Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 405 Wang Cheng: This is the Mirage Cloud Dragon Ship, welcome home.
"The Beidou Seven-Star Ship?!"

Is this the treasure ship's crew actively contacting nearby Heavenly Craft Treasure Ships? And is the ship spirit that just issued a voice prompt the historical relic, the [Compass]?
Isn't this the 'compass and grip' I've been looking for?
No, even if it's risky, I have to get closer and take a look.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Cheng immediately grasped the key to the prophecy. Overjoyed, his carefully laid-out conservative plan vanished, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave.

Turning his head, he noticed that although this group of second-generation immortals had also felt the earthquake, they seemed completely unconcerned. He quickly asked:

"May I ask what just happened to you all?"

The second-generation rich kids were still admiring the "national treasure" he had presented, in a good mood, and answered his question casually:

"What a country bumpkin."

More than a hundred years ago, your suzerain state of Dazhao, the suzerain state of the Southeast Asian natives, sent Zheng He on seven voyages to the Western Ocean, and the treasure ships and fleets he led fell into our hands.

These people would struggle desperately from time to time, trying to break free of the Mountain and Sea Curse, but with the [Inverted Yin-Yang Array] suppressed by the nine Ascended Immortals, they could not escape no matter what.

"You'll see, I bet they won't even be able to break into this Penglai Secret Realm, nestled between the mortal world and the immortal realm."

"with!"

"I'll follow too!"

Amidst the laughter, someone suddenly suggested:

"Why don't we go over and take a look?"
Anyway, Jiu'er's parents and Tao's parents are all there, so it's a good opportunity to see how that Heavenly Treasure Ship has managed to hold out until now under the siege of the six major immortal sects.

Others agreed.

Ordinary thrills are no longer enough for these second-generation kids who have eaten and played with everything; they always want to pursue something different.

Only a very small number of mature and prudent individuals have reservations:
"When I left home, my father told me to stay on the island. What if I left without permission and it delayed the important matters of the immortal sect?"
Moreover, we have several younger siblings here who are still minors and only sixth-rank officials. If something were to happen to them, it would be difficult to explain to our senior uncles and masters.

A glint of green light flashed in the eyes of "Tao Mo," who was controlled by the demon in the crowd, and he suddenly suggested:
"We're just taking a quick trip around the edge of Penglai Wonderland, it shouldn't matter."

"At worst, we can borrow our Aunt Xian'er's pet monster for protection. Even if there are some aftershocks from the battle, a living ghost or deity is more than enough to handle them."

"That's a good idea."

Soon, everyone reached a consensus.

Yun Jinlong beckoned to Wang Cheng on the ground:

"Wuna Tiger Demon, don't leave yet! Come on up here quickly! Escort us to the border of the secret realm. As long as you do a good job, you'll naturally get your share of the rewards."

"Order!"

Wang Cheng, without any hesitation, acted like a true lackey, whipping up a whirlwind and rushing onto the cloud bed.

Stand at the edge closest to the east, close your eyes, concentrate and try your best to sense the other person's position.

At the same time, the spirits and deities left their bodies and "dutifully" protected half of the cloud bed.

Then everyone ushered the Nine-Headed Immortal's female master, Jiu'er, forward.

"If we want to leave this Penglai Immortal Island ahead of time, we'll have to rely on our little sister Jiu'er."

Shi Jiu'er, not wanting to spoil the fun, casually took out a beautiful white jade talisman and let out a delicate shout:
"disease!"

The wisps of mirage in front of everyone suddenly parted to the sides, revealing a passage leading directly to the edge of the secret realm.

The cloud bed seemed to be possessed by a will-o'-the-wisp youth, suddenly accelerating and launching off, flying away with a "whoosh" without being hindered by the formation.

Clearly, Shi Jiu'er was holding a jade talisman that could control the core of the [Ten Thousand Miles of Mystery Array].

As for why such a crucial treasure would fall into the hands of a mere fifth-rank official?

Tsk, the immortal realm is actually the same as the outside world. Many things are not allowed in principle, but are actually allowed in practice; and things are allowed in principle, but are actually not allowed in practice.

There are ways to precisely exploit the gaps between the rules and reality.

If they don't do something that breaks the rules, can they still be called second-generation rich kids?
Separated by a wall from the border of the Immortal Realm, a violent typhoon has suddenly swept across the vast ocean.

Woo woo woo.
The pitch-black seawater rose and fell like an endless mountain range, sometimes sinking hundreds of feet into the sea, sometimes soaring thousands of feet into the sky.

Any sailboat that reaches this point will helplessly turn into a rolling ball, tumbling from this "peak" to another "valley," and then rolling back again.

The torrential rain transformed the dark sky above into another vast sea, making the sky and sea appear inverted.

The ship, situated in this environment, is most afraid of the constant rocking and the inevitable fear that it will plunge into the "sky" and never be able to float again. And this is merely the most basic application of the [Inverted Yin-Yang Array].

Fortunately, what fell into the formation were not ordinary ships, but seven Heavenly Treasure Ships.

They charged towards Penglai Immortal Island, braving the powerful immortal formation that could "turn Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed and transform a short distance into the ends of the earth."

Inside the flagship ship, the "Beidou Qiyuan Ship," all the high-ranking officials, whether in person or projected into form, were staring intently at the historical relic, the "Sinan."

The air around my ears was filled with static.

"Sizzle. Sizzle"

Someone couldn't help but shout excitedly:
"Brother Gongshu, did you just detect a Heavenly Craft Treasure Ship, or perhaps the [Mirage Cloud Dragon Ship] that we were unable to build back then?"
Why is there no signal again all of a sudden?

"After 130 years, I have seen a new, exquisitely crafted ship. It is truly a blessing that Heaven has not forsaken me!"

"Does anyone have any incense money left? Quickly burn some to help save the day!"

In the practice of Taoism, incense and religious offerings are not omnipotent, but they are all-powerful.

The spirits aren't responding? Burn more money! The ritual implements aren't working? Burn more money! The millstone won't move by itself? Burn more money!
It's the same here; the signal is blocked by the inverted Yin-Yang array, so burning more paper money will definitely help.

However, after being trapped for many years, everyone was penniless. Only Zheng He, the chief envoy, could still have some savings thanks to his extensive influence in the coastal countries.

When all the generals looked at Zheng He, this renowned eunuch, who had recounted the history of China, subconsciously clutched his purse, and said with a bitter face:
"You can't just take advantage of every single sheep!"

If you ask me, Old Wang is the one who keeps his true abilities hidden the most.

Things are different now; times have changed. Old Wang is now the richest man among us.

His reminder made the others suddenly realize something, and they slapped their foreheads as they looked at the old man sitting in the cabin:

"That's right.

Old Wang, you old codger, you've accomplished something truly remarkable without a word. All of us here combined, and our descendants, won't amount to as much as your Wang family.

First, the fourth generation descendant, the strongest water collector in the world, Jinghai Wang, established the East Sea Kingdom.

Then, the fifth generation of descendants established a second state, which was recognized by the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, and transformed into the sixty-fourth vassal state of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Your fifth-generation ancestor was respectfully invited into the ancestral temple of the feudal lords, where he effortlessly enjoyed the continuous flow of the nation's fortune.

"That's right, our brothers don't need to eat or drink after they die, and we don't need to throw a big banquet, but you, old man, really have to pay for it!"

Wang Bangyan, with a smug look on his face, waved his hand at his colleagues:
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. Hahaha."

The mechanical puppets nearby, equipped with uniform expression modules, all simultaneously adopted the same expression, glancing sideways: →_→

Because the crown of this second-rank ghost god had changed quietly at some point.

His robes transformed into a crimson dragon robe representing a vassal king or ruler, one rank lower than the emperor's dragon robe, and he wore a nine-tasseled jade headdress.

It's a classic case of later generations planting trees so that earlier generations could enjoy the shade, and he benefited from it all to gain the prestigious position of a prince.

Wang Bangyan generously counted two thousand coins from his sleeve, casually lit them, and tossed them into the compass, still shaking his head and saying:
"I do not desire to be ennobled; I only wish for peace on the seas."

The old man would rather his descendants not be so successful and not have to become any kind of vassal king.

"As long as I could become a high-ranking envoy or imperial commissioner, and open up sea routes to the West, even if it meant being their servant, I, the king, would be willing!"

Everyone cursed him in their hearts: "This old bastard is shameless for getting a good deal and still acting innocent."

Surely Old Wang's descendants wouldn't be as repressed and eccentric as him, right? Otherwise, it would be utterly outrageous.

Before they could even voice their true feelings.

Amidst the jubilant gazes of the crowd, the spirit of the Beidou Seven Yuan ship suddenly opened its mouth and uttered a voice that, though young, possessed a profound and authoritative authority:

"Calling for the [Beidou Seven-Yuan Ship]!"
This is the flagship of the treasure ship fleet, the "Mirage Cloud Dragon," which led the eighth voyage to the Western Ocean. I am Wang Fugui, a third-rank commander of Zhenhai Guard, the chief naval officer of Minzhou, and personally appointed by His Majesty as Imperial Envoy, Commander-in-Chief, and Acting Governor-General of the Southern Ocean.

Welcome home, everyone.

Is the Commander-in-Chief of the Naval Forces, the Grand Eunuch Sanbao, present? Is the Chief Fire Officer of the Naval Forces, Lord Wang Bangyan, present?

(End of this chapter)