Capítulo 1345: Chapter 30: Penglai East (Double-Length)
The route ntioned by Lu Liwan was a small ship.
The man steering the ship was also a disciple from the outer islands of Penglai. Although the Dongfang Clan was in the legendary land of the Immortal Families, the disciples in the clan still needed food and books to be brought in from outside.
This task was entirely managed by the disciples who left the outer islands of Penglai.
I don’t know what Lu Liwan said to that man, but he just glanced at Wang Anfeng and agreed to let him board the ship. He only asked Wang Anfeng to change into identical clothes to those of the many outer island disciples before boarding and to stay below the deck to avoid being spotted.
Wang Anfeng naturally had no objection.
He sat in a rather cramped and dark place on a slightly damp wooden board, looking around and noticing that this area was mostly filled with at, vegetables, and fruits, while a wooden box contained books. Wang Anfeng took one to read; it wasn’t about the principles of the Bai Family or Martial Arts moves, but mostly travelogues.
Its content involved many places in the Central Plains and Western Regions. The writer’s pen was rough, yet the stories told with sincerity, detailing the experiences of a young hero plunging into the tumultuous Jianghu and being guided by seniors on his righteous journey.
There were also accounts of itinerant traders from Jiangnan to the Western Regions and their observations.
To Wang Anfeng, much of it seed like sheer nonsense, but written convincingly enough to make him, who had traveled far and wide, smile dismissively, replacing the book back into the box and closing his eyes to practice Qi Cultivation in the fluctuating space.
With a shout, the outer island disciples on the ship practicing Martial Arts struck the dock with steel rods as thick as their wrists, pushing the entire ship over ten ters away from the dock with Vigorous Qi reaching the rod’s end, and they sailed away with the wind.
Everyone on the ship was busy.
In the cabin, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes to cultivate Qi, breathing slowly.
His gray clothes were simple in color, yet grand in design, lacking the feel of a small household. Gradually, Thunder Vigor started to circulate over his hair and clothes, illuminating the originally dark cabin.
Within his ridians, as the Golden Bell Shield’s Qi chanism operated, the blue gradually turned to a blue-purple thunder that entangled endlessly, each movent causing a slight sting and numbness. The Golden Bell Shield’s Qi chanism circulated again, repairing and strengthening his ridians.
His long-stalled Golden Bell Shield Martial Body naturally began to progress.
The process was slow, yet the endless Thunderous Vigorous Qi provided constant montum, even the wisp of Sword Qi injected by Shan Xinglan began to dissipate and be manipulated by him.
This Thunder Vigor was not what he had cultivated, but sothing left behind from extracting thirteen Thunderbolt Spears from the body of a whale-like creature, the spears only slightly inferior to a Divine Weapon. A Grandmaster’s Full Strength bombardnt and the creature’s energy over months left each spear’s Thunder Vigor pure and vast.
In sheer volu, it rivaled a Grandmaster.
Wang Anfeng was like a python swallowing an elephant.
Now within his Dantian lay a Thunder Pond.
The wisp of Sword Qi was drawn in by the Golden Bell Shield’s Qi chanism, akin to a Flood Dragon entering the Thunder Pond.
The Flood Dragon flicked its tail creating arcs of thunder, living and dying three hundred tis in one breath.
Using the Buddhist Golden Bell Shield as the foundation to maintain balance, it was far from an ordinary Dantian. In the Dao of the dicine King Valley’s Mixed Yuan Body he had studied since childhood, recognizing these changes, rather than trying to eliminate the Thunder Vigor or wipe away the Sword Qi, he allowed them to be, controlling them through the dicine King Qi ridian technique.
In the end, Zhou Tian Thunder Vigor poured into the Thunder Pond.
The inherent Sword Qi and Sword Intent gathered, replacing Shan Xinglan’s slender Sword Qi thirty feet long, swirling like a Flood Dragon.
Above the Thunder Pond, a Lotus erged with Buddha Light, the Flood Dragon’s Sword Qi fluctuated, the Lotus above transford from corporeal Divine Weapon Divine Martial Sword Qi into an ethereal Sword Weaponry, beneath which Yin and Yang rotated unstoppably, above Heavenly Secrets transford into stars.
A self-contained Heaven and Earth phenonon was present.
It’s unclear how much ti passed when a wave of warm Qi chanism swept across the ferry as if wind approached head-on, Wang Anfeng awakened from ditative Concentration, slowly opening his eyes.
The external Qi chanism flowed while internally the Divine Weapon Heavenly Secrets Charm rotated, akin to rubbing against a stubborn stone, without any reaction from Penglai Island’s protective Formation.
What was once just endless ocean ahead suddenly turned into a stretch of islands.
The outer island disciples stopped their work, the sails furled, yet underneath the ship currents surged, quickly bringing it ashore, and as they neared the island, their speed slowed to finally dock with slight inertia by the shore.
The current under the ship dispersed at just the right mont.
Wang Anfeng erged from below deck. The leading outer disciple, nad Wei Hao, upon seeing that Wang Anfeng hadn’t triggered Penglai Island’s Formation’s reaction, visibly relaxed, nodding in greeting voluntarily.
The Dongfang Clan excelled in Mystical Arts, with Formations rely a subset of these arts. The Formations laid on Penglai’s outer island were no less than the great sect-protecting arrays of the Central Plains. Since Wang Anfeng hadn’t provoked its rejection, it was evident, just as Lu Liwan claid, that he had deep ties to Penglai, with not a hint of fabrication.
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