Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 157 Imperial Edict: Summon the great navigator Magellan to the altar!

"Hiss—! This is..."

Wang Cheng's ship, [Jingyun], followed behind Luo Wenlong. He also saw his sister-in-law, whom he hadn't seen for many days, at first glance and couldn't help but catch his breath.

To be honest, he had seen all sorts of evil spirits;
Most of them are spiritual entities that are difficult for ordinary people to see directly. They are formed by the fusion of human soul thoughts and various old objects, animals, corpses, murder weapons, etc.

He had also seen all sorts of scumbag immortals;
He had personally cleaned up many of the "Mountain and Sea Curse Restriction" when the Nine Dragons Spitting Pearl Formation had loopholes.

Most of them are flesh and blood, combinations of human beings and other living things: human and snake, human and frog, human and various fish.
Although evil spirits and scum of the immortals are often confused and both are called "evil spirits," they both have an almost fanatical appetite for humans.

But in reality, one is a combination of human "nature" and all things in nature, while the other is a combination of human "fate" and all things in nature. There is an essential difference between the two.

Now, for the first time, Wang Cheng witnessed the immortal scum formed by the combination of humans and plants!
At this moment, Wang Cuiqiao was completely different from the fake "ginseng fruits" on the Trinidad that were just fakes with a vine stuck behind their necks; she herself had become a living plant.

Unidentified flowers of various colors and sizes, in different shapes, sprouted all over the exposed temples, neck, and arms, emitting a faint fragrance.

Beneath the fair skin, where blood vessels should have been, the tissue had transformed into plant roots, which were still undulating slightly with each breath.

If one's limbs are stiff when walking, one can only imagine what has happened inside the body.

Flowers paired with a beautiful woman create a scene that is both beautiful, eerie, and terrifying!
Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he looked at Mao Haifeng across from him.

"How ruthless! Just to get Wang Cuiqiao pregnant, he's willing to throw away such a beautiful wife like that?"
The palace maid said that Mao Haifeng had found a folk remedy that could increase the chances of getting pregnant, and that he wanted to take Wang Cuiqiao away from Qingxiang Palace to prepare for pregnancy.

It turns out that the so-called folk remedy was just the 'kidney flower' in his hand.

The medicine was brewed and then combined with the life cultivation method that had spread throughout the East Sea. When Wang Cuiqiao drank it, the immortal elixir did work, but she was finished.

This time, we must kill Mao Haifeng, who has no moral compass whatsoever, or else we'll suffer the consequences if we don't kill him first!

Although Wang Cuiqiao's eyes were still clear and her language ability was intact at this time, it proved that her spirit and mind had not suffered any major problems.

But his physical body has clearly begun to mutate, and is turning into a mortal scum who cannot live, cannot die, does not belong to the six realms, and cannot enter the netherworld!
Even the best doctor in the world probably couldn't reverse it.

Luo Wenlong had been living a life of luxury in Beijing for some time and did not have the rich experience that Wang Cheng had.

His face showed no fear, only concern and tenderness that were on the verge of tears.
"Qiao'er, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, your husband is coming to save you."

Wang Cheng couldn't help but give this guy a deep look.

In an era where it's common for wealthy men to have multiple wives and concubines, it's truly remarkable for a man to go to such lengths.

But deep affection alone is not enough. The three great taboos of life—"being wealthy without power, having a beautiful wife while being poor, and being precocious while being weak"—are also vividly reflected in him and Wang Cuiqiao.

Although the Luo family was wealthy, as a secretary in the Imperial Secretariat who could frequently meet the Grand Secretary and the Emperor, it cannot be said that he was completely powerless.

But compared to the "official star and peach blossom" astrological configuration in his wife Wang Cuiqiao, these were far from enough and could not protect this beautiful woman who was coveted by countless hungry wolves.

It seems their tragic ending was destined from the very beginning.

On the opposite boat, Wang Cuiqiao, now a "flower fairy," looked at her husband—the only one she truly loved among her four marriages—gathered a string of peach blossoms that had fallen from her temple, and forced a smile:
"Wenlong, I don't feel any pain. Really, these flowers growing on my body look scary, but they don't hurt at all, they don't hurt at all."

However, as she spoke, tears began to stream down her scalp and fall onto the deck.

"I'm sorry, Wenlong, I'm so sorry, I...I...Waaaaah."

Then, her hands stiffened as she covered her lower abdomen and wept bitterly.

Mao Haifeng, standing beside him, felt the renewed surge of power within him and the ever-increasing strength of his destiny, and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Heaven has not forsaken me!"
I knew the Five Temples Divine Hidden Flower and the Immortal's Fertility Pill would be effective. It was worth it for me to triple the dosage for Wang Cuiqiao these past few days!
What is sacrificing a mere woman to gain official rank? It's an incredibly worthwhile deal.

"As long as I become the ruler of the East Sea Kingdom, what need will a great man have to worry about not having a wife?"

call--!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a stench of incense wafted by, and the shadow beneath Mao Haifeng's feet began to writhe, as if some enormous creature was about to emerge from his body.

In just a few breaths, the entire deck was filled.

It was as if a great evil spirit had descended upon the battlefield, its chilling aura seeping deep into the bones of the crew of the San Diego and everyone around them.

Except for the divine officials who have already lit their inner lamps and the temple soldiers and ghost soldiers who have formed an army formation, all other ordinary people are destined to fall seriously ill afterward.

Most people had tears in their eyes and dared not look directly at it. They could only lower their heads and use the corner of their eyes to see that the enormous thing was about ten feet tall, and the golden and black divine light was ten feet long.

He wore a black official robe embroidered with sea patrol yakshas, ​​a black qilin head on his neck, and held a treasure mace in each arm, but his outline was extremely blurry, like a mirage.

A greedy, bloodthirsty gaze swept over everyone, sending chills down their spines.

Wang Cheng was no stranger to this kind of scene. He had seen something similar when his master burned incense and opened an altar to help him kill the assassins hired by Pu Shouying (Chapter 41).

"Master's cultivation level has fallen from the top. He was severely injured by an enemy in Southeast Asia. He is now plagued by chronic illness and his cultivation level has regressed, almost falling to the third rank of [Living Ghost God].

Mao Haifeng, on the other hand, was forced to rise through the ranks, relying on a single official star to forcibly glimpse the scenery of the upper three ranks; at best, he could be considered a half-step peak master.

Shen Yueye was even more sentimental, and upon seeing Mao Haifeng's appearance, she couldn't help but murmur:

"Mao Haifeng went to great lengths to get Wang Cuiqiao pregnant with a child. But what exactly is a child born from a human and a scumbag immortal? Even tigers don't eat their cubs."

This man must have gone mad to become the Prince of Jinghai, right?

Of course, Shen Yueye could also see that the ones who really paid the price were Wang Cuiqiao and that child, while Mao Haifeng got all the benefits.

Finally, he took another half step forward based on his own peak fourth-rank destiny.

The "clay-sculpted divine embryo" within the body of the fourth-rank official had already been filled with viscera and acquired the foundation of ghosts and gods.

Their physical bodies are the mandala of the Dharma temple, and with every move they make, they can exert power comparable to that of an ordinary third-rank master opening an altar.

Now Mao Haifeng has obtained another official star, and has reached the limit of Qi cultivation among the three grades of essence, qi, and spirit. He has touched the threshold of the upper three grades of spirit cultivation, namely "Yin spirit leaving the body" and "divine edict evolving from the talisman".

Even if one only takes half a step forward in the realm, the series of injuries suffered and the troops lost under one's command cannot be recovered.

It is even less necessary to use the eight supernatural powers of thunder, fighting, fire, water, wealth, plague, smallpox, and Tai Sui that are exclusive to living ghosts and gods.

However, the level of "harmony between man and nature" is truly the best in Wufeng Banner!

The human body is a microcosm, while the world is a macrocosm; the power that can be exerted is naturally no longer what it used to be.

Mao Haifeng suddenly turned his head, his fierce gaze instantly locking onto Wang Cheng on the [Jingyun].

"Come die!"

He could distinguish between primary and secondary matters; even with an improved level of cultivation, he could not possibly defeat the Tanka people's fleet by himself.

Even a high-ranking official would be overwhelmed and killed if he didn't run away quickly when encountering a large army, let alone him.

Therefore, Mao Haifeng now only has one option: to use the effect of the [Xuanwu Gate Plaque] to directly kill Wang Cheng, his competitor.

He stood with his feet apart in a horse stance, holding a pair of divine weapons, the Iron Spine Horizontal Mace, and bent his upper body like a snapping bow.

It was none other than the combined martial and magical attack of the Thirty-Six Paths Thunder God's Cloak Mace—[The Ultimate Weapon: Thunder God's Chisel]!
The unity of heaven and man, with one foot already in the upper three ranks, is indeed different.

As soon as he began to move, dark clouds rolled in from above, and bright electric snakes slithered beneath the clouds, flicking their tongues to lick the tip of his mace.

The chilling killing intent silenced the entire battlefield for a moment.

"Quickly! Protect the prince!"

The bald monk and his personal guards, along with Uncle Zhang San, Uncle Dong Qi, Huang Yuanzhou, their own twenty-four generals, and thirty-six fierce warriors, all rushed over.

However, apart from Shen Yueye and a very few core members, no one knew that the "Wang Cheng" at the front was actually an evil spirit in disguise and was not afraid of death at all.

Even in such a life-or-death moment, he remained calm and composed, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He also ordered everyone to stay away and clear the battlefield.

It's because he still has one trump card up his sleeve.

To ensure a resounding victory in the Battle of Xiangji Temple, Wang Cheng, like the Tang army before him, invited a powerful external force.

I originally thought I could save this last trump card, which is like a double-edged sword, capable of hurting others and myself.

But ultimately, they underestimated Mao Haifeng's ruthlessness. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't prevent the sale of those three times the amount of "Pregnancy Guarantee Pills" – a product they saw as a rare commodity.

Seeing the shockwave about to explode from the opponent's hand, he calmly formed a hand seal and said:

"Imperial Decree: Summon the great navigator Magellan to the altar!"

He thought to himself that Magellan had said that the resurrected warship was difficult to handle, and he could only act as a guide, with very limited ability to interfere with the warship.

So after putting on a show of being a big shot in front of everyone, he grabbed his senior sister Shen Yueye's hand and prepared to make the same strategic move.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, waves surged on the sea in front of him.

The flagship of the Global Fleet, the national treasure, the Trinidad, activated its exclusive ability "Global Voyage" and teleported to the battlefield, just in time to block the iron-spine-shaped mace that Mao Haifeng had shot out.

Boom——! ! !
With a deafening roar, a large hole was instantly blasted through the half-meter-thick midships hull of the warship by a heavy mace.

"squeak--!"

Every plank, every cable, every blade, and every controlled crew member on the entire warship was screaming in anger.

Without any guidance, countless branches and roots shot towards Mao Haifeng, who looked completely bewildered.

Standing atop the tall mainmast, Magellan removed his tricorn captain's hat and gave Wang Cheng a graceful bow:
“Your Majesty, I have told you before.”

As the captain of the [Trinidad], I'm quite adept at 'advising' the Demon Tree on who to devour first (Chapter 127).

(End of this chapter)