Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

The yacht cut through the waves in the night, the sea breeze salty and briny, making the flag on the bow flutter loudly.

"Damn... I've never been on a yacht before." Zhao Mengde looked at the long waves crashing behind him. "Is this yacht yours too?"

"It should be." Lu Ye nodded.

"Relax a bit, bro."

Chen Chen, who had changed into a casual vacation outfit of shorts and flip-flops, came out of the cabin and tossed Zhao Mengde a pair of sunglasses that looked exactly like his own, along with a cigar.

"Your godfather has far more wealth than you imagine. You'll have to get used to it being capital; it might all be part of the inheritance we'll receive later, haha!"

"I don't want the inheritance," Zhao Mengde shook his head, "but I can be the manager of my future nephew's assets."

"Who is your nephew?" Chen Chen asked, puzzled.

Zhao Mengde smiled and said, "My godfather's future son or daughter."

Is your godfather's future child your nephew?

Chen Chen quickly calculated the generational relationships and exclaimed inwardly, "Oh no! Isn't that older brother several generations ahead of me?"

"Big brother's mind works faster... I've learned a lot from you, second brother."

"Not at all, Second Brother is just being modest."

The two found common ground and shared a mutual appreciation.

Lu Ye leaned against the railing on the second deck, holding a thermos cup in his hand, looking at a dark shadow that was faintly visible on the horizon where the sea met the sky.

"Those are the coordinates?"

Wu Qing stood next to him, still holding that bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). "The dungeon entrance is 8,000 meters underwater. There's a trench in the ocean called 'The Abyss'."

"Eight thousand meters." Lu Ye took a sip of tea. "Won't we be crushed into meat patties down there?"

"We have deep-sea submersibles from the military, capable of reaching depths of up to 12,000 meters." Wu Qing paused, "But once you enter the instance, you don't rely on submersibles."

"So you're relying on fate, huh?"

Lu glanced at her sideways: "Now that you mention it, I'm even less inclined to go down."

"Anyway, you're not going to die easily."

"you're right."

Footsteps came from behind. Lu turned around and saw Bai Ye walking up with a cup of hot milk. The milk was sloshing around the rim of the cup. This guy always walked with a steady gait. The old man was following behind him.

"Can your armored warrior fight underwater?" Lu Ye asked casually.

Bai Ye thought about it carefully: "Yes, but the movement will be slower, as the resistance of the seawater will affect the kinetic energy of the strike."

"Then you'll stand behind me."

Why?

"Because I can swim faster than you."

Bai Ye didn't understand that this was a joke, and nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

"You really have no conversation skills."

Bai Ye, the little boy, completely failed to grasp the fun of his way of chatting. Lu Ye, not wanting to get involved in the mutual flattery between the two adopted sons, turned around and went into the cabin to play with Lu Xiaoyao.

The yacht sailed for another half hour before finally stopping in front of the huge dark shape.

This is an enormous metal behemoth, half-floating on the water, like a stranded iron whale.

"The military's underwater vehicle, 'Abyss'." Wu Qing looked up at the behemoth, her eyes unusually warm. "It can carry twelve people, has an underwater endurance of seventy-two hours, and can self-destruct if necessary, with a destructive power no less than twelve nuclear bombs."

Lu was startled: "If we don't successfully clear the dungeon, you guys aren't going to just blow up the submarine, are you...?"

"you guess."

"That seems to be the case. Let's get on board!"

Lu Ye waved his hand, turned around and stepped onto the platform where the submarine had landed. Looking back, he found that apart from him and Bai Ye, Zhao Mengde, Chen Chen and Lu Xiaoyao, who wanted to come up, were all blocked by Wu Qing.

"Those with spots, go up; everyone else, stay put."

Zhao Mengde and Chen Chen could only wave goodbye with deep emotion: "Godfather, you must come out alive!"

"Don't worry, this is just a small S-rank dungeon, no problem."

........

The platform slowly rose until it reached a larger platform on top of the submersible.

Lu Ye was greeted by a handsome man standing in the sea breeze.

He was tall and straight, wearing a dark gray combat uniform, with a perfectly measured smile on his face. He was the kind of person who looked reliable and would be called "senior" in the academy.

"Yanjun Academy, Fang Jinxun." This person seemed to have been waiting here specifically for this purpose.

"Yanjun Academy?" Lu Ye immediately remembered it, his eyes scanning around. "Just you? Where's the other one?"

"There's one more..." Fang Jinxun's face revealed a playful smile.

"You scoundrel!"

A clear, crisp voice came from above, followed by a figure descending from the sky, charging straight towards Lu Ye with unparalleled momentum, showing no mercy whatsoever.

However, I didn't use that sword.

Bang bang bang!

The dull thuds of fists and feet striking each other rang out in rapid succession.

Lu Ye then pinned the girl who attacked him to the ground and began to beat her mercilessly.

Finally, he rolled over, twisted her arms behind her back, and pressed her down, then gave her another round of hard pounding on her pert buttocks.

"With whom?"

"Are you convinced?"

"Let go of Xue'er!"

Fang Jinxun's smile froze on his face as he flew over to try and rescue her.

Lu Ye kicked him back again.

Finish work.

Lu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sea breeze, exuding an air of superiority.

He watched the girl who had turned and flown back.

The girl wore a white lace dress that reached her knees, her exposed skin as white as snow, and sparkling crystal pendants adorned her long hair. Behind her, a chilling ice sword floated in the air.

Her face was almost identical to Ling Xin'er's, except that she had a more lively and unrestrained quality.

The only thing that slightly detracts from the overall aesthetic is the bruising around the left eye.

I just got punched by Lu Ye.

"Xue'er, are you alright?" Fang Jinxun turned to look at Ling Xue'er standing beside him.

"It's alright." Ling Xue'er looked at Lu Ye with shining eyes, the ice sword behind her poised to strike.

Sensing this frenzied fighting spirit, Fang Jinxun smiled helplessly and could only take a step forward, while Bai Ye also took a step forward.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Lu Ye beckoned to Ling Xue'er with his finger, "Come on, watch how I pin you to the ground and beat you up."

It seems I didn't hit hard enough just now.

"Say it again?"

"Even if I give you a handicap, you won't be a match for me."

An invisible, chilling sword aura began to permeate the air.

But when she saw the bracelet on his wrist when he raised his hand, Ling Xue'er suddenly fell silent and calmly uttered a harsh remark.

"You wait, this isn't over yet, my sister's matter isn't over."

Lu Ye never backs down under pressure, and retorted with a harsh remark, "Fine, wait until I beat you into submission."

Fang Jinxun, who was standing to the side, regained his calm smile. "It seems that at least we don't need to introduce ourselves. There is still one person from the academy who hasn't arrived yet. Let's wait a bit."

Just then, the sound of an engine came from the sea, and a small speedboat came cutting through the waves, with two people standing on it.

The tall, thin man in front of me had several dominoes with strange patterns hanging from his waist. His eyes were calm, like a still pool of water.

Behind her was a girl with a low ponytail, a round face, who looked young but had a gentle demeanor. She waved from a distance.

"Mo Yuan and Su Qianqian are from Beiming Academy," Fang Jinxun said. "Mo Yuan is skilled in trickery and detection, while Su Qianqian is a perception-type and support character."

As the speedboat approached, the two nimbly jumped onto the deck of the submarine.

Su Qianqian jogged over, her gaze sweeping over the six people's faces before finally lingering a moment longer on Lu Ye's face, a curious smile appearing on her lips: "You're the Lu Ye who messed up the S-rank dungeon?"

Lu Ye: "The way you're saying that makes it sound like they did it on purpose."

Su Qianqian smiled and said, "That's true. There's a lot of talk about you in many colleges now."

"What else are you guys spreading?" Lu Ye became quite interested. He hadn't expected that Lu Ye was so famous now.

Su Qianqian smiled and took two steps back: "They say you are licentious and have married several wives, and you don't even spare the supernatural."

"Hmph!" Ling Xue'er snorted coldly from the other end at the same time.

Lu Ye: "Who the hell spread these rumors? Die!"