Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 350: Momentum 325, Part 1

The sea breeze blew, waves crashing layer upon layer against the hull, spreading large patches of white foam between the water and wood.

A two-story low ship with sixteen sails, operated by rows of sturdy oars on both sides, continually paddled forward, navigating the sea.

Cheng Hui stood on the deck, leaning against the ship’s side, gazing towards the right front.

"White Island... Let’s hope there’s some gains."

"No need to worry." Sitting beside him on a large fixed chair on the deck was a giant, slumped like stewed fatty meat, resembling a lump of braised pork.

This giant wore a smile, bald, draped in a red robe, with five strong women continuously massaging his body.

This person was none other than Kongwu, the recently resigned Sea Dragon King from the Sea Dragon organization.

Among the Kong-name generations, his strength and potential were initially not considered strong enough, so he was dispatched to oversee the Sea Dragon organization.

Unexpectedly, he utilized the Sea Dragon organization to swiftly find his path and method of cultivation.

Within just over a decade, his strength skyrocketed, and he stepped into the status of a Grandmaster and successfully paid homage to the gods. This allowed him to truly enter the high ranks of the Zhenfo Temple.

This time, he was originally supposed to investigate the Wanghai Temple murder case together with Kongding.

But midway, he deliberately slowed down, took a detour, and hid himself well.

Now, after secretly sending confidants to investigate for a long time, he finally figured out that the biggest suspect in Citong is the sect official Zhang Ying.

No matter what identity this person has, they must have a significant connection with the human lineage’s hidden treasures.

At this time, Golden Wing Pavilion leader Cheng Hui, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, confirmed his suspicion.

Cheng Hui also believed Zhang Ying to be the most suspicious among those involved in the hidden human lineage.

Moreover, Cheng Hui provided him with an important piece of information.

That was the data regarding White Island.

Seeing Cheng Hui somewhat uneasy, Kongwu smiled.

"In this place, we are strangers with limited manpower, passively reacting everywhere. Whatever we try, they will see, discover, and track us.

Considering this, why not intentionally leak the information we want to, then reveal flaws, prompting them to strike?

And the location of their action, we can choose it ourselves."

"You mean?!" Cheng Hui suddenly understood.

Sea Dragon, Sea Dragon, naturally implies strong water capability associated with the name.

Among them, Kongwu, honored as the Sea Dragon King, is more adept at sea than on land, with his strength surpassing that on land by a margin.

So, as long as it’s at sea, it’s equivalent to entering Kongwu’s home ground.

Seeing Cheng Hui still somewhat worried, Kongwu chuckled.

"Since you are still concerned, you might decide to join me in achieving success, or choose to return and leave yourself?"

"...." Cheng Hui hesitated.

He looked at Kongwu.

This former Sea Dragon King was accompanied by thirteen divine warriors from the Sea Dragon organization, who left with him initially, excelling in both internal techniques and external medicine, all were gun experts and skilled in combined assembly arrays—the Demon Suppression Jing Mountain Map.

Even encountering Three Emptiness Gods, these men could engage and prevail.

Such strength, coupled with the prepared post-plan aboard the ship.

This time, if the masterminds truly are drawn out, escape would be nearly impossible.

Yet...

Cheng Hui felt an inexplicable discomfort.

But he couldn’t pinpoint where the unease stemmed from.

"I want to go back!" He suddenly exclaimed, earnestly addressing Kongwu, with a solemn gaze.

"You dare flee before the battle!?" A master beside Kongwu angered and prepared to advance.

"Hold on." Kongwu raised his hand, scrutinizing Cheng Hui.

Sea winds fluttered both their robes, bringing a refreshing coolness.

His gaze appeared frozen on Cheng Hui’s face, unmoving.

More than ten seconds passed.

Then he revealed a smile again.

"Okay, since I promised you earlier, I’ll keep my word."

He clapped his hands.

"Arrange a small boat for him to return on his own. The harbor is not far, rowing back is fairly simple. No worries, right?"

Cheng Hui nodded.

"Thank you."

He gave a final fist salute, turned around, and quickly departed.

In no time, a standby escape boat was lowered, carrying Cheng Hui and two other Golden Wing Pavilion experts who also wished to leave, swiftly heading back toward the harbor.

Ang!

Shortly after Cheng Hui departed.

An eagle’s prolonged cry suddenly echoed above the sea ship.

The penetrating call prompted Kongwu to quickly look skyward.

"Where is the eagle handler?" he asked, smiling.

"I am here." A diminutive black man swiftly ran over, kneeling on one knee before him.

No need for further questions, he knew the purpose of being summoned.

"Sir, Wells’ call indicates a sea ship is rapidly pursuing from behind, with speed surpassing ours considerably."

"Oh?" Kongwu’s smile deepened. "Seems like our strategy to lure the snake out of its hole is indeed effective."

"Your foresight and strategy are extraordinary, everything within your control, sir," a confidant reverently remarked.

These thirteen divine warriors were loyal and extraordinarily powerful under Kongwu.

Long ago, they made a reputation outside as the Thirteen Flying Eagles.

Yet none imagined the renowned Thirteen Eagles were actually subordinates of the West Sect Sea Dragon.

"Alright, prepare for a treat for our guests," Kongwu clapped his hands, face benevolent.

His large frame adjusted on the chair, changing posture to observe distant happenings.

Soon, several attendants carried the chair to the stern.

Sure enough, a small boat was rapidly pursuing, propelled by swift rowing.

The rowing crew moved swiftly, clearly not ordinary people.

Boom!

Suddenly, the hull under Kongwu’s feet trembled.

A flash of fire shot out, crashing hard against the edge of the small boat.

Violent waves erupted into water columns that soared high.

With a splash, large splashes turned into raindrops, densely showering down, drenching those on the small boat.

Decisively, without a glance forward, the group rolled to the side, diving into the sea and disappearing.

"Sea spies! They must be from nearby pirates," Kongwu heard someone shout beside him.

"Just spies? Pay them no mind, continue forward," he said with a cheerful smile.

The sea ship sailed at full speed, uneventful until the afternoon when the sun was about to set.

Instead, this time, directly ahead on the sea surface, a white island slowly rose from the horizon, emerging.

"White Island is here!!" The head eagle of Thirteen Eagles gazed into the distance, finally feeling some relief.

As long as they could see the island, these experts born of Sea Dragon wouldn’t worry about being isolated, drifting at sea.

Short sea distances could still be swum across.

"Approach! Prepare to land!"

Kongwu steadied his mind; once White Island was found, capturing key figures there, interrogating them clearly as a threat, everything would be settled.

Information from Cheng Hui indicated that White Island likely harbored many Rebel Sect remnants. Also, many beauties rescued from Wanghai Temple were there.

"Bad news, water ghosts!!"

Just then, a sailor suddenly shouted on the ship.

"The hull is leaking, pierced by something!?"

At this sound, many people immediately panicked.

"Finally arrived!" Kongwu was delighted rather than surprised, and laughed heartily.

With the hull leaking, the entire sea ship began to tilt slightly.

Hiss.

Meanwhile, numerous small boats drew white lines in the water, swiftly hunting the sea ship.

Countless small boats, each insignificant against the sea ship.

But from afar.

They seemed like a pack of ferocious white wolves chasing from behind, taking advantage of the tilting, leaking ship’s inability to aim and fire.

Bang bang bang bang!!

Boat cannons fired continuously, but due to the leaking and swaying hull, they missed their targets.

Among the small boats stood two burly, exceptionally prominent figures, like javelins at the prow.

Their sharp eyes, like hawks, fell on the sea ship, aiming at Sea Dragon King Kongwu seated on the large chair.

"Today’s battle marks the first step in our sect’s support of the Crown Prince’s achievements!"

Zuo Han crossed his arms, his dark skin appeared even darker under the sunlight.

His full-face scars coupled with a solemn, cold expression transported many accompanying Thousand Stone Sect experts back in time.

Back then, Zuo Han was still high-spirited, young and strong, leading the charge against Black Ten Sect Grandmasters.

That battle truly established his reputation as Thousand Stone Sect’s foremost expert.

It made the then-alive, previous Sect Leader willingly relinquish position, stepping down in favor.

And today.

They once more saw their Sect Leader with such expression.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

Everyone’s Qi and Blood surged with excitement as they raised weapons and shouted.

Some yelled wildly, some whistled loudly, others laughed shrill.

Small boats surrounded the large ship, tossing ropes one after another.

Masters of body technique leaped into the air, tapping toes to gain momentum, heading towards the sea ship.

Zuo Han led as one of the forefront individuals.

He opened his arms, tossing two grappling hooks to hang on the ship’s edge, then lightly leveraged them to ascend effortlessly, landing on the deck.

As for the arrows shot at him, he ignored them, charging through.

Landing firmly, he looked up at Kongwu seated in the large chair.

"Sea Dragon King Kongwu?"

"Thousand Stone Sect’s Zuo Han...." Kongwu smiled, slowly standing up.

Strangely, as he stood, his body’s fat rapidly shrunk, tightened, clinging tightly to his entire body.

In mere seconds, his previously flabby fat shrunk like deflated, forming muscles like armor, protecting his whole body.

The previously wide red vestment now draped perfectly like a cloak on his back.

"Didn’t expect Sensing Sect to be involved too. Seems you think the previous slaughter wasn’t thorough enough?" Kongwu said with a gentle smile.

"People are ignorant, always thinking life is due to others’ merciful charity," Zuo Han stated coldly. "But the truth is merely a matter of weighing choices."

"Interesting....." Kongwu walked step by step toward Zuo Han, still calm and composed.

Elsewhere, on a small boat.

Zhang Rongfang stood quietly at the prow, his cloak fluttering wildly in the sea breeze.

He didn’t watch Zuo Han and the mysterious Grandmaster fight on the ship. Instead, his gaze fell on another place.

It was another sea ship quickly approaching this side.

Clearly, this was a number two sea ship, its style and specifications just like the ship they had just attacked.

They didn’t know where it set sail from, using identical style, somehow concealing its tracks.

And now, on this number two sea ship, on the deck’s bow, stood two people looking towards this side.

Those two were Kongding and Jin Yuan, originally supposed to be at Wanghai Temple.