Man on the ark, forced to become king

"The good news is that the three of us are all quite strong, so even if we crash into each other, nothing serious will happen."

"What about the bad ones?"

"Bad..."

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, reached his arm down to his feet, and pulled out what looked like a footrest.

"What the hell is this?"

"Brake, brake..."

"ah????"

Lin Lu's vision went black for a moment, and she roared, "Then let go of my foot! Let go! Stop pressing the accelerator!"

"But in this situation, it seems pointless whether I loosen my grip or not?"

The massive mobile city block was already in sight, and Nian scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"It's too late... then activate your shield! Quick, activate your shield!"

"Here it comes! I almost forgot!"

After being reminded, Nian suddenly realized what was happening. The cloud patterns that had been rising around him suddenly brightened and then covered the steering wheel and brake pedal in his arms.

"They're giving us both shields!"

boom!

Lin Lu's roar was drowned out by the loud noise.

On the walls of Shangshu City, the soldiers responsible for patrolling the edge rubbed their eyes as they watched a long dragon of smoke rushing towards them, followed by a slight tremor in the ground beneath their feet.

The thing that was speeding towards us, which looked like a car, crashed solidly into the area below the city block. The explosion sent flames shooting more than ten meters high, and debris flew everywhere, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

woo-

The next second, the alarm from the automatic defense system went off.

Chapter 161 Sister, come and get me quickly!

Shangshu, a famous city nestled among mountains, boasts a long and rich history. Since ancient times, it has been favored by many literati and scholars who have traveled to admire the scenery and composed poems.

As a result, many strange tales and bizarre events have been told among the people, and legends of gods and monsters have been heard from time to time.

It is said that long ago, Shangshu had three mountains and eighteen peaks, but after a natural disaster, the broken eighteenth peak mysteriously disappeared.

Today, the Eighteen Peaks have become a legend among the common people, with experts and scholars offering various opinions. Many believe that it does not actually exist and that the legend is just that—a legend.

However, this story is still talked about by word of mouth, because the land of Shangshu is full of strange and wonderful legends.

Some traffic lights will display strange colors at midnight.

The dishes, jars, and various small objects in the house start moving on their own and will even attack passersby. When they get tired of moving, they will turn back to their original form.

All sorts of strange spirits appear at night to play tricks on the sleeping residents.

Some even saw ethereal fairy mountains appearing in the clouds in the night sky, and could even see goddesses dancing...

There are many things that people have witnessed, but when these stories are spread, few people believe them; they are merely treated as casual conversation.

Only a very few people in high positions in Shangshu City know that most of the strange tales circulating in the city are true, and their origins all lie in the eighteen vanished peaks.

……

As the saying goes, "The cries of monkeys on both banks could not stop the light boat from passing through ten thousand mountains."

Listen to the calls of birds and monkeys in the forest, and see a light boat crossing the water, drifting downstream, creating ripples, and in the blink of an eye, it has passed several mountain streams.

In early spring, for some reason, snowflakes suddenly began to fall, draping the trees in a touch of white.

Fine snowflakes fluttered in the air, stirring up swirling clouds and mist.

A pale, watery hue climbs up the branches and leaves, condensing into a translucent, crystalline form, like a piece of white jade.

High mountains, flowing water.

Snow falls, clouds rise.

Mountains and waters complement each other, and clouds and snow blend into one color.

That small boat floated among the mountains and waters, much like a traditional Chinese ink painting with ink still wet.

A gentle breeze rustles through the pine branches, and the stream reflects the clouds.

The painting unfolds in a continuous scroll, boats glide on the blue waves, and people wander within the painting.

Tick-tick~tick-tick~

The snowflakes falling from the bow of the boat drifted away, dripping onto the water and creating ripples. The man punting the boat stood at the bow, adjusted his straw hat, sighed, and took out a folded piece of white paper from his pocket. Looking back, he saw that a mountain had appeared out of nowhere amidst the misty clouds, nestled among the mountain ranges.

Suddenly, I heard of a fairy mountain in the sea, a mountain in the misty void.

This line of poetry shouldn't be used here, but it seems rather fitting now.

Gazing at the suddenly appearing mountain beyond the mountain, the boatman remained silent for a moment, then suddenly twitched his fingers.

Thus, the water vapor floating in the clouds condensed into droplets, which, when gathered in twos and threes, transformed into a crystal-clear water sword that swept towards the ethereal fairy mountain.

In an instant, the boatman who was punting the boat straightened his body, and his voice resounded through the mountains.

"Shenlou requests an audience; please grant me an audience!"

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On the mountain peak, in a pavilion, a woman in white lay on a stone table, pressing down the mess of papers beneath her. A gourd with dragon patterns was casually tilted to one side, and a little orange-yellow wine dripped down the mouth of the gourd, forming a pool of wine stain.

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A whooshing sound rang out, and a water sword unfurled from the clouds, flying down from the foot of the mountain. The woman, seemingly drunk, twitched her eyelids, casually raised her hand, and held the water sword between her two fingers.

"Hmm... I haven't had enough sleep yet."

The woman sat up, her eyelids, painted with light red eyeshadow, opened, her eyes hazy, as if she were drunk. She first stretched, then raised the hand holding the water sword, looked at it carefully, and shook her head with a smile.

"I wondered who was disturbing my peaceful sleep, but it turns out to be an old friend visiting. Could it be that someone thinks I've been idle for too long?"

As she said this, the woman's pointed ears twitched slightly, as if she had heard something. She picked up the half-empty wine cup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and exhaled softly.

Click~

The crystalline water sword shattered and disappeared, and an inky arm slowly extended, flailing wildly.

It should be Tianxian who was drunk and smashed Baiyun to pieces.

In an instant, the peaks shrouded in clouds changed color.

A sudden gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, tore apart large swathes of white clouds. With a gentle flick of its dark arm, the enormous beast claws that had condensed the mist dispersed from the immortal mountain, revealing the winding mountain path leading down below.

A moment later, thick boots strode across the mountain path, leaping and bounding.

Shen Lou, the boatman who had gathered water into a sword from the foot of the mountain, stepped onto the pavilion at the summit, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "It's been many days since I last saw you, and your young lady is still as charming as ever."

"Using rain as a sword, the Floating Duckweed Rain Master, it has indeed been a long time since we've seen him."

Ling jumped down from the stone table, picked up the leaky, empty wine gourd, shook it, and laughed, "I didn't know that the dignified Rain Master had learned such polite words. If you want to see me, why go to such great lengths? Just come up the mountain. Why do you need to knock on the door now?"

"Saying I'm still as charming as ever... aren't you just mocking my reeking alcohol?"

"You flatter me, young lady. I am but a rough man, and it is never wrong for me to learn some manners."

Yu Shi Shenlou's usually stern face softened with a smile, and he casually sat down on the stone bench.

"Come on, you're not cut out for this. Who knocks on the door with a sword?"

With the gourd mouth facing down, the last drop of wine dripped out. Ling smacked his lips, placed the gourd on the table, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

"I've come all this way, and you don't even know how much wine you're going to give me."

"Next time, definitely next time."

Shen Lou gave a perfunctory reply, his expression natural, and took out a folded piece of white paper from his sleeve and handed it over.

"I apologize for disturbing you this time, but there is indeed something I need. The Shangshu government sent a letter, but Lord Qinglei was unwilling to come, and no one else could come, so they had to ask me to deliver it. Now, it has finally been delivered."

"A letter, for me? That's strange. Could it be that there's another war on the border? But that doesn't make sense. If it were, it should be a letter written by the Grand Tutor himself. If I'm not mistaken, this thing is printed on paper from the government office. Using this to write a letter is too perfunctory. Who sent it?"

Ling held the folded white paper and looked at Shenlou in surprise.

Shen Lou smiled but remained silent.

"Alright, you all've all learned to say only half of what you mean."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Ling simply stopped asking and began to unfold the folded paper. The elegant calligraphy, mixed with a familiar feeling, came into view.

[Sister, it's like seeing you in person... Xi and I are being held at the yamen! Please come and get us!!!]

The preface and the following text on the paper do not match, and the handwriting is also inconsistent, clearly indicating that they were written by two different people. Several large exclamation marks are also drawn at the end.

Needless to say, with just one glance, Ling knew who had written the letter.

Who else could it be?

Judging from this smell, it must be her two troublesome little sisters who have come to Shangshu.

But... what kind of situation is this?