Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

A few days later, the Jiangnan region entered the plum rain season.

Continuous rain shrouded both banks of the Yangtze River, and thick fog blanketed the river all day, resulting in extremely low visibility.

In this awful weather, even the fishing boats returned to port early, and the wide river was deserted.

Night fell, around the second watch of the night.

Thick fog rolled across the river outside the Longjiang Shipyard.

Three shallow-draft, incredibly fast seagoing ships, like three ghosts.

Under the cover of the thick fog, it silently drifted downstream, approaching the shipyard's dock.

At the bow of the ship stood hundreds of desperados, clad in straw raincoats and wielding Japanese swords.

The leader was short and stocky, with one eye and a hideous scar across his face.

It was none other than the one-eyed dragon, the giant pirate of the East Sea.

"Master, the Longjiang Shipyard is just ahead. I heard that the Imperial Envoy's headquarters are located in the shipyard, and we'll be drinking on the watchtower there tonight."

A henchman reported in a low voice.

The one-eyed dragon licked its chapped lips, its single eye flashing with greed and cruelty.

"The employer gave us 100,000 taels. As long as we kill that imperial envoy and burn down the shipyard, we'll get another 100,000 taels after it's all done. Brothers, once this deal is done, we'll go back to the East China Sea and live the high life!"

"Once we're ashore, kill everyone you see, and set all the tung oil in those warehouses on fire!"

"yes!"

The henchmen drew their katana, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Three Haicang ships quietly docked at the shipyard's pier.

Hundreds of Japanese pirates, like rats in the night, nimbly scaled the pier and crept into the factory area.

At this time, apart from a few patrolling teams of Imperial Guards and night watchmen in the warehouse, most of the craftsmen were fast asleep in the shantytown.

The watchtower at the highest point was brightly lit.

Pei Yuan, wearing a large outer robe, sat at the table, drinking strong liquor alone.

Lu Zheng stood outside the door, holding his embroidered spring knife.

The fog on the river grew thicker and thicker, almost pouring into the windows of the watchtower.

Pei Yuan held his wine cup, his gaze passing over the window and landing on the dark night where thick fog shrouded the river.

Suddenly, his hand holding the wine cup paused slightly.

With the boost of thousands of points of spiritual attribute, his terrifying perception instantly pierced through the obstacles of thick fog and wind and rain.

He heard the unusual sound of waves lapping against the hull of the boat, and the dense yet light footsteps on the pier.

They could even smell a murderous aura mixed with the fishy smell of the sea and the rust of inferior weapons.

A chilling smile slowly crept onto Pei Yuan's lips.

He downed the liquor in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the table with a "smack".

"Lu Zheng".

Upon hearing the voice, Lu Zheng entered and bowed, asking, "What are your orders, sir?"

"Go and tell the brothers down there to put out all the torches and retreat to both sides of the dry dock. Tell Old Yan to have the craftsmen lock the wooden doors of the shantytown, and forbid anyone from making a sound."

Pei Yuan spoke in a calm tone, as if he were giving an ordinary, trivial instruction.

Lu Zheng was taken aback: "My lord, why is that?"

"Because a group of reckless sea rats came ashore."

Pei Yuan stood up, walked to the wall, took down the Embroidered Spring Blade hanging there, and gently stroked the scabbard with his fingers, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"It must be that the salt merchants and corrupt officials in Jinling City have been driven to desperation by me, and have come up with this despicable method of using someone else to do their dirty work. Very well, tonight will be the night to let this knife have its fill."

Lu Zheng's expression changed drastically, and he instantly realized that the shipyard had been attacked.

He drew his embroidered spring knife and said urgently, "My lord! I will immediately gather five hundred Imperial Guards from the factory area to form a defensive formation! I will ensure your safety!"

"No need."

Pei Yuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

He walked to the window, looked down at the factory area shrouded in thick fog, and spoke with an air of arrogance that seemed to look down on the world.

"A mere few hundred petty thieves? If I were to mobilize troops, wouldn't that tarnish my reputation?"

"You just need to guard the dock and protect the keel of that treasure ship. The rest is enough for me."

After saying that, Pei Yuan flashed and leaped out of the window of the three-zhang-high watchtower.

The bright red flying fish robe fluttered in the night wind, instantly blending into the thick fog.

Lu Zheng stared in horror at the direction where Pei Yuan had disappeared, his heart filled with turmoil.

Your lightness skill and agility are simply like a ghost!

The shipyard's warehouse area.

The one-eyed dragon, leading two hundred Japanese pirates, took advantage of the fog and had already reached the outside of the warehouse where tung oil was stored.

"Boss, we've groped the necks of all the guards. This warehouse is full of tung oil; if we set it on fire, the shipyard will be reduced to ashes!"

One of the henchmen excitedly raised his torch, about to step forward and light the tung oil barrel.

Just now.

From the depths of the thick fog, a series of crisp footsteps suddenly echoed.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, as if they were strolling leisurely, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet factory area.

The one-eyed dragon's heart skipped a beat. He gripped his katana tightly and shouted sharply:

"Who goes there! Show yourself!"

The mist parted like the tide.

A tall, slender figure slowly entered everyone's view.

Pei Yuan, dressed in a bright red robe, held his unsheathed embroidered spring knife upside down in his right hand, looking at the group of Japanese pirates who resembled clowns jumping around with a mocking expression.

"In the dead of night, instead of feeding turtles in the sea, you all come to my shipyard to play with fire. Do you even know that the tung oil here was painstakingly extracted from those corrupt officials?"

Pei Yuan stopped in his tracks, his tone chilling and biting.

The one-eyed dragon narrowed its eyes, saw Pei Yuan's attire clearly, and let out a sinister laugh.

"So you're that imperial envoy named Pei Yuan? What a stroke of luck! Listen up, everyone! Our master said the head of an imperial envoy is worth 100,000 taels of silver! Kill him!"

"kill!"

Two hundred fierce Japanese pirates roared and brandished their gleaming swords, rushing towards Pei Yuan like a pack of wolves.

Facing the surging enemy, Pei Yuan didn't even flinch.

His agility and strength, which were worth thousands of points, were completely unleashed at this moment.

"Zheng"

The Embroidered Spring Blade was drawn.

That cold, sharp glint of light instantly illuminated the surrounding thick fog.

The three Japanese pirates who rushed in front of Pei Yuan first only felt a blur before their eyes.

Before he could even see how the other person made their move, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three fine heads shot into the sky, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain onto the muddy ground.

This is just the beginning.

Pei Yuan's figure transformed into a red line invisible to the naked eye, and he fearlessly charged into the enemy formation of two hundred men.

Those Japanese pirates who ran rampant and fearless along the coast of the East China Sea.

In front of Pei Yuan, she was so vulnerable that she had no room to resist.

In his hands, the Embroidered Spring Blade seemed to transform into a death scythe, reaping lives.

Every swing of the knife is accompanied by severed limbs and heart-wrenching screams.

The swordsmanship was extremely simple, direct, and ruthless, with no fancy moves, only crushing attacks.

Blood stained Pei Yuan's flying fish robe, dripping down the hilt of his sword.

The blood pooled on the ground, forming shocking puddles.

In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Of those two hundred fierce-looking Japanese pirates, more than half had already fallen.

The remaining dozens of people were already terrified by this inhuman slaughter.

Their hands, gripping the knives, trembled violently, and they looked at Pei Yuan as if he were a demon crawling out of hell.

"Is...is this even human...?"

The one-eyed dragon retreated repeatedly. He had roamed the East Sea for more than ten years, but he had never seen such a terrifying evil star.

He single-handedly fought two hundred people and was completely unharmed, without even a lapse in his breathing!