Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 125 A chance encounter during a game of chance led to the flying divine sword, which destroyed the first peak of Zhongnan Mountain!
The 100,000 Yunmeng Ghost Masters are synonymous with invincibility in this sea area. They have long been a natural phenomenon inherent in the Tsushima Strait, and even a more terrifying historical dregs than the "Stone Drum Fishing for Dragons"!

It is a hundred or a thousand times more dangerous than any "ghost army borrowing a path" on land.

Theoretically, even if those high-ranking "living ghosts and gods" accidentally wandered in, they would still suffer heavy losses if they were slow to escape.

In theory, the Trinidad, a ship with at most a few dozen people, should have been completely overwhelmed by the Cloud Demon Master, even if it was just a small part of the outer perimeter.

But that's clearly not the case.

"Brutal! This ship is actually eating ghosts?!"

When the evil spirit standing on the mainmast saw the bizarre scene unfolding on the battlefield, it was immediately taken aback.

From the cracks in the deck of this Caravelle-class fast adventure ship, a giant plant that looks like a peach tree has grown, replacing most of the damaged planks with its living wood.

It looks like it just got into the water recently, without any signs of the wear and tear from three years of round-the-world travel. In fact, it seems to have an excessively strong vitality.

Floating on the sea, it looks a bit like a giant bonsai.

Whenever a Yunmeng ghost master approaches, this ship will fire its cannons in unison, tearing open those ghost ships like opening a clam shell.

Then countless sharp roots sprouted from the tree, coiling around the evil spirits inside and absorbing them completely in just a few breaths.

Meanwhile, the dozen or so yellow-green flowers at the top of the big tree bloomed more and more beautifully, and more flower buds gradually opened up.

"Young Master, the color of this flower looks like the Liver Flower from the Five Temples Divine Treasure Flower."

The immortal elixir has grown so big and so numerous!
"If we could pick just two, we'd be rich!"

The chubby Huang Yuanzhou climbed up to Wang Cheng's side, but his focus was completely different; he was drooling over the immortal elixirs.

He was only drooling over it, but along the sea route to the four islands of Yingzhou, quite a few audacious desperados had already taken action.

"That ship carries the elixir of immortality!"
"If we can just grab one flower, we won't have to worry about the rest of our lives anymore."

"I am already seventy-nine years old this year, and breaking through to the upper three ranks seems a long way off."

This is my last chance! Anyone who dares to snatch it from me will be my mortal enemy!

"That old man has quite the nerve."

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Change course! Fortune favors the bold, and the elixir of immortality is ours!

More than a month has passed since the initial East China Sea riots, and those who should know the inside story of the Global Adventure Team and the Elixir of Immortality already know.

According to the deductions of [Five Senses Spirit Master], [Mouth Gold], and [Feng Shi] from various major powers and intelligence organizations in the East China Sea:
Each of the five ships in the East Frankish ocean fleet had a plant of the immortal elixir, the Five Temples Divine Treasure Flower, transplanted on it, and all of them were transformed into living creatures that roamed around hunting for food.

They correspond to the temples of the five internal organs—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—in the middle three ranks of divine cultivation.

The "Heart Flower" and "Kidney Flower" have already been assigned to someone, while the other three ships and three elixir plants are still hidden in the vast East China Sea, waiting for adventurers to find them.

Captured by Lu Yunchen, the "Heart Flower" was planted on the Consepson, which was actually managed by First Officer Wang Cheng. It grew mainly by consuming hearts.

The "Santiago," captured by Mao Haifeng, the Black Kirin of the Five Peaks Banner, is planted with "Kidney Flowers," which grow primarily by consuming kidneys.

The most important flagship, the Trinidad, was clearly planted with "liver flowers," and it looked like they could not only eat livers, but also ghosts!

Its combat power is also far superior to the former two.

The enormous profits were right in front of them, but that still couldn't scare those desperate criminals.

Wang Cheng remained unmoved and waved his hand:

"Adjust the three compass points to the right, and we'll avoid them; don't get involved."

To be honest, he had doubts about the efficacy of the elixir, but he was quite interested in these adventure ships that could use global positioning and teleportation.

When venturing into Southeast Asia, the difference between having them and not having them was enormous.

However, he seriously suspected that since this ship could go toe-to-toe with the Ghost Master Yunmeng, its combat power was probably already very close to the third-rank [Living Ghost God] realm.

Moreover, as the opponent's legendary status increases worldwide, their strength will only grow stronger.

He wasn't even confident of completely subduing the weaker Consepson, let alone this strongest flagship.

I went there to deliver food.

Although Huang Yuanzhou and the other crew members on the ship felt it was a bit of a pity, the benefits and risks were equal. They were all still young, and it was really not worth risking their lives to steal the elixir of immortality just for money.

Most importantly, their primary task was to escort their heir back to Yingzhou so that he could successfully ascend the throne; everything else had to take a backseat.

"Yes, young master."

The sailors and helmsman immediately coordinated and began to adjust the course and turn.

Unfortunately, while they wanted to leave, some people were unwilling to let everyone around them go so easily.

The old boat captain, who claimed to be seventy-nine years old and wouldn't allow anyone to take it from him, raised his hand and released a large number of eerie green Kongming lanterns.

It was as if ghosts were blowing from each lamp, stirring up eerie winds that rushed to the tops of all the nearby sailboats and exploded with a bang, scattering green phosphorus powder with a strange smell.

No one was hurt, but they left glowing spots on the ships.

It may look inconspicuous, but in the eyes of all evil spirits and demons, it is as conspicuous as a blazing campfire in the night.

The officers and sailors who had been tricked by him were furious.

"Earthly official [Lantern Craftsman]! How dare you use a soul-summoning lamp on us living people?"

Aren't you afraid that your local officials will hunt you down to the ends of the earth?

"You scoundrel, you will surely die a horrible death!"

"Run! Quickly pray to the ship god and escape this sea area!" This move was indeed despicable, even more vicious than releasing flares at friendly forces during the escape. All the officers were outraged.

The old man ignored them completely and launched three or four small fire ships from his own vessel, which then charged rapidly toward Yunmeng Ghost Master and the Trinidad.

Rumble.
After a tremendous roar, several dazzling "little suns" seemed to rise from the sea, blasting the surrounding ghost ships of Yunmeng into overturned positions.

The gunpowder used on this ship was clearly not ordinary gunpowder, but rather expensive red gunpowder, or even purple gunpowder.

This white-haired lantern maker has clearly gone to great lengths, determined to obtain the elixir of immortality.

He opened a pocket at his waist and released a six-zhang-long dragon-shaped lantern, commonly known as a "dragon lantern," which seemed to writhe and crawl around him like a real dragon.

"My friends, please bear with me. Once I become an immortal, I will surely save you from this sea of ​​suffering. Hahaha!"

The old man leaped onto the dragon's back, and the dragon lantern immediately began to puff out smoke, soaring into the air and charging towards the immortal herb growing on the towering tree canopy.

He wasn't greedy for ownership of the Trinidad; he only wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to steal an elixir of immortality and prolong his own life.

Survival is the priority; other people's revenge and the pursuit by the officials can all be put aside for now.

Behind him, the violent explosion of the incendiary ship shattered the already fragile balance of the battlefield.

On the pitch-black seabed, filth even dirtier than silt churned violently, and amidst the pungent stench, more and more Yunmeng Ghost Masters awoke.

The other ships marked by the Soul-Guiding Lanterns drew most of the firepower for the Lantern Craftsmen who had gone ahead earlier.

"Stay! Stay! Stay!"

The foul echoes from the rotting vocal cords filled everyone's eardrums.

Numerous dead bodies, reeking of stench, crawled up from underwater, grabbing the anchor and the bottom of the ship, trying to drag everyone on the sea into the water.

Three hundred years have passed, and the number of dead sleeping here has increased significantly, far exceeding the original 100,000 expeditionary soldiers.

The sailboats closest to the battlefield were the first to suffer, not only from underwater attacks but also from ghost ships rushing towards them from all sides, attacking them from the front, back, left, right, and bottom.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

A series of piercing screams sent chills down one's spine.

Although the Conch Shell managed to avoid the danger in advance and was located on the outermost edge, it was still difficult for it to remain unscathed at this point.

Wow!

One by one, the swollen, dead bodies sped across the water, gradually catching up with the Conch Shell. With a crash of seawater, they cast out grappling hooks and climbed up the hull.

"Musketeers, fire!"

The musketeers on board, equipped with flank guns, were already on high alert on the deck, and the ammunition they were loading had been blessed with talismanic water.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Flames burst forth from the mist, crisscrossing lines of fire that burrowed into the dead bodies like venomous snakes, blasting open charred holes.

Most of them fell back into the sea, while a few, even as they swayed precariously, continued to charge forward, brandishing their swords without a care in the world.

It only stopped moving after its head was chopped off and it was kicked back into the sea by the Marines.

Their individual strength may not be overwhelming, but their numbers are simply too great. They charge fearlessly and madly towards the phosphorus powder left behind by the soul-guiding lamp.

Looking down at the seabed, it was already densely packed with people.

One after another, grappling hooks shot out from the seabed, hooking onto the warship's bulwark and gradually entangled it into a flying insect caught in a spider web.

The underwater clam woman released mirage gas in an attempt to hide the "Conch Shell" again, but while it's easy to deceive the senses, the real hooks and grapples hanging on her body cannot.

"That old scoundrel deserves to die!"

Huang Yuanzhou wielded a dagger and cut five or six hooks in one go, but seven or eight more flew up.

Only then did they realize that they had been blinded by greed and underestimated the ruthlessness of that old geezer, the Lantern Craftsman. They were a step too late, and they were sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Young Master, let your godmother escort you away first, we'll stay behind to cover your retreat."

"Yes, young captain, you absolutely cannot get into trouble."

"All our hopes rest on your shoulders. Only you can salvage the situation in the East China Sea. Please leave now."

Everyone on the ship urged Wang Cheng to abandon the warship and leave first, not truly considering him a combatant.

But then Wang Cheng jumped off the mainmast, reciting aloud:
"A half-day's journey across the land is enough; no need to ride a phoenix or a dragon. By chance, a game of chance revealed a divine sword that shattered the highest peak of Zhongnan Mountain. The Five Emperors' Coins, unsheathed!"

Wang Cheng opened his mouth and spat out a beam of platinum sword light, which shot out from the coin's eye and circled the entire warship like lightning.

Stab it--!
In an instant, hundreds of hooks were neatly cut.

The Five Emperors' Golden Coin Sword is inspired by the Chinese coin's symbolism of "round heaven and square earth," and comes with three basic sword techniques.

Tianyuan: The sword's momentum is seamless and unobstructed, its defense as solid as a dome.
Local: The sword's aura is upright and ruthless, its attacks pacifying all directions;

Humanity: The intent of the sword changes with the situation, mastering tactics and strategies, and adapting in countless ways.

With a single Heavenly Round Slash, the entire warship was completely sealed off, leaving no trace behind, not even the finest trace of phosphorus powder.

With a surge of sword energy, the sword turned sharply, decapitating the four or five who had just climbed up.

After breaking free of its restraints, the Conch Shell, propelled by a Water-Gathering Talisman affixed to the shrine of Prince Jing, suddenly accelerated away from the sea.

Even if more creatures were to flee underwater, they would be unable to gain any real advantage and pose no threat to them.

Wang Cheng did not sheath his sword. Instead, with a flash of sword light, he became one with the sword and shot into the sea, disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye, leaving only the words:
"You guys go first, I'm going to kill someone, I'll be right back."

(End of this chapter)