69: So what if they're from Zhongzhou?

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"Long live the Sect Master!"

"We swear to follow the Sect Master to the death!"

A hundred young people, their faces flushed, shouted at the top of their lungs, wishing they could pull their loyalty out of their chests.

Chu Xuanjin looked at this scene with satisfaction.

Painting a big picture is the Foundation of the art of leadership.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"This journey is long, and the dangers are unknown."

"You are the future Foundation of my Myriad Dao Divine Sect, and also the face of this seat."

As soon as his voice fell, Grand Elder Mo Yuan came forward carrying a tray.

On the tray were over a hundred Medicinal Pills and Magic Treasures emitting various colors of light.

"The top ten in martial combat will be granted one Low Grade Earth Rank Cultivation Technique and one High Grade Spiritual Artifact!"

"The rest will be granted one High Grade Profound Rank Cultivation Technique and one Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact!"

"The chiefs of the four paths—Pills, Artifacts, Formations, and Talismans—will receive additional heavy rewards!"

Mo Yuan's voice spread clearly across the square.

The crowd boiled again!

Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques! High Grade Spiritual Artifacts!

In the Eastern Wasteland, these were existences sufficient for a second-rate Sect to treat as a Sect-protecting treasure!

But here, they were just casual rewards for the winners!

Lin Yi, Qian Duoduo, and the others were so excited their whole bodies trembled, and they hurriedly stepped forward to respectfully receive the rewards.

Even Ergou, who had fought through the finals but simply surrendered, was given a Profound Rank Cultivation Technique.

He held the Jade Slip of the Cultivation Technique named "Mang Bull Strength," feeling like he was in a dream.

Ye Chenfeng walked up to him and handed over a cyan Medicinal Pill.

"This is a Foundation Establishment Pill."

"Your Foundation is too poor. Use this first to draw Qi into your body."

Looking at this legendary Senior Brother, who was also his Revered Master, Ergou's eyes turned red and he was about to kneel again.

Ye Chenfeng raised his hand, and a gentle force held him up.

"In our Myriad Dao Divine Sect, we do not practice kneeling."

"You just need to remember that you are my Disciple."

"In the future, no one will be able to bully you."

Ergou nodded heavily, clutching the Foundation Establishment Pill tightly in his palm... Three days later.

Tianlang Branch, harbor.

A giant tower ship, comparable to a city, was quietly moored at the port.

The hull was made of an unknown giant black wood, with countless profound array patterns engraved all over it.

At the bow was a ferocious dragon head, as if it could swallow clouds and spit mist.

This was the only means of transportation from the Eastern Wasteland to the Central Continent Sacred Domain.

[sea-crossing divine boat].

It is said that this vessel can travel through Void Realm turbulence and cross the Endless Dead Sea that separates the Eastern Wasteland and the Central Continent.

Chu Xuanjin boarded the giant vessel with his hundred elite Disciples and six personal Disciples.

"Wow..."

Ergou saw such a huge ship for the first time, his small mouth gaping wide enough to fit an egg.

"This... this ship is bigger than our Niu Family Village!"

Beside him, Qian Duoduo had already taken out his abacus.

"Just the building Materials for this ship probably cost over a hundred million Spirit Stones. The daily maintenance and Spirit Stone consumption are even more astronomical. Yet the tickets for this ship, even for the cheapest communal bunk, cost a thousand Spirit Stones per person. These Heaven-class Rooms on the top floor have even been marked up to a hundred thousand Spirit Stones a night!"

"Tsk tsk, a huge profit from a small investment, truly a huge profit!"

Hearing this, Wang Duojin's eyes lit up, and he leaned over.

"Little fatty, you have some interesting ideas. Interested in learning how to do business with me?"

Seeing this legendary Senior Brother Wang, Qian Duoduo hurriedly bowed.

"Disciple Qian Duoduo greets Senior Brother Wang! My admiration for you is like a surging river..."

"Alright, alright." Wang Duojin waved his hand impatiently, "Less flattery, more action. Later, write me a business value analysis report on this sea-crossing divine boat."

"Yes!" Qian Duoduo took the order, his eyes shining with sharp light.

Chu Xuanjin ignored these jokers.

He directly booked the entire top floor of the Divine Vessel.

Here, there were the most luxurious suites and the widest observation deck, completely isolated from the noise below.

"Go pick a room and settle down."

Chu Xuanjin waved his hand and walked into the largest suite on his own.

He planned to have a good sleep.

The Disciples excitedly toured around the top deck.

Looking down at the densely packed passengers below, a sense of superiority arose in their hearts.

"Look, those are the Cultivators from the Central Continent."

Lin Yi pointed at a group of gorgeously dressed, arrogant young people on the deck below.

"The spirit robes they wear are all Spiritual Artifacts. Even the tassels on their swords are embedded with spirit-gathering gems."

"Hmph, just a bunch of show-offs."

Ye Wushang leaned in the shadows of the ship's railing, coldly spitting out a few words.

Just then.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

A middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Divine Vessel manager hurried up with a few guards.

He was stunned when he saw the people on the deck, then a professional smile appeared on his face.

"Immortal Revered Masters, I'm truly sorry for the intrusion."

He cupped his hands toward the crowd.

"It's like this: we have already reserved the Heaven-class Room No. 1 on the top floor for the Core Disciple of the Central Continent's Heavenly Sword Sect, Young Master Li Jianyi."

"I ask that you all do us a favor and vacate that room."

Although his tone was polite.

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of something unquestionable.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was a major Sect that ranked high in the Central Continent.

Its Disciples had always been arrogant and domineering.

Those who did business on the sea couldn't afford to offend either side.

But by comparison, the Heavenly Sword Sect of the Central Continent was more feared.

"Vacate it?"

Wang Duojin was the first to be unhappy.

Shaking his fan, he walked over.

"Manager, do you know how to do business?"

"This top floor, inside and out, every single room has been booked by our Revered Master!"

"And now you want us to give it up? Do you want to pay triple the refund?"

The smile on the manager's face froze.

"Young Master, you must be joking."

"Young Master Li is of noble status; we have no choice."

"How about this: we will give you a full refund for the room you're interested in and provide an additional compensation of one thousand Spirit Stones. How does that sound?"

"One thousand Spirit Stones?" Wang Duojin sneered, "Are you treating us like beggars?"

"Can the room my Revered Master stays in be measured by Spirit Stones?"

"Every floor tile in there is worth more than your life!"

"You!"

The manager was so choked up his face turned red.

The guards behind him also stepped forward, their expressions becoming unfriendly.

"Kid, watch your tone!"

"Our manager is only discussing this politely because of your numbers!"

"Don't refuse a favor when it's offered!"

"Oh?"

A cold, raspy voice rang out from the shadows.

Ye Wushang slowly walked out.

His pitch-black eyes calmly looked at the shouting guard.

"Are you saying that if there were fewer people, you wouldn't be polite?"

The guard felt uneasy under his gaze but still forced himself to shout.

"So what if I am?!"

"I'm telling you, Young Master Li Jianyi has a Early Soul Transformation Stage cultivation! He is a peerless Prodigy ranked in the top ten of the hidden dragon ranking!"

"Can you country bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland afford to provoke him?!"

Just then.

An even more arrogant and overbearing voice came from the stairwell.

"Who is talking about this Young Master?"

A young man wearing a white sword robe, with a handsome face but extremely arrogant eyes, walked up surrounded by a group of people.

He glanced at the crowd on the deck, his brow furrowing slightly.

"A bunch of commoners from the Eastern Wasteland, how are you worthy of staying on this top floor?"

He looked as if he were looking at a swarm of ants.

"Manager!" He glanced at the sweating manager, "Didn't this Young Master say to clear the area?"

"Why is there still so much trash left to foul my eyes?"

The manager's legs went weak with fear, and he hurriedly explained.

"Young... Young Master Li, this... this immortal Revered Master has already booked the top floor."

"Booked it?" Li Jianyi laughed, his laugh filled with utter contempt.

"So what?"

He walked up to Wang Duojin and patted his face with the scabbard of his sword.

"This Young Master wants to book it now."

"I'll give you three breaths of time to disappear from my sight with your people."

"Otherwise, jump off this ship."

On the deck, the hundred Disciples of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect all glared at him.

When had they ever suffered such humiliation!

Lin Yi's hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"Stop."

Ye Chenfeng's voice rang out indifferently.

He stopped the impulsive Lin Yi and stepped forward.

He glanced at the overbearing Li Jianyi, then at the trembling manager.

He didn't get angry, but just calmly asked.

"Who is the one in charge of this ship?"

The manager hurriedly stepped forward.

"To... to the immortal Revered Master, it is I."

"Very well." Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"I ask you, was this top floor booked by us first?"

"Yes... yes."

"Did we pay in full?"

"Yes... yes."

"Then according to the rules, does this place belong to us now?"

"This..." The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to answer.

"Answer me!" Ye Chenfeng's voice suddenly turned cold.

An invisible Sword Intent enveloped the manager.

The manager felt as if he were standing on a mountain of swords, his Divine Soul about to be torn to shreds by that sharp Sword Qi.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he screamed in terror.

"Since it is our place."

Ye Chenfeng withdrew his Sword Intent and turned his gaze to Li Jianyi.

"Then Your Excellency, as an outsider, being disrespectful and provocatively insulting my Sect's Disciples in the territory of my Myriad Dao Divine Sect..."

"What is the logic in that?"

Li Jianyi was stunned by Ye Chenfeng's words.

Then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Logic?"

"In this world of cultivation, fists are logic!"

He suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes becoming grim.

"This Young Master will teach you country bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland today!"

"What true logic is!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a stream of light, and he stabbed his sword toward the center of Ye Chenfeng's brow!

This strike was fast, fierce, and accurate!

It contained the full power of a Soul Transformation Cultivator!

He wanted to nail this guy who dared to talk back to him, along with his Divine Soul, to the deck with one strike!

However.

Faced with this lethal strike.

Ye Chenfeng didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even draw his sword.

He simply raised two fingers.

Under everyone's unbelievable gazes.

He casually caught the tip of the spirit sword, which was capable of piercing through mountains.

Ding.

A soft sound.

As if it were not a sharp spirit sword that could cut through iron like butter.

But a piece of weak straw.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Li Jianyi's arrogant face instantly froze.

The contempt and disdain in his eyes turned into an extreme, indescribable horror.

"This... this is impossible!"

He tried his best to pull his sword back.

But those two seemingly ordinary fingers were like two immovable divine mountains, locking his sword firmly in place.

"Too slow."

Ye Chenfeng looked at him and shook his head, his tone like he was instructing an underachieving Junior.

He flicked his finger.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

That High Grade Spiritual Artifact-level longsword actually snapped in half!

The broken half of the blade flew back ten times faster than it had come!

Puchi!

Blood splattered.

That broken blade pierced directly through Li Jianyi's right shoulder, pinning him to the ornate mast behind him!

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the Divine Vessel.

The entire scene fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, feeling like their brains couldn't keep up.

That was a Prodigy in the top ten of the hidden dragon ranking!

A powerhouse of the Early Soul Transformation Stage!

Just like that... crippled in one move?

And by an Eastern Wasteland Cultivator whose cultivation appeared far inferior to his?

On the deck, the Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples who had followed Li Jianyi were all pale, their legs shaking like sieves.

They looked at the green-robed swordsman who had withdrawn his fingers and remained calm, as if they were looking at a demon god crawled out of Hell.

Ye Chenfeng didn't look at the wailing Li Jianyi pinned to the mast again.

He just turned around and spoke indifferently to the manager, who was already scared witless.

"Now, is it quiet here?"

"Qui... quiet..." the manager stammered.

"If there is a next time."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze swept over every Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple on the deck.

"It won't be as simple as being pinned to a mast."

Having said that, he turned and walked back into the cabin, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Leaving behind a group of Central Continent Prodigies who were still in a state of petrification.

Wang Duojin walked up to the terrified Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples and spoke with a grin.

"Everyone, about the medical fees, the accommodation fees, and my Senior Brother's mental damage fees."

"Shouldn't we settle the bill?"

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PS: My main text above is over 3,900 words, so the following shouldn't be considered filler [Doghead]. Those not interested don't need to read.

New book: One Piece fanfic "Voyage: Akainu is Numb, I'm More Extreme Than Him"

[Transmigration] + [System] + [Invincible] + [Navy] + [Decisive Killing]

Waking up, Ling Ye found himself reincarnated with his memories in the world of "One Piece," in the same village as the future Admiral Akainu.

When the pirates' butcher knives fell and his home turned into a sea of fire, he awakened the Divine-Grade choice System.

"Option 1: Flee the North Blue and live a cowardly life. Reward: A mediocre life."

"Option 2: Join the Navy and implement justice. Reward: Divine-Grade talent [Rumble-Rumble Fruit]!"

Ling Ye chose Option 2. He felt Sakazuki's justice was still too weak; scum like pirates should be completely eradicated! From that day on, an "extreme" justice demon, even more so than Akainu, rose within the Navy.

Years later, when Ling Ye sat on the Fleet Admiral's seat and looked down at the calm sea without a single pirate, the entire world trembled under his iron fist.

"I am the end point of justice!"