressions. He snorted and said sternly, “Who are you people? Quickly state your names!”

Seeing another person coming to seek death, all the Korean officials lowered their heads, glanced at each other, but none responded. The white-robed young hero said coldly, “Friends, are you perhaps deaf? What happened to the person lying on the ground? Did you harm him? Speak quickly!”

His tone was stern, as if issuing orders. Heavy footsteps sounded as Liu Juyong walked forward. He took a deep breath, his gaze cold and stern, pointing toward the side to indicate the other should make way.

The white-robed young hero remained unmoved, instead crossing his arms and stepping forward provocatively. Liu Juyong smiled without speaking, only lowering his head as his thumb slowly pushed open the sword hilt and he drew a light breath.

Old Chen said tremblingly, “Young hero… this man’s martial arts are very formidable, you… you must be extremely careful…”

The young man smiled broadly and waved his hand to indicate no problem, when suddenly there was a loud “clang” as the “Great Martial Divine King Sword” left its sheath to strike. Sparks flew on the deck as it struck squarely on the white-robed young hero’s back – this sword had indeed found its mark.

In the complete silence, everyone held their breath. Cui Xuanliang also opened his mouth wide, waiting for the white-robed man to bleed profusely and fall dead, but heard him laugh, “Fast sword, but you struck the wrong place.” As he spoke, he turned around, revealing the precious sword hanging diagonally on his back.

“Excellent!” The young hero’s expression was extremely carefree, and immediately the deck erupted in cheers, everyone’s applause completely sincere. This white-robed young man had such a confident nature that when the bronze ancient sword struck, he refused to draw the precious sword on his back to block, simply turning around to use the weapon on his back to ward off the opponent’s killing move. This move looked good but was inevitably too risky – if the sword had fallen even an inch off, or if his own precious sword wasn’t as sharp as his opponent’s, he would have been cut in half immediately.

This “Great Martial Divine King Sword” was an ancient Korean divine weapon. Everyone had seen it previously cut through knives and break spears, yet it couldn’t sever the white-robed young man’s sword, proving this blade must have significant origins. If Cui Fengxian were here, he could surely identify this person’s background, but the sailors weren’t people of the martial world, and Cui Xuanliang was also young and inexperienced, so naturally none could recognize his origins.

Having blocked Liu Juyong’s surprise attack, the young hero had already amazed everyone with his skill. He blocked the Korean officials’ path, seeing they were still holding a man whose eyes were tightly closed as if unconscious, couldn’t help being curious again: “Who is this person? Why are you holding him?”

He reached out to pull the Japanese man when suddenly there was a loud “buzz” as the “Great Martial Divine King Sword” struck at his chest again. Quick as lightning, the white-robed young man flipped backward to avoid the opponent’s bronze sword, then gripped the divine weapon on his back and swiftly drew it. A white rainbow cut through the fog with brilliant radiance, forcing everyone to turn their faces away. With a tremendous clang and buzzing sounds spiraling skyward, the “Great Martial Divine King Sword” wavered. Looking again at the young hero, he also held a precious sword in his hand – straight-bladed with seal script patterns cast on its surface reading “Emei Feathered Scholar.”

“The White Eyebrow Sword of Mount Emei!” Cui Zhongjiu was suddenly shocked. “You… what relation are you to Bai Biyu?” The white-robed young man smiled, “I am Bai Yuntian. When you mention my great-uncle’s name, you’d better be respectful.” As he spoke, he flourished his sword in a flower pattern, three strikes in succession circling toward Liu Juyong.

A master from Mount Emei had arrived. All the sailors were startled. Seeing the white-robed young man give his name as “Bai Yuntian,” when he made his moves his robes fluttered like an immortal transcending the mortal world, and his techniques were also quite elegant and flowing.

Liu Juyong didn’t reply either. With a “swish” of breaking wind, his long sword thrust in reverse, its jade shadow and dark light – the “Great Martial Divine King Sword” counterattacking.

Clang clang clang clang – the deck erupted with the sound of clashing blades. White light streaked like a rainbow from Bai Yuntian’s divine weapon while jade shadows gleamed green from the “Korean Scholar’s” bronze ancient sword. Both sides fought speed with speed, their moves dense and intricate. Each time the precious swords touched, they exploded with piercing sharp sounds, making the deck bloom with silver flowers and sparks, truly dazzling.

The two fought faster and faster, both attacking without defending, their moves vicious. Every sword struck the opponent’s weapon, and in a moment they had collided hundreds or thousands of times. Gradually, Liu Juyong’s breathing quickened as he was forced back by his opponent. This wasn’t because his techniques were inferior, but because the white-robed young man’s precious sword was too sharp. Each time their weapons met, his “Great Martial Divine King Sword” would buzz loudly, and fine bronze shavings would fly out where sparks exploded. If they continued this hard clash, his bronze ancient sword would surely be destroyed in this battle.

Seeing the “Korean Scholar” at a disadvantage, the “Baekje Master” was about to enter the fray. Cui Zhongjiu raised his “Baekje Blade,” dragging his lame leg as he slowly approached. With a “swish,” the “Baekje Blade” was drawn, its light like snow, quite brilliant. Cui Zhongjiu focused on watching the two men’s fierce battle, then gripped the handle with both hands and slowly assumed the two-handed sword stance: “Thunderbolt Upper Kill.”

The “Baekje Blade” was shaped like a Japanese sword – called a blade but actually a two-handed sword. The blade weighed twenty pounds with an extremely long grip, requiring both hands when wielded. This move “Thunderbolt Upper Kill” concentrated qi like a mountain and had only two techniques when executed: one called “Leopard Head Strike” and another “Cleaving Mount Hua Alone.” If the opponent’s strength was insufficient or their weapon inferior, they would often be cut in half along with their sword.

Seeing the “Baekje Master” approach, Bai Yuntian showed no fear whatsoever. While exchanging moves with the “Korean Scholar,” he observed Cui Zhongjiu with his peripheral vision, his expression carefree as if confident of victory.

Cui Zhongjiu chuckled and raised his precious blade high over his head, about to charge forward when someone grabbed him. Slightly startled, he looked back to see Young Master Muzhong had arrived. Young Master Muzhong frowned with downcast eyes, coldly observing. Seeing Liu Juyong retreating step by step and gradually losing, he suddenly reached into the air, and Shen Yubai’s waist sword left its sheath and flew over. With a “buzz,” Young Master Muzhong flicked with his middle finger, hitting the sword hilt. Immediately the blade spun incredibly fast, shooting straight toward Bai Yuntian.

Suddenly fierce winds arose before Bai Yuntian. Before the single blade even reached him, a blinding strong wind had already struck, forcing him unable to open his eyes. He was greatly terrified, never expecting such an absolute master to be hidden among the enemy. In panic he hastily dodged left, but the single blade continued flying through the air toward his chest, as if it had calculated his retreat route.

Seeing his opponent’s martial arts were unfathomably deep, Bai Yuntian was even more frightened. In desperation he could only turn his precious sword to block the single blade directly.

After the tremendous clang, the single blade shattered in all directions, shooting toward all sides. Everyone on the ship was shocked and sought cover. Cui Xuanliang also threw himself over the two maidservants, fearing they might be injured.

“Thud, thud” sounds continued endlessly as the deck was studded with blade fragments. Looking at Bai Yuntian, his tiger’s mouth had already split and bled, his precious sword not only shocked from his hand but his arms and thighs were also bloody, pierced by over ten blade fragments. He staggered back to the stern, his face full of terror.

Young Master Muzhong’s martial arts were so high they were rarely seen in the world. With just one move, he had beaten the invincible Bai Yuntian to complete defeat. He glanced sideways, surveying the entire scene as if asking whether anyone else wanted to challenge him.

After a long moment, he flicked his robe sleeves and the officials again lifted the Japanese man, about to board their ship and leave, when they heard Bai Yuntian laugh heartily: “Excellent! You rely on numbers to win and bully me like this – don’t blame me for finding helpers.”

Hearing he still wanted to seek help, everyone was curious. But Bai Yuntian said nothing more, only taking a small suona from his waist and blowing it toward the sky.

“Wu wu… wu wu…” Though the suona was small in form, its voice was loud, immediately carrying far into the distance.

“Wu… wu…” In an instant, suona sounds also came from deep in the fog, melodious and far-reaching, continuing endlessly.

There was a response from deep in the fog. The Koreans were surprised and uncertain, not knowing who was coming. They heard Bai Yuntian shout with gathered breath: “Father! I’m here! I’m here!”

Gradually the suona sounds from the fog became clearer. The sea surface heaved violently as if some giant creature was approaching. Just as they felt terrified, suddenly there was a loud “bang” as the Korean warship was violently rammed, causing the merchant ship to shake up and down. Some people grabbed the ship’s rail while others fell to the ground, but all opened their mouths wide in unison, looking up toward the starboard side.

“Wu… wu wu…” The thick fog on the starboard side dispersed as a giant ship quietly sailed up beside the Korean warship. It was more than twice the size of Cui Fengxian’s ship. The western mast hung a square banner reading “Longqing,” with another signal flag to the right reading “Proclaim Might.” In the center was a brocade royal standard flying high, inscribed with “Sun and Moon.”

So many years had passed… the Sun and Moon flag, that banner for expelling the Tatars, had finally reappeared on the great sea. For a moment, the sailors were moved to tears, all kneeling down and weeping loudly: “Long live! Long live! Long live forever!”

One hundred forty-four zhang long, eighteen zhang wide, nine masts and twelve sails fore and aft – the ship’s size was unrivaled in the world. This was the final relic left by Admiral Sanbao. The giant ships that once brought fame overseas had been dismantled and abandoned by the court after Emperor Yongle’s death. Now this lone surviving giant ship appeared again – how could the sailors not be excited?

Wu wu… wu wu… The suona sounds responded one after another as three giant ships formed a line in the bitter sea: “Proclaim Grace,” “Proclaim Virtue,” “Proclaim Martial” – the remaining “Four Ships of Proclaim Might” from the Longqing court. Among these four ships, “Proclaim Might” was the flagship while the others were escort warships protecting the front flanks. All ships had tiger head carvings at the front and painted phoenixes on both wings, looking like great golden-winged roc birds, majestic and incomparably massive.

The situation had taken a dramatic turn. Chinese warships had arrived. At this moment “Proclaim Might” pushed aside the Korean warship, its bow connecting with the stern of Cui Fengxian’s ship. With a bang, the gangplank lowered and a group of people walked up.

Chinese reinforcements had arrived. The leader wore golden armor and a golden helmet, about forty years old – clearly a “Commander-in-Chief General.” Though dressed as a military officer, he had refined and elegant bearing with a transcendent demeanor, truly possessing the manner of a great nation. About ten attendants followed beside him, with a middle-aged beautiful woman standing at the back of the group, also snow-white and proper, presumably the commander’s family member.

The deck was in chaos, covered with weapons, with a man lying in a pool of blood, life or death unknown. The commander frowned deeply, turning to look at the white-robed young man, seeing he was bloodstained and lightly wounded. He couldn’t help snorting: “Yuntian, didn’t father tell you to come observe the situation? How did you end up fighting again?”

Hearing the middle-aged man’s question, Bai Yuntian immediately pointed at the Korean martial officials and said loudly: “These people are violent and domineering, truly detestable. Your child couldn’t stand watching and got into a fight with them.”

The middle-aged man looked up, seeing the enemy warship flying a royal standard inscribed “Bright Morning Korea,” couldn’t help shaking his head in reproach: “There you go again. Do you think this is the foot of Mount Emei where you can fight indiscriminately without distinguishing right from wrong? What are these people’s origins? Did you ask clearly?”

Bai Yuntian coughed: “This… your child didn’t ask.”

The commander sighed: “Nonsense, nonsense. Look at you, always showing off your bravery and fighting. You’re wounded again, aren’t you?” As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged beautiful woman had already hurried forward anxiously: “What? Yuntian is injured again? Quickly find a doctor.”

The middle-aged beautiful woman was fair and lovely, bearing some resemblance to Bai Yuntian – undoubtedly his mother. Indeed, Bai Yuntian said in a low voice: “Mother, it’s just a light wound. Don’t fuss and make a big deal of it here – it’s embarrassing.”

The beautiful woman said coquettishly: “What’s embarrassing? You’re hurt from fighting and mother can’t even look? She was gentle and beautiful. Watching her carefully roll up her son’s sleeves to bandage his wounds with such loving care, she seemed willing to die for her son. But Bai Yuntian looked embarrassed, glancing left and right, apparently afraid of being laughed at in public.

Bai Yuntian had scratches on his arms and several cuts on his thighs, which earned him his mother’s devoted care. Poor Cui Fengxian lay dead on the ground covered in blood, yet no one paid him any attention. With a thud, Cui Xuanliang knelt down, sobbing and kowtowing: “Sir! My uncle was killed by them, I beg you, sir! I beg you! Please uphold justice for us!”

Seeing Cui Xuanliang weeping and wailing, Bai Bixia couldn’t help frowning deeply: “Zhang Yong, go ask what happened here.” At this time Bai Yuntian’s precious sword still lay on the deck. An attendant emerged from the crowd to pick it up – this was Zhang Yong. He asked: “Are you people from Korea?”

Young Master Muzhong considered himself above responding to such questions. Shen Yubai stepped forward instead: “Indeed. I am Shen Yubai, Armed Commander of Korea’s Gyeongbok Palace. May I respectfully ask the general’s name?” The attendant said indifferently: “I am Zhang Yong, Naval Instructor of the Proclaim Might ship.”

Shen Yubai was extremely respectful, quickly bowing: “I pay my respects to General Zhang.”

At that time, China’s national power dominated the Eastern seas. When Chinese ships sailed forth, it was like the emperor’s imperial processions with extraordinary grandeur. Zhang Yong accepted his courtesy but neither acknowledged nor responded. He looked left and right, suddenly noticing all the Korean martial officials carried blades, and cannons were mounted on their ship all aimed at the deck. He couldn’t help frowning: “Commander Shen, you’ve made such a grand display to intercept this merchant ship – what exactly are you trying to do?”

Shen Yubai hastily replied: “In response to General Zhang’s question, we are following our sovereign’s orders to pursue Japanese pirates in this area. Who knew these pirates would be so cunning and clever, actually hiding aboard your country’s merchant ship? We had no choice but to stop the ship and board to search and capture them.”

The attendant made an “oh” sound. Seeing the Korean martial officials still holding that Japanese man, he asked: “Is this fellow the pirate you mentioned?” Shen Yubai quickly said: “Exactly. This person is utterly wicked, harming good people. We have arrested him and will shortly escort him back to our country for trial.”

The attendant neither agreed nor disagreed. Looking around, he also saw Cui Fengxian lying on the ground: “What about this man? How did he die here?”

Shen Yubai hurriedly said: “This was the owner of this ship. For some reason, he insisted on harboring that fugitive. First he spoke rudely, then argued and shouted, and finally even fought with us. We had no choice but to draw swords in self-defense, resulting in casualties.”

“Lies! Lies!” Cui Xuanliang rushed over, wailing mournfully: “Dozens of you attacked him alone, and you call it self-defense?” He was about to charge forward to fight, but the sailors held him back while the two maidservants also hurried to persuade him, telling him to be patient and let their country’s officials handle matters.

The attendant frowned deeply: “Friends, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but Korea and China are like one family and should prioritize harmony. You struck rather too heavily – how could you kill someone?”

Shen Yubai sighed: “The general doesn’t understand. This ship owner also knew martial arts. If we hadn’t acted in self-defense, the ones lying in pools of blood now would probably be us officials.” He then said quietly: “General Zhang, we’re pressed for time and cannot stay long. Could you perhaps accommodate us and let our ship depart soon?”

Before Zhang Yong could speak, a wooden box had already appeared in his hands – Shen Yubai had slipped it to him. He was startled and hefted the box, feeling its weight without knowing what was inside. He quietly opened it and was shocked to see gold gleaming within – it was filled with gold bars.

Shen Yubai whispered in his ear: “General Zhang, harmony is precious between our two countries. Please help us smooth things over.”

At this time the Chinese warships held the advantage with four giant ships flanking them front and back. If the other side insisted on being difficult, the Korean warship would likely suffer greatly. Seeing Shen Yubai being so courteous, Zhang Yong couldn’t help smiling slightly. He picked up the wooden box and was about to speak when he heard sobbing nearby: “Officer… you cannot take it…”

Everyone was startled and turned to look – it was Cui Xuanliang again. They saw this child with tear-reddened eyes, kneeling on the ground, tightly hugging Zhang Yong’s leg and crying: “Officer… you are our people’s military official, you cannot take their money. If you need money, I have some too…” He took out a handful of broken silver from his bosom, holding it in his palms while weeping continuously.

Zhang Yong felt both ashamed and angry, shouting: “Who said I wanted money? Let go!” He lifted his foot and kicked Cui Xuanliang, scattering the broken silver all over the ground. Cui Xuanliang dared neither fight back nor let go, only hugging the man’s leg and sobbing.

Zhang Yong was somewhat embarrassed by this commotion. He looked toward Shen Yubai: “How to handle this matter is not for me alone to decide – I must return and ask my superior.” He was about to turn around when someone grabbed him. Looking back, he saw a man with a lame leg – Cui Zhongjiu had arrived. He grasped Zhang Yong’s shoulder with a smile: “General, please wait a moment. Might your master’s surname be Bai?”

Zhang Yong was startled: “You… you know my commander?”

Cui Zhongjiu smiled: “I’ve long heard that Commander Bai Bixia hails from Mount Emei, his swordsmanship is divine, and his literary talent even more renowned among high officials, earning the title ‘Scholar-Swordsman Supreme.’ Though I’ve been long in foreign lands, I greatly admire him. Might I have the fortune to pay my respects today?”

Cui Zhongjiu had long navigated official circles and deeply understood human nature. Indeed, as soon as he spoke, footsteps sounded behind him as the “Commander Bai” personally approached, stroking his beard with a slight smile: “This must be the ‘Baekje Master’ Cui Zhongjiu, the great hero?”

Hearing the other recognize him, Cui Zhongjiu was naturally pleased and quickly bowed respectfully: “I dare not, I dare not. Before Commander Bai, who dares call himself a great hero? Though we are far in Korea, we also know that ‘Naval Commander’ Bai Bixia excels in both literary and martial arts – first place in provincial examinations for literature, champion in the capital for martial arts. Seeing you today, you truly have divine bearing. The title ‘Scholar-Swordsman Supreme’ is no empty reputation.”

Bai Bixia felt pleased inwardly but couldn’t show excessive satisfaction on his face: “Master Cui is too kind. Earlier my unruly son acted rashly – if there was any offense, please be understanding.” Cui Zhongjiu exclaimed: “So that young hero is your son? No wonder his moves were so fierce and swift. If we had practiced a few years less, we probably wouldn’t be seeing you now, sir.”

Cui Zhongjiu was quite astute, his official skills far surpassing Shen Yubai’s. With a few words, not only did Bai Bixia take no offense, he actually laughed heartily: “Master Cui jests. My son has only recently completed his training – a young calf unafraid of tigers, just rash and impetuous. If Master Cui hadn’t shown mercy earlier, where would he still have his life?”

Speaking enthusiastically, he waved his hand: “Yuntian, come here.”

Before he finished speaking, someone immediately crawled to his feet, sobbing mournfully: “Sir… my uncle was killed by them, sir… you must uphold justice for me… sir…”

Cui Xuanliang had come again. He had been eavesdropping on their conversation nearby. Seeing both sides chatting happily like old friends meeting in foreign lands, fearing they might turn enemies into friends, he knelt over again with loud wails.

Bai Bixia had been in good spirits, but seeing this child constantly crying, he became somewhat irritated. He frowned: “Don’t kneel there – stand up and speak.” Cui Xuanliang was actually just a child who had grown up under his uncle’s protection all his life – where had he seen such grand scenes? He stood up still weeping, constantly wiping his tears, looking extremely pitiful.

The “Proclaim Might” ship carried not only court military officials but also some merchant guests. Hearing something had happened, they all crowded onto the giant ship’s rail to watch. Under everyone’s gaze, with Cui Xuanliang sobbing uncontrollably, Bai Bixia naturally couldn’t ignore him: “Young brother, what is your name?”

Cui Xuanliang cried: “I… my surname is Cui… named Xuanliang…”

Bai Bixia nodded: “Was that signal cannon we saw earlier fired by you?” Cui Xuanliang cried: “Yes… that cannon was fired by me…” Bai Bixia said: “How do you have Admiral Sanbao’s signal cannon? Did you steal it?”

Cui Xuanliang wailed: “No, no! That signal cannon was left to my uncle by Admiral Sanbao.” Zhang Yong snorted: “Nonsense. What kind of person was Admiral Sanbao? How would he associate with a ship runner? Don’t boast wildly.”

Cui Xuanliang said through tears: “My uncle really knew Admiral Sanbao. He… he used to be a naval official too, but after the emperor died, he said petty men controlled the court, so it was better not to be an official anymore, and bought his own ship to go to sea…”

Zhang Yong angrily said: “Audacious troublemaker! What do you mean petty men control the court? When did the emperor die? You speak without restraint – are you trying to rebel?” Cui Xuanliang was so frightened he fell to his knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic and crying for mercy.

Bai Bixia held back his subordinate: “Enough. The emperor this child mentions refers to the former Emperor Yongle.” He pondered for a while, then said: “Young brother, you say your uncle was former subordinate of Admiral Sanbao. What was his honorable name and title?”

Cui Xuanliang choked: “My uncle has the same surname as me, also Cui…” Zhang Yong frowned: “If your uncle’s surname isn’t Cui, is it perhaps Turtle?” The attendants couldn’t help laughing when they heard this.

Bai Bixia saw this child was tall and large but spoke quite childishly, apparently lacking proper upbringing. He couldn’t help sighing: “Young brother, do you know what your uncle’s position was in the army?”

Cui Xuanliang shook his head crying – he knew nothing. Old Chen quickly knelt over, saying through tears: “Sir, our Second Master’s surname was Cui, full name Fengxian. He used to be Admiral Sanbao’s Vice Commander, commanding six ships of the Central Army’s Left Battalion. We were all helmsmen and sailors under his command.”

Admiral Sanbao’s fleet was enormous in those days. When the full fleet sailed, they formed “Noble” character formations, divided into five Central Army battalions, five Left Vanguard battalions, five Right Vanguard battalions, plus horse ships, grain ships, and water ships bringing up the rear – sixty-two treasure ships and countless smaller vessels. This Cui Fengxian once commanded the Central Army’s Left Battalion, controlling six ships – truly impressive authority.

Human feelings in recent years had grown thin as water. With time passing and Yongle veterans mostly gone, whether Bai Bixia truly didn’t know or was pretending, he pondered for a long while and claimed ignorance: “I’ve never heard of this person. How long has he been retired?”

The sailors wailed: “Sir, don’t underestimate our Second Master! He was a Yongle veteran who followed the founder at age ten, fought the Mongols, sailed the Western Ocean, and made great contributions for all Han Chinese. When he went to sea, you were probably just a small child!”

This was indeed true. Cui Fengxian was now sixty-four. When he crossed the oceans years ago, he was only in his early thirties. At that time Bai Bixia was only thirteen or fourteen – an ignorant age when he knew nothing of Eastern or Western oceans.

The sailors hadn’t read many books and inevitably spoke offensively. Having been lectured by them, Bai Bixia naturally felt displeased. Zhang Yong approached and whispered: “Sir, what should we do now? Should we let these Koreans leave?”

Bai Bixia moved aside and said quietly: “Korea has always been a friendly nation to China – we shouldn’t create major conflicts. If we arbitrarily detain them, it will certainly cause great disturbance.” Zhang Yong whispered: “So you mean to let them go, sir?”

Bai Bixia said indifferently: “Otherwise what would you do? Really detain them?”

Zhang Yong repeatedly agreed, glanced at Cui Xuanliang, and whispered again: “What about the aggrieved party?” Bai Bixia said: “Both sides have faults in this matter, leading to this unfortunate outcome. Shortly you’ll retrieve that box of gold bars and leave them all for that child as compensation. After he receives the money, he’ll be much easier to talk to.”

Zhang Yong smiled: “Sir is wise. These common people are greedy for money – give them some money and they’ll have nothing more to say.” He was about to turn and handle matters when he was stopped again. Bai Bixia took out a name card from his bosom and instructed: “Remember to give my name card to that man surnamed Shen, have him present it to the Korean king, and make sure he knows who did this favor.”

Zhang Yong smiled: “Sir, rest assured, your subordinate understands.” He found Shen Yubai, whispered briefly, then took the wooden box and walked before Cui Xuanliang: “Young brother, your uncle harbored pirates and was at fault first, forcing them to act and causing this accident. Look, I’ve talked my mouth dry finally getting some benefit back for you. Quickly take this gold and stop making trouble.”

Cui Xuanliang was stunned, never expecting things would develop this way. He murmured: “Then… what about my uncle? You’re not going to care anymore?” Zhang Yong said indifferently: “The dead cannot return to life, especially when your uncle was at fault first – who can he blame?” Too lazy to say more, he turned and walked away.

Cui Xuanliang stared blankly at the gold on the ground as tears rolled down. He never imagined that the homeland reinforcements he had desperately hoped for would treat him this way. Seeing Bai Bixia turning to leave, he suddenly threw himself forward, desperately hugging the man’s leg and crying: “Sir! I don’t want money, I don’t want money! I only want you to uphold justice!”

Bai Bixia frowned deeply. As a martial artist, he could easily kick this youth far away with a light lift of his leg, or order attendants to pull him off with a single command, yet he was still firmly held.

Bai Bixia remained still for a long time, having been entangled. The attendants on both sides wanted to step forward, but without the commander’s order, none dared act rashly. Seeing Cui Xuanliang crying so pitifully, a middle-aged beautiful woman came out, crouched down to comfort him: “Young brother, my husband is actually doing this for your good. They say it’s better to resolve grievances than maintain them – even if you killed these Korean officials, your uncle still couldn’t come back to life. Here, if you think the money is too little, I have some more.”

Taking pity on this child, she produced several bank notes and was about to give them when suddenly Cui Xuanliang shrieked mournfully, pushing the beautiful woman down and crying: “Go away! Who wants your stinking money! Go away! Go away!”

The beautiful woman had no martial arts skills. With an “ah,” she fell backward, but Bai Yuntian quickly stepped forward to support her, angrily saying: “Boy! My mother was trying to help you kindly – don’t be so ungrateful!” Cui Xuanliang ignored him, only hugging Bai Bixia’s leg and crying: “Sir! You cannot leave, you must uphold justice! Sir, sir!”

Seeing this child clinging desperately and refusing to let Bai Bixia go, they say father and son are connected at heart – Bai Yuntian could no longer restrain himself and shouted: “Stinking brat! Wrongs have sources, debts have owners! If you want revenge, can’t you go yourself? My father didn’t kill your uncle – why are you pestering him?”

This reminded Cui Xuanliang. He opened his mouth wide and quickly turned his head, seeing the Korean warship approaching again with all the officials turning around, ready to board and leave at any moment. He cried out and drew the dagger from his uncle’s waist, wailing mournfully: “I don’t need you anymore! I’ll get revenge myself! I’ll get revenge myself!”

This move of “transferring disaster to Jiangdong” was quite effective. Seeing Cui Xuanliang charging over like a madman, all the Korean officials lamented bitterly, knowing that once this child latched onto them, none could escape. But to kill or injure him would be unconscionable. Cui Zhongjiu shouted: “Young brother! Don’t come over, or don’t blame me for showing no mercy!”

Cui Xuanliang wailed: “Kill me then! Let me go see my uncle! Uncle! Uncle!” The sailors feared he would go to his death – some pulled, some tugged, but none could stop him. Seeing chaos everywhere, the two maidservants hurried to the inner cabin, desperately banging on the cabin door and crying: “Master! Master! Come out quickly and persuade Young Master Cui – his uncle has been killed!”

The two maidservants shouted themselves hoarse, but there was no movement inside the door. Whether Xu Erzheng was too old and deaf or had been scared to death inside, he made no sound.

Everything was chaotic. Seeing Cui Xuanliang charging over, Cui Zhongjiu was extremely annoyed and frowned: “Young brother, don’t blame me.” He gripped his blade hilt tightly. With a buzz, the blade edge emerged from its sheath, slashing toward Cui Xuanliang’s left foot. After severing this child’s foot tendons, he naturally couldn’t act rashly anymore.

Cui Xuanliang was originally from a prominent family, but first his emotions were agitated, second his combat experience was shallow, and third the “Baekje Master” was indeed extraordinarily skilled, his martial arts absolutely not inferior to the “Korean Scholar.” When this blade struck out, the young man could hardly dodge – his left foot was definitely crippled.

With a loud clang, a seven-colored phantom light flashed across the deck as something flew horizontally through the air, forcing Cui Zhongjiu to lean back. His blade struck empty air while Cui Xuanliang held his dagger crying and shouting, about to rush over and stab wildly, but was grabbed and held by someone.

“Don’t hold me back! Don’t hold me back!” He held the dagger, still crying and shouting loudly. But he heard an aged voice behind him advising: “Child, a gentleman’s revenge is not too late after three years. The villains are powerful now – wait until you strengthen yourself one day and master your martial arts, then this old Taoist will definitely accompany you to settle this score.”

Cui Xuanliang cried: “Who are you?”

Everyone turned around to see an old Taoist standing on the deck with a ruddy complexion and a long grizzled beard. They watched him raise his hand, making iron chains clatter loudly. A flash of seven-colored phantom light passed as something flew back behind him – it was a chain sword. He said calmly: “This old Taoist is Bu Guzi of Dian Cang.”

Hearing that the Dian Cang sect master had arrived, everyone was slightly startled. Though the martial world was vast, regarding swordsmanship specifically, Wudang was considered the purest, Emei the strongest, and Dian Cang the most mysterious. Mount Dian Cang housed many precious swords, and sword techniques paired with divine weapons were indispensable. Especially the sect’s unique skill called “Cloud Gate Flying Sword” had been lost for three full generations until this “Bu Guzi” took over as sect master and restored it to the world.

Though the current Dian Cang lineage had only a few people, each possessed supreme skills. Cui Zhongjiu remained expressionless, only gripping his blade hilt and watching Bu Guzi warily. But the old Taoist had no intention of fighting, only leading Cui Xuanliang aside a few steps and saying gently: “Brother Cui, is your family originally from Anhui with a martial art called ‘Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm’?”

Cui Xuanliang wailed: “Yes! My father is Cui Fengxun! ‘Invincible Cui’ Cui Fengxun! ‘Lord Guangcheng’ Cui Fengxun! Do you know him? Do you know him?”

Cui Fengxun’s fame was extremely great, far surpassing his younger brother. Hearing the title “Invincible Cui,” Bai Bixia immediately exclaimed “Ah,” only now learning that this unremarkable youth was actually a descendant of one of Emperor Yongle’s Eight Tigers – he had truly underestimated him. Bu Guzi sighed: “Cui Guangcheng and Wei Youfeng were both famous generals under Emperor Yongle. One internal, one external, together called ‘Dragon Commander and Tiger General’ – who in the world doesn’t know them? Only those wet-behind-the-ears young sprouts would fail to recognize Mount Tai.”

At this time Bai Bixia was returning to his ship. Hearing these mocking words, his brow couldn’t help frowning slightly as his steps slowed. Zhang Yong said coldly: “Taoist Bu Guzi, what filthy nonsense are you spouting?”

Bu Guzi ignored him, only grasping Cui Xuanliang’s hand and saying softly: “Child, you are the descendant of a meritorious minister, son of a tiger general. Now the nation cannot protect you, and the court is full of arrogant rulers and flattering ministers who only know about promotions and wealth, seeking personal gain – all despicable petty men. The more isolated your situation, the more you must learn patience. Don’t let your uncle die in vain, understand?”

These words were extremely harsh, not only criticizing all the civil and military officials present but even damaging the emperor’s dignity. If this could be tolerated, what couldn’t be? All the attendants showed angry expressions. Bai Yuntian couldn’t restrain himself and angrily shouted: “Old Taoist Bu Guzi! My father respects your advanced age and has treated you as an honored guest these past days, letting you ride our ship and eat our food – don’t be too ungrateful!”

Bu Guzi frowned: “Your family’s ship? How’s that? Does this ship not fly red flags but white flags instead?” He pretended to look around, glancing left and right.

The current emperor’s surname was Zhu, so Bu Guzi’s mention of “red” referred to this. Bai Yuntian couldn’t out-argue him and turned pale with anger. The middle-aged beautiful woman pulled her son back, saying quietly: “Forget it, don’t argue with him.”

Bu Guzi smiled: “Lady Bai is indeed magnanimous. Sharing the imperial bed, the old man won’t bow. Young Master Bai, when your mother gives you a prince brother in the future, your Bai family will certainly rise to great heights. Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! Hahahaha!”

Hearing this, Lady Bai turned pale with anger while father and son Bai Bixia and Bai Yuntian trembled all over with murderous intent in their eyes. Everyone heard Bu Guzi speaking with great enthusiasm, but most were bewildered – first not understanding how Lady Bai, an official’s wife, could give birth to a prince son out of nowhere, and second not comprehending why Bai Bixia was grinding his teeth in fury.

Seeing father and son furious and ready to fight at any moment, Bu Guzi showed no fear, only laughing: “Young brother, let’s fight side by side. You take the young one, I’ll take the old one.”

Cui Xuanliang had originally felt favorably toward the Bai father and son, but after this series of events, he couldn’t help feeling intense hatred. Hearing the old Taoist’s instructions was exactly what he wanted. He shouted loudly and assumed a fighting stance, about to charge forward when suddenly his ankle was lightly touched – a hand had been placed there.

Cui Xuanliang opened his mouth wide, staring down in shock. He saw his uncle’s hand resting on his ankle, blood flowing from nose and mouth, pupils dilated, yet tears seeping from his eyes. Cui Xuanliang was struck as if by lightning, immediately throwing himself to the ground and crying: “Uncle! Are you still alive? Uncle?”

Seeing Cui Fengxian move slightly like a zombie stirring, Bai Bixia, Bai Yuntian, and even all the Korean martial officials were shocked. Seeing Cui Fengxian apparently still breathing, Bu Guzi was no longer eager to fight, only raising his voice to shout: “Ghost Doctor Wang Kui! Get over here quickly to save someone!”

The situation was extremely urgent. Heavy footsteps sounded from the Proclaim Might ship as several children shouted: “Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! My master is calling you, come out quickly!”

Shouts echoed everywhere as everyone searched for the “Ghost Doctor.” Soon, a shabby old man descended from the Proclaim Might ship, carrying a bamboo cage in his left hand and a wine gourd in his right, yawning: “Can’t even take a nap in peace. Old Bu Guzi, has someone died at your place again? All this ghostly howling.”

Bu Guzi cursed: “You’re still dawdling – soon the person will become a zombie, then let’s see how you save him!” The shabby old man laughed in surprise: “A zombie? That’s quite rare – worth trying.” This old man was bleary-eyed and nicknamed “Ghost Doctor,” apparently possessing strange abilities, though he might specialize in turning living people into dead ghosts.

He came to Cui Fengxian’s side, first checking his breathing, then feeling his muscles and bones, immediately saying: “He’s lost too much blood – his heart stopped beating long ago.”

Cui Xuanliang wailed: “You’re lying! He just grabbed my foot!”

Wang Kui shook his head: “When people die, muscles tighten and limbs often move – it’s not reliable.” Cui Xuanliang cried: “You’re lying! You’re lying! You quack doctor, go away! I don’t want you!”

The former dynasty veteran had indeed stopped breathing, his eyes staring blankly, body rigid – the earlier movement was merely post-mortem twitching. Seeing Cui Xuanliang hugging his uncle’s corpse and weeping on the ground, Wang Kui couldn’t help sighing: “Very well, very well. I just gathered some new medicines anyway – perfect time to test their potency.” He opened a bamboo cage and used bamboo tongs to pick up something, placing it on Cui Fengxian’s heart.

Cui Xuanliang asked in amazement: “A lobster? What… what are you doing?”

Wang Kui smiled: “Young brother, look carefully – can this thing be eaten?”

Cui Xuanliang looked closely and saw the creature had giant claws, was black-red in color, about twice the size of a lobster. Suddenly seeing its tail raised with a faint poisonous stinger, he was greatly alarmed: “This… this is a poisonous scorpion!” He was about to drive it away when the “Ghost Doctor” stopped him: “Don’t touch it – this is a Bitter Sea poison scorpion, naturally vicious, one sting kills instantly. Don’t touch it.”

Cui Xuanliang urgently said: “Then… then why let it sting my uncle?” He was about to intervene when Bu Guzi held him back: “Relax, this is the world’s greatest physician Wang Kui – he can even heal ghosts. Let him treat your uncle without worry.”

Ordinary scorpions aren’t large, at most two or three inches long, but the “Ghost Doctor’s” scorpion was enormous, a full foot long and wide, quite terrifying in appearance. The poison scorpion crawled to Cui Fengxian’s heart and slowly delivered a sting. Cui Xuanliang was shocked and was about to rush forward to rescue him when Wang Kui said: “Hold this child back.”

Wang Kui picked up the scorpion and carefully returned it to the bamboo cage, then pressed several times on Cui Fengxian’s heart. Suddenly there was a “cough” sound – Cui Fengxian’s body moved and he spat out blood foam. His face turned black, hands and feet shook violently, and blood seeped from his wounds again.

Bu Guzi was delighted: “It worked – his heart is beating.” Wang Kui said: “Hold down his hands and feet – I need to circulate his blood.”

Seeing the dead return to life, everyone was stunned. The Korean martial officials and Chinese attendants all stopped and watched from afar. Even Liu Juyong raised his eyebrows and turned around, watching Cui Fengxian from a distance with some concern.

Both sides had no real grudges in this affair – all the conflict and killing was over that Japanese man. If Cui Fengxian could be saved, everyone would be happy. At this moment, even Young Master Muzhong stopped and called Cui Zhongjiu over, apparently inquiring about the “Ghost Doctor” Wang Kui’s background.

The scene was chaotic with everyone watching intently when suddenly there was a “hey” sound – a Korean martial official fell to the ground. A figure leaped up and ran straight away – the Japanese man had escaped.

This Japanese man was clever and alert, having already quietly awakened and waiting for an opportunity. With Cui Fengxian’s resurrection from death distracting the Koreans, at this once-in-a-lifetime chance, he seized the moment to escape. Though Cui Zhongjiu, Liu Juyong and others reached out quickly, they were all a step too late.

This Japanese man was formidable. Upon rising and running wildly, he neither drilled into the cabin nor jumped into the sea, but ran toward the Chinese officials, apparently trying to board the “Proclaim Might” ship – his thinking was extremely sharp.

Seeing the Japanese man running toward their side with Korean officials shouting and chasing frantically behind him, all looking panicked, Bai Yuntian was startled: “Father, which side should we help?”

Bai Bixia stopped his son from acting rashly, then quietly ordered: “Zhang Yong, Li Cheng, tell the brothers to retreat and let him come over.” How experienced was Bai Bixia! Seeing the Koreans’ alarmed expressions, he knew this Japanese man’s identity was extraordinary. Seeing him throwing himself into the net, he naturally wanted to use leverage and secretly cross to Chen Cang – once the man fell into his hands, he would be a valuable commodity.

Seeing the Chinese officials retreat and clearly open a path, Young Master Muzhong observed this and how could he not be furious? He shouted and moved like lightning, catching up to the Japanese man’s back in an instant, then gathered his qi and struck out with a palm.

The palm wind was silent, but the palm concealed a white light – this was the supreme technique of “Hwarang Silla Palm”: the Formless, Shapeless Palm. Young Master Muzhong had decided that if he couldn’t recapture this Japanese man, he wouldn’t leave him alive.

Bai Yuntian panicked: “Father, someone’s going to die – what do we do?” Bai Bixia’s gaze was sharp. After briefly observing the Japanese man’s movement techniques, he knew the man possessed martial arts: “Don’t move yet, wait for him to come over.” He slowly gathered power in his palm, waiting for the Japanese man to run into their group so he could have an excuse to snatch him.

Life and death hung in an instant. The Chinese officials watched like tigers while Young Master Muzhong had already shown killing intent. With wolves ahead and tigers behind, no matter which side the Japanese man fell into, he would be detained and live a life never seeing daylight.

His gaze swept and he suddenly saw the middle-aged beautiful woman standing nearby. Reacting with incredible speed, he extended his right hand and grabbed her jade wrist, pulling her behind him and pushing her toward Young Master Muzhong, using her as a human shield. This move was completely unexpected – Bai Bixia, Bai Yuntian and others were caught off guard and exclaimed in shock: “What are you doing?”

Seeing the middle-aged beautiful woman become his protective talisman, Young Master Muzhong showed no intention of holding back. Knowing this Japanese man was cunning and formidable, if he withdrew now, how could he ever catch him in the future? He took a deep breath and actually increased the force of his palm strike.

Seeing the bad situation, Bai Bixia had to shout: “Friend! Show mercy!”

“Mother!” Bai Yuntian screamed and flew to rescue his mother. Bai Bixia reached out with his right hand – the “White Eyebrow Sword” buzzed as it flew from his son’s waist, instantly unsheathing with brilliant light. Without bothering with formal challenges, he touched the sword hilt with his finger and leaped into the air.

Bai Yuntian used the move “Dragonfly Touches Water,” diving down to embrace his mother. Father and son Bai worked together – one rushing forward to rescue, one raising sword to kill, both taking appropriate measures. But Young Master Muzhong’s palm force didn’t slow at all, coming much faster than their own.

Seeing himself eight feet from his opponent while Young Master Muzhong was less than four feet from his wife, in desperation Bai Bixia could only shout: “Taoist Bu Guzi! Please help!”

With a “whoosh,” seeing his compatriot in danger, Taoist Bu Guzi said nothing, bent his back, and the long sword behind him shot out toward Young Master Muzhong’s throat. This sword came incredibly fast, arriving first, instantly flying to within three inches of his throat. If Young Master Muzhong didn’t defend himself, it would be suicide.

The Dian Cang master’s flying sword crossed the sky while the Naval Commander attacked at close range, and even Bai Yuntian used his life’s power rushing toward his mother. Two great masters joined forces, and though Bai Yuntian was weaker, his skill shouldn’t be underestimated. Yet though all three used their ultimate techniques, none was confident of saving the middle-aged beautiful woman.

The “Formless, Shapeless Palm” was Silla palmwork’s supreme technique – how could its power be trivial? Just as Young Master Muzhong’s heavy palm was about to strike, the beautiful woman only stared blankly, completely unaware of what was happening. At this critical moment, someone in the distance expelled breath and shouted. With a tremendous bang, the entire ship shook violently as the deck tilted left, making the beautiful woman lose her footing and fall to the ground.

The fierce wind swept over as Young Master Muzhong’s palm wind passed over the beautiful woman’s head, striking empty air. Two more tremendous clangs sounded as the weapons of Bai Bixia and Bu Guzi attacked. Young Master Muzhong turned his back stone coffin, immediately sparking and scattering stone chips as Bu Guzi’s “Nine Heaven Sword” and Bai Bixia’s “White Eyebrow Sword” both struck the stone coffin.

In the chaos, Bai Yuntian finally flew over and embraced his mother, both rolling on the deck. The ship rocked continuously. Those with weaker martial arts all fell down, everyone just recovering from shock, not knowing what had happened. With a “splash,” someone seemed to fall into the sea from the ship’s side. The sailors looked over and saw the Japanese man diving into the sea, then disappearing without a trace.

The Japanese man had escaped. Thanks to the combined efforts of Chinese masters blocking Young Master Muzhong, he had finally succeeded in escaping.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Young Master Muzhong was extremely furious, suddenly clenching his fists and howling at the sky with intimidating might. The stone coffin on his back shook up and down, making cracking sounds. The sealing strips on the coffin lid, stimulated by this force, suddenly burst open with successive “hiss” sounds.

The howling continued endlessly while the stone coffin thundered. Black gas drifted from the coffin cracks – who knew what was hidden inside, seeming about to break out. At this strange sight, everyone on the ship turned pale with fear, all retreating backward.

Just then, a palm extended and pressed down the coffin lid. The person said calmly: “Benefactor, stop.” Young Master Muzhong expelled breath and shouted, chopping down with his hand like a blade. The wind was fierce and irresistible, but a person slightly turned his feet, stepping out a semicircle to avoid this earth-shaking chop while still firmly holding down the stone coffin lid, not letting Young Master Muzhong open it.

Everyone felt a chill. In an instant, from the commander’s attendants above to the maidservants and sailors below, everyone held their breath and looked at this person. The newcomer wore a coarse monk’s robe with ordination scars on his shaved head, extremely tall and thin – clearly a monk. Judging by his appearance, he should be a guest on the “Proclaim Might” ship, but his face was quite unfamiliar. Despite repeated examination, no one could recognize him.

Amid the speculation, the monk only faced Young Master Muzhong, pressing palms together: “Amitabha, Heaven values life. Since the benefactor’s strike has missed, why create more killing? Please cease fighting.”

Young Master Muzhong said nothing, only studying the monk’s face. This person had mottled skin, appearing to be thirty or forty years old, yet also fifty or sixty – his true age was completely unreadable. However, this person was very tall. Even while pressing palms together and bowing, he was still several inches taller than Young Master Muzhong, apparently at least nine feet tall.

Both faced each other without either taking a step. Though Young Master Muzhong’s martial arts were extraordinarily high, once he struck with killing intent, it would be with thunderous force, hard to resist. The watching crowd held their breath, all worried for the monk. Yet this monk also possessed exceptional composure, maintaining pressed palms throughout, standing motionless.

After a very long time, Young Master Muzhong turned his body and put the stone coffin back on his back, apparently conceding. Seeing this, everyone sighed in relief.

The more Bai Bixia looked, the more curious he became, asking his subordinates: “This monk is…” Zhang Yong whispered: “He’s a Shaolin monk who boarded at Liujia Port.” Bai Bixia felt a chill: “Someone from Shaolin Temple?”

“Amitabha…” Seeing everyone looking at him, the monk pressed palms together and chanted Buddha’s name, introducing himself: “This poor monk’s dharma name is Heaven Above Earth Absolute.”

Hearing the person call himself “Tianjue,” everyone was slightly stunned. Shaolin Temple had strict rules – for nearly a hundred years they had used the eight characters “Fa Hong De Yuan, Ling Hui Du Kong” to determine generations. The eldest in the temple was the nearly hundred-year-old “Master Faxian,” while novices admitted in the past ten years all belonged to the “Ling” generation. Among these eight generations, there was truly no “Tian” character – where did this “Tianjue” come from?

In the silence, Young Master Muzhong paid no attention, only walking toward his own warship. Just as this person was about to leave, suddenly a figure flashed as someone chased after him angrily: “Wait! You nearly injured my mother and want to just walk away like this?”

Everyone turned to see the speaker wearing white robes with a face like jade – naturally the Naval Commander’s son, young hero Bai Yuntian. With a bang, Young Master Muzhong stopped, his face darkening as he coldly looked back. When their gazes met, Bai Yuntian felt some fear from the other’s eyes and retreated into the crowd, hiding behind Bai Bixia and saying quietly: “Father, that man nearly killed mother – why don’t you care?”

These words were truly effective. No matter how much Bai Bixia calculated about his official career and diplomatic interests, he couldn’t ignore this now. Seeing everyone on the ship looking at him and knowing his official authority couldn’t be lost, he raised his “White Eyebrow Sword” and stepped forward, saying sternly: “Friend, I am China’s Naval Commander Bai Bixia. May I ask your honored name?”

The commander personally questioning with sword drawn was no ordinary matter. The sound of wheels rolling came from the “Proclaim Might” ship as cannon ports opened, extending over ten black cannons – the “Jiaozhi Cannons” built by Emperor Yongle in Annan, front-loading with deep explosive range, most suitable for naval warfare, their power exceeding even the “Hongwu Cannons.”

Earlier the common people’s tears meant nothing compared to the commander’s wife’s little finger. Seeing Bai Bixia’s killing intent as he stood up for his wife, Shen Yubai was naturally terrified and hastily said: “A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! This is our Korean sovereign’s close friend ‘Lord Huayang.’ Just now in capturing the bandit, his actions were somewhat rash – please don’t take offense, sir.”

Hearing “Lord Huayang,” Bai Bixia made an “oh” sound: “Lord Huayang? The one from Pyongyang who ‘enters the palace without kneeling, sees the king without bowing’?”

Shen Yubai bowed repeatedly: “Exactly, exactly. ‘Lord Huayang’ is our master. Just now he nearly injured your lady and feels terrible about it. In the future he will certainly apologize to her personally and formally. Please forgive us, Commander.”

Those in official circles were best at calculating human relationships. Though Bai Bixia looked displeased, the other party was a Korean dignitary. If he ordered cannon fire, the court would certainly investigate this matter later. Then the Korean king would not only fail to be his ally but become a terrifying enemy.

Remembering the principle of broadly establishing good relationships, Bai Bixia’s anger suddenly subsided. With neither joy nor anger, he said indifferently: “Very well, my wife is unharmed. Lord Huayang’s offer to apologize isn’t that excessive? Actually, I’ve long heard of ‘Lord Huayang’s’ great name. This chance encounter at sea could be called fate.” He walked forward and patted Young Master Muzhong’s shoulder in friendship. Young Master Muzhong also narrowed his eyes and nodded – like two national heroes happily meeting.

Shen Yubai sighed in relief: “Thank you, Commander. We’re very grateful for your kindness and will certainly repay it in the future.” Seeing his father doing favors again, Bai Yuntian was indignant and shouted: “Father! This man nearly killed mother, how can you just…”

Bu Guzi grinned and interrupted: “One life costs a hundred taels – kill two and there’s still a place to seek compensation.”

Bai Bixia possessed exceptional composure. Despite his son’s resentment and others’ mockery, he showed neither joy nor anger, only saying calmly: “Yuntian, help your mother back first. Zhang Yong, Li Cheng, tell everyone to board ship – we’re weighing anchor.”

Bai Yuntian was dissatisfied but dared not disobey his father’s orders, only helping his mother return to the ship. Seeing the Chinese forces about to withdraw, Cui Zhongjiu shouted angrily: “What are you all standing around for? Quickly search the sea for that man!”

Splash after splash sounded as Korean martial officials jumped into the sea, searching everywhere for the Japanese man.

Wu wu… wu wu… The Korean warship blew sea conches as both ships prepared to depart one after another. The “Ghost Doctor” Wang Kui remained focused throughout. Though earth-shaking battles raged around him, his gaze never left his patient.

After being stung by the sea scorpion’s poison, Cui Fengxian had begun breathing, but his hands and feet shook violently and his face grew increasingly black, as if poisoned. Cui Xuanliang grabbed Wang Kui in alarm: “What do we do! My uncle is failing again!”

Wang Kui said: “Don’t panic.” He took out a packet of medicinal powder, pried open Cui Fengxian’s mouth, and poured it all in. The powder was apparently an antidote that should neutralize the scorpion poison, but Cui Fengxian’s muscles were rigid and cold, his face black – ninety percent of his life was gone. The powder in his mouth couldn’t be swallowed.

Cui Xuanliang wailed: “It’s over, it’s over – he’ll be poisoned to death again.”

Wang Kui opened his medicine box and took out a silver needle, inserting it into the “Water Prominence Point” below Cui Fengxian’s neck. This “Water Prominence Point” belonged to the “Foot Yang Brightness Stomach Meridian,” treating swallowing, throat swelling and pain, breathing difficulties, etc., often with miraculous effects. But when the silver needle entered the skin, Cui Fengxian’s muscles remained tense without response.

Wang Kui snorted: “No good – his qi and blood are too weak, the acupoints have lost sensation. We need to make him stand up.”

Bu Guzi lifted Cui Fengxian, making him stand upright. Wang Kui brought clear water and poured it into his mouth. Though the powder dissolved, Cui Fengxian couldn’t swallow – the medicinal water dripped from his mouth and flowed out.

Cui Xuanliang was anxious and panicked, crying: “Uncle, drink it quickly!” While weeping, a palm was placed on his shoulder – warm and gentle. He heard the person say calmly: “Young benefactor, let me try.” As he spoke, he extended a finger and lightly touched the “Water Prominence Point,” with a “chi” sound as inner force penetrated the body. Cui Fengxian’s throat immediately moved and the medicinal water slid down his throat.

Wang Kui was delighted: “Pearl Buddha Finger! Brother Tianjue has arrived. Quick, quick – press his Qi She point so he doesn’t choke to death.” Hearing “Tianjue,” everyone quickly turned to see a person standing beside Cui Xuanliang – the monk who had spoken with Young Master Muzhong earlier.

While they watched, Cui Fengxian made a “ka” sound and spat out the medicinal water, beginning to cough violently again. The monk pointed out another finger toward the inner side of the neck collarbone – the “Qi She Point” that treated coughing and reverse qi flow. After receiving the finger force, Cui Fengxian’s breathing became smooth and the medicinal water flowed smoothly down his throat without further coughing.

Wang Kui smiled: “Now point his ‘Quepen,’ ‘Kufang,’ ‘Ruzhong,’ ‘Guanmen,’ and ‘Daju’ – these five points to stimulate his stomach and intestinal movement.” The monk’s hands moved like wind, his five fingers like wheels, instantly pressing the five major points of the stomach meridian with precise acupoint recognition and skilled technique, as effective as acupuncture.

Wang Kui was even more delighted: “Good job, Shaolin monk! Your acupoint knowledge doesn’t lose to any doctor.” He then named over ten more acupoint names – some to stop bleeding, some to stop pain – and the monk followed each instruction. Watching them work together, one acting and one directing, they seemed to have rehearsed beforehand, truly working in perfect harmony without the slightest error.

After about one incense stick’s worth of time, Cui Fengxian’s breathing gradually smoothed, the black qi on his face dissipated, his hands and feet stopped trembling, and slowly color returned to his face. Wang Kui smiled: “That’s it – let him lie down.”

The sailors on both sides quickly brought a stretcher. Bu Guzi lifted the man and let Cui Fengxian lie flat. Seeing his uncle had recovered his life, Cui Xuanliang felt both sad and joyful, immediately kneeling and crying: “Thank you, great heroes, thank you, thank you.”

Bu Guzi saw him bowing to himself and couldn’t help laughing: “I only held the person – what are you thanking me for? Old Wang did the real work for you – you owe him a great debt.”

Cui Xuanliang was filled with gratitude and led the sailors in kneeling, choking: “Sir’s life-saving grace, this humble person will never forget for life. I dare not ask your great name, but in the future, even if I must be an ox or horse, I will repay you.”

Wang Kui helped him up, laughing: “Being an ox or horse is unnecessary. This old man’s surname is Wang, given name Kui. In youth I treated dogs and cats, in middle age I treated people, in old age I treat ghosts. Friends know I specialize in opposing the King of Hell, so they gave me the nickname ‘Ghost Doctor.'” He then pointed to the monk, smiling: “This Brother Tianjue also helped you considerably – you should thank him too.”

Bu Guzi laughed: “Young brother, don’t listen to him. Mr. Wang comes from the famous Jiuhua school and is the world’s greatest medical master. Your uncle encountering him is pure luck.” Cui Xuanliang kowtowed in tears of gratitude, then bowed to the monk.

Monk Tianjue helped him up, saying gently: “Benefactor need not be so courteous. Buddhist practitioners universally save all beings – this is this poor monk’s duty. Why should the benefactor speak of thanks?”

Bu Guzi laughed heartily, putting his arm around Monk Tianjue’s shoulder: “Old Wang, see how good my eye is? With so many guests on the ship, I only chose Brother Tianjue to share our cabin. Look – what a treasure I found!”

Wang Kui laughed: “Don’t boast – when you first met him, you couldn’t tell he was a Shaolin martial monk either. Where’s the good eye in that?”

Cui Fengxian murmured: “You… you didn’t know each other before?” Bu Guzi smiled: “Wang Kui and I are close brothers, but this Brother Tianjue we met at Liujia Port – we only became familiar after boarding the ship.”

Cui Fengxian was even more surprised: “Liujia Port? You… where are you all going?”

Bu Guzi smiled: “This time Wei Kuan is celebrating his sixtieth birthday, inviting heroes from all over the world. We’re all going to offer birthday congratulations.”

Cui Xuanliang exclaimed: “You… you’re also going to offer birthday congratulations to Uncle Wei?”

Bu Guzi was about to reply when they heard high suona notes from the “Proclaim Might” ship as an attendant stood on deck shouting: “We’re departing! Is anyone else coming aboard?”

Earlier everyone had been busy treating Cui Fengxian, and the court officials had returned to their ship one by one without their notice. The “Ghost Doctor” Wang Kui was originally a ship’s guest and should return upon hearing the summons, but Bu Guzi held him back: “Old Wang, stay here – save yourself from going back to suffer Bai Bixia’s bird anger.”

Wang Kui hesitated: “This… this isn’t proper… too discourteous.”

Bu Guzi spat: “Discourteous my ass.” He asked Monk Tianjue: “Brother, you’re not going back either, right?”

Monk Tianjue smiled: “This young monk follows the elder’s lead, content with whatever comes.”

Wang Kui looked hesitant and hadn’t spoken when footsteps sounded and Zhang Yong approached: “Doctor Wang, you are an honored guest on our ship. Commander Bai requests that we respectfully invite you back.”

Seeing Bai Bixia standing at the ship’s bow waiting, Wang Kui seemed even more troubled. He looked at Taoist Bu Guzi, then at the attendant, saying quietly: “No… no… I’ll stay here.”

Zhang Yong couldn’t persuade him and couldn’t return to report, so he snorted. Then light footsteps sounded as Bai Bixia personally came over, saying sternly: “Doctor Wang, His Majesty specifically instructed us before departure to never neglect you. Please board the ship early.”

Cui Xuanliang, eavesdropping nearby, was shocked, never expecting Wang Kui to hold such high status that he even knew the current Nine-Five Supreme! Wang Kui said quietly: “Lord Bai, the patient’s injuries are severe and could change at any time – I must stay here to watch.”

Bai Bixia understood this and couldn’t force him: “Very well then, but regarding the ‘Mysterious Yellow Great Correction Formula’ His Majesty ordered you to prepare – are all the medicinal materials ready?”

Wang Kui stammered, opening his personal book and mumbling: “Sea anemone sacs, sea dragon snake gallbladder, Bitter Sea poison scorpion… almost all found…”

Bai Bixia frowned: “Doctor Wang, this medicine is for serving His Majesty – please don’t carelessly use the words ‘almost all.'”

A nearby attendant immediately shouted: “Which ingredients are missing exactly? Look carefully!”

Wang Kui panicked: “Yes, yes, this old fool will check right away…” While flipping through his book, he suddenly heard Bu Guzi say: “Old Wang, you’re still missing one ingredient.”

Wang Kui was startled: “What? Which one am I missing? How don’t I know?”

Bu Guzi said: “Slave brain.”

Wang Kui exclaimed: “Slave brain? This… where should I gather that?”

Bu Guzi extended his hand, quietly pointing at Bai Bixia’s head and whispering: “There – still warm.”

Even with Bai Bixia’s exceptional cultivation, hearing this he couldn’t help snorting twice in cold laughter. The attendants gnashed their teeth, pointing and cursing: “Old dog thief! Who are you calling a slave?”

Bu Guzi laughed: “Whoever is a slave, I’ll curse them. What? Does this bother you too?”

Bai Bixia was both embarrassed and furious. As a dignified commander, today he had lost face – not only had his wife nearly been injured, now he was repeatedly humiliated. But unwilling to prolong the entanglement, he took a deep breath: “Very well, since Doctor Wang is unwilling to board, I dare not detain him. Zhang Yong, go ask if any other guests haven’t boarded yet.”

Zhang Yong glared angrily, shouting in all directions: “Anyone else boarding? We’re leaving!” Before he finished speaking, suddenly the cabin door opened and an old man stumbled out frantically: “Wait! Wait! Is your ship going to Smoke Island? Could you give this old fool a ride?”

Xu Erzheng finally appeared. This old man was quite clever – once the great danger passed, he came out to show his face again. Zhang Yong saw this unfamiliar person and figured he wasn’t a ship’s guest, so he lazily ignored him and shouted: “We’re leaving! Everyone back!”

Seeing the officials turning to leave, Xu Erzheng frantically said: “Generals, this old fool’s surname is Xu, given name Erzheng. Before retiring I was Deputy Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Please wait!”

Xu Erzheng had been retired for nearly twenty years – one of those whose tree had fallen and monkeys scattered. The attendants found him annoying and walked even faster. In desperation, Xu Erzheng had to shout angrily: “Wait! This old man is Xu Zhongjin’s uncle!”

Iron-head Xu Zhongjin, who executed traitors and killed corrupt officials – this person was the current Assistant Minister of Justice and Xu Erzheng’s nephew. Indeed, once this great name was mentioned, all attendants immediately slowed their steps and looked back.

Seeing his words were effective, Xu Erzheng quickly smiled ingratiatingly: “Generals, this old fool has a student surnamed Liu, a jinshi of the jimao year, with a large black mole on his face. Do you know him?”

In the current court, there were only three surnamed Liu who became jinshi in the jimao year, and among them, only one with a black mole on his face – Minister of War Liu Zheng. Instantly everyone stood at attention as Bai Bixia led them in turning around to pay respects: “Fourth-rank Commander of Proclaim Might, Bai Bixia, pays respects to Your Excellency.”

“No need for ceremony, no need for ceremony.” Xu Erzheng wiped the cold sweat from his head: “Commander Bai, might you have spare quarters? Could you arrange something for this old man?”

“Your Excellency is too polite.” Bai Bixia was all smiles, grasping Xu Erzheng’s hand: “Former Deputy Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices graces us with your presence – the ‘Proclaim Might’ is illuminated. I will certainly treat you as an honored guest. Come, please board quickly.”

Xu Erzheng sighed in relief: “Xiao Ming, Xiao Xiu, pack the valuables – we’re changing ships.” The two maidservants, hearing he was seeking new patrons again, were flustered: “Master, you… you’re not caring for Second Master Cui anymore?”

Xu Erzheng sighed: “Everyone has their own fate. This bitter sea has pirates and bandits – it’s dangerous and warlike. We’re like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river, barely protecting ourselves. Better change ships first.” He turned and grasped Bai Bixia’s hand, whispering: “‘With books, swords, and aspirations, abandoning the brush to serve the nation’ – Commander Bai, this is your masterpiece, isn’t it?”

Hearing the other remember his poem, Bai Bixia was delighted: “I dare not, I dare not – it is my poor work, insulting Your Excellency’s refined hearing.”

Xu Erzheng scolded: “What insult? Commander Bai’s poetry carries heroic and chivalrous spirit, bold and passionate, especially that patriotic heart leaping from the page. In literary talent alone, it surpasses those Hanlin scholars by countless times… With such unparalleled writing, how can you always look down on yourself?”

Bai Bixia couldn’t help sighing deeply: “Your Excellency jests – I’m just a rough military man, how dare I compete with the world’s literary talents?”

Hearing this, Xu Erzheng “tsked” again, scolding: “Sir, there you go again! Though you’re only a juren by background, your literary accomplishments are rarely matched in this dynasty. How can you despair? In this old man’s humble opinion, if you want to reach the next level, the urgent task isn’t promotion but cultivating reputation.”

Bai Bixia was shocked: “Your Excellency means… I must take the jinshi examination again?”

Xu Erzheng whispered: “Sir misunderstands. Now you’re a fourth-rank commander under public scrutiny. If you pass the jinshi exam, people will say you cheated; if unfortunately you fail, you’ll inevitably invite mockery. Then everyone will point behind your back, saying you don’t know your place, insisting on embarrassing yourself – what’s the point?”

Bai Bixia sighed painfully, wringing his hands: “Difficult, difficult.”

Xu Erzheng quickly said: “Sir, entering scholarly circles isn’t difficult at all! In this old man’s view, whether you take the jinshi exam is a minor detail. What’s truly important is cultivating yourself and your reputation… to wash away your military origins. Come… let me point you to a path…”

Xu Erzheng’s official skills were extraordinary. This speech was delivered smoothly, truly captivating with mysteries everywhere, making Bai Bixia unable to stop listening. He quickly turned and angrily shouted: “Zhang Yong! Li Cheng! Quickly help Lord Xu with his luggage!” Then tightly grasping Xu Erzheng’s hand, he said frantically: “Your Excellency, we’re kindred spirits at first sight. Please board quickly – let’s have a night-long candlelit conversation tonight…”

Footsteps scattered on the deck as the two gentlemen walked and chatted. In just a few steps, they felt they’d met too late, completely ignoring Cui Xuanliang and the others.

Xiao Ming and Xiao Xiu were loyal people. Carrying their luggage, they came before Cui Xuanliang and said tearfully: “Young Master Cui, thank you for your hospitality these past days. We… we’re leaving now. Please take care and look after your uncle well.”

Having survived the bitter sea ordeal and experienced life and death separation, now seeing the two maidservants also leaving, Cui Xuanliang couldn’t help reddening his eyes again. He remained silent for a long time before quietly saying: “Thank you for sharing hardships with me. I… I…”

Thinking this departure might mean never meeting again, Cui Xuanliang felt sad and tears fell. Seeing his deep feelings, the two maidservants felt even more reluctant. Xiao Ming sighed and took out her handkerchief to wipe Cui Xuanliang’s face, while Xiao Xiu wept openly.

A parting song with two lines of tears – Xu Erzheng had already boarded, but the two maidservants still lingered reluctantly. While shedding tears, they heard a child ask in surprise: “What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying?”

Everyone turned to see a young Taoist behind them, about eleven or twelve years old, carrying a pack on his back. Seeing Cui Xuanliang looking at him, he asked again: “Big brother, where do I sleep tonight?”

Cui Xuanliang was slightly curious: “Who are you?”

The young Taoist smiled: “I’m called Hai Chuanzi. My master is Bu Guzi. He said Commander Bai is a dog, so those officers threw us off the ship.” Indeed, Zhang Yong’s curses could be heard as luggage was thrown down from the Proclaim Might ship – apparently all Bu Guzi’s belongings.

Another young Taoist came from behind, kicked him down, stepped on his bottom, and trampled him repeatedly, quite viciously. The two maidservants were amazed while Cui Xuanliang looked stunned: “You… who are you now?”

The young Taoist said formally: “This poor Taoist is Yu Chuanzi, third of Dian Cang, known as ‘Flying Sword Seizes Red.’ I fought fierce tigers at three, slew dragons at five, went to Zunyi, Guizhou at seven to battle a hundred children, winning the grand championship in infant martial arts. Has my master mentioned my achievements to you?”

Seeing this child acting like an old man, like a southwestern tyrant, Cui Xuanliang opened his mouth wide. Before he could speak, a foot flew out, kicking the child down amid angry roars: “Bullshit! The infant martial arts grand champion was second brother Tian Chuanzi – when did you change names? You lying freeloader!”

Another young Taoist appeared called Tian Chuanzi. He was extremely strong, pinning his junior brother and beating him wildly. Yu Chuanzi cried: “Chi Chuanzi! Come save me! Tian Chuanzi is bullying me again!”

Cui Xuanliang exclaimed: “Tian Chuan, Hai Chuan, Chi Chuan… how many of you are there exactly?”

Before he finished speaking, a group of children emerged from nowhere, lining up and counting in unison: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven – we are the famous Dian Cang Seven Young Heroes!”

The deck was full of children – some running and chasing, some playing and frolicking, others fighting each other. Suddenly a beast roared like a lion from the east. Xiao Shizi appeared from nowhere, let out a strange roar that startled the Dian Cang Seven Young Heroes into jumping up and crying in unison: “What kind of monster is this? Is it a dog?” “This isn’t a dog – don’t you see it has cat eyes? It’s a cat.” “Where’s such a big cat from? It’s a tiger.” “Tigers have the character ‘wang’ on their heads – this one doesn’t.”

The seven young Taoists debated endlessly, surrounding Xiao Shizi while speculating about the beast’s identity. The two maidservants couldn’t help laughing along with Cui Xuanliang. Just as they were about to play with the children, Zhang Yong’s shouts came from afar: “Two young ladies! Are you leaving or not? Lord Xu is calling for you!”

The two maidservants cried “Ah!” only then remembering they should leave. In their reluctant parting, they truly couldn’t bear to separate. Just as they were about to weep, they heard Chi Chuanzi ask in surprise: “Two sisters, why are you crying? Where are you going?”

Xiao Ming and Xiao Xiu said quietly: “We’re going to Smoke…” The words were still in their mouths when they suddenly realized that Cui Xuanliang, like them, was also going to Smoke Island. These parting tears were all for nothing.

The two maidservants blushed and looked at each other. The ship’s attendants grew impatient and stood on the Proclaim Might shouting: “Young ladies! Hurry up! This is the last call!” With urgent urging, the two maidservants knew they couldn’t delay and had to pick up their luggage and run straight toward the Proclaim Might.

Cui Xuanliang still had two lines of tears, sending them far to the western sea. Seeing the two maidservants leaving quickly, he felt miserable. Looking up, he suddenly saw someone standing on the Proclaim Might, gazing at the horizon. The person appeared to be twenty-one or twenty-two, wearing white clothes with handsome features – it was the Emei young hero Bai Yuntian.

The Proclaim Might was a large ship, much taller than civilian merchant ships. With one person above and one below, Cui Xuanliang stared blankly up at Bai Yuntian. He saw him glance over, their gazes meeting. Bai Yuntian looked displeased, apparently unhappy to see him. He turned around and accidentally bumped into Xiao Ming and Xiao Xiu, knocking them down.

With delicate cries, the two maidservants fell backward. Cui Xuanliang was shocked and was about to rush over to save them, but Bai Yuntian’s martial arts were extraordinary – with a flick of his sleeve, he caught both girls’ slender waists and lifted them up. The two beauties blushed to their ears, curtsying to thank the young master. Bai Yuntian maintained his arrogant manner, waved his cloud sleeves, and turned away.

Seeing the two beauties gazing at Bai Yuntian’s retreating figure, Cui Xuanliang’s heart shook violently as if stabbed by a sharp knife, pain penetrating to the bone. It was over… Bai Yuntian was handsome and elegant with superior martial arts, and his father was a current court favorite – in every way surpassing himself by countless times. Having encountered him, Xiao Ming and Xiao Xiu would surely fall into love’s net.

Cui Xuanliang stared blankly at the Proclaim Might, seeming to hear Xiao Ming and Xiao Xiu’s laughter in the distance, probably giggling charmingly at Bai Yuntian’s jokes. Cui Xuanliang’s heart was miserable, as if stabbed a hundred times, riddled with holes and swaying unsteadily. Chi Chuanzi saw this and asked in surprise: “Big brother, what’s wrong now? Do you have a stomachache?”

Cui Xuanliang was lost and confused, murmuring: “Yes… my stomach hurts terribly…”

The world has infinite skilled artists, but a broken heart cannot be painted. The more Cui Xuanliang thought, the more bitter he felt. Just as he was about to lower his head and sob, he suddenly heard shouting nearby: “Young master, young master…” Someone was pulling at Cui Xuanliang. While his soul wandered, suddenly his head hurt as someone slapped him hard, with furious roaring: “Young master! Should we depart?”

Cui Xuanliang cried “Ah!” and quickly turned around, finally seeing Old Chen. He looked confused: “Depart? Depart where?”

Old Chen shouted: “To Smoke Island! Aren’t you going to court someone?” Only then did Cui Xuanliang remember there was a great beauty Wei Siyan on Smoke Island waiting for him to pursue her passionately. Remembering the principle “if the old doesn’t go, the new won’t come,” his spirits immediately lifted: “Right, right, right – time to go to Smoke Island. Let’s set sail quickly.”