Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 95 The Power of the Dragon's Heir, the Imperial Decree of the Nine Provinces!

The group of pursuers were overjoyed to see their situation turn around, and Wei Zhong, the sixth-rank [sword handler] who was left on the ground, quickly led the way to meet them.

"Great! It's Pu Da Chuantou! Our mission is finally saved."

But seeing the treasure hunter Pu Shouying and the traveling merchant Tie Suanpan rushing towards them across the water, he subconsciously asked another question:
"Why are there only two of you? The main force is still behind us?"

Pu Shouying: "."

He glanced at him without saying a word, and mentally labeled him as "unpromising".

No wonder a dignified third-rank official swordsman can only do dirty work for the government and hasn't even been able to get a position.

If it were Huang Yuanzhou, who is skilled at flattery, he would definitely not be so oblivious; on the contrary, he would offer plenty of emotional value.

A small loss is a win! A big win is an even bigger win!

Then, Pu Shouying accelerated her pace in place and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

On the octagonal iron tower, a pile of corpses was stopped by the Dragon Yin's fundamental spiritual response, the "Law," temporarily relieving most of the crisis for the West Lake boat girls.

With her dance dress and equipment scattered everywhere, Tang Miaofu, now clean and tidy again, continued to evade Wang Cheng's pursuit in a disheveled state.

As he staggered backward, he lost his footing due to the missing foot and fell from the building, which was dozens of meters high.

Pu Shouying caught her in his arms, wrapped her naked body in a cloak, and lowered her back to the ground.

"Pu Lang, it was Wang Fugui who hurt me!"
"Kill him! Quickly, kill him for me! Get my hand and foot back! I can't be crippled!"

Tang Miaofu's beautiful face was pale and contorted with pain, yet she still couldn't help but vent her hatred for Wang Cheng, who had repeatedly opposed her.

As for limb reattachment, that's not a big problem.

As early as the late Han Dynasty, Hua Tuo, one of the founders of the Qihuang School of Medicine, dared to perform craniotomy on Cao Cao. His surgical instruments are still treasures of medicine today, and are top-tier talismans and protective objects of the Qihuang School of Medicine.

With the current medical expertise of a mid-level third-grade physician, there is hope that severed non-life-threatening body parts like hands and feet can be reattached if treated promptly.

It's exactly the same as the original, without leaving even a single scar.

As Tang Miaofu spoke emotionally, she vaguely felt something hot flowing from the corner of her eye. She reached out her good hand to wipe it, and it turned out to be blood!

And it wasn't just her eyes that were bleeding; her mouth, nostrils, and ears were all bleeding.

Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, a truly terrifying sight.

Obviously, since the "Eagle-style Iaijutsu" has been infused with the venom of the silver-ringed snake, how could this newly learned "Japanese-style Iaijutsu" possibly be completely clean?

The first poison Wang Cheng added was the neurotoxic venom of the banded krait, and the second was a hemotoxic venom.

After all, how can one become a grandmaster when fighting against a stronger opponent without knowing how to use poison?

Indeed: All things are illusory, all things are permissible; this is the ultimate truth of the world!
"My knife is coated with a deadly poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood. Even a tiny dose can be fatal. *slurp*"

Furthermore, the last sentence is actually the key: even if you try to look cool by licking the blade, you won't die.

Since there were no wounds in the mouth, the hemolytic venom wouldn't enter the bloodstream. Apart from a slight numbness, there were no side effects whatsoever—it was practically perfect.

Pu Shouying arrived too late. By the time Tang Miaofu's leg was severed, a large amount of snake venom had already entered her body. If she had escaped at that time, she would have had a chance of survival.

Now that the poison has reached the heart, perhaps only by finding a master of the highest rank and asking the patriarchs of the Qihuang lineage to "descend" upon him would there be even the slightest chance of saving him.

Wang Cheng's ruthless and cruel approach to destroying flowers was both ruthless and vicious!

"Hehe. Kill the dog. Male. Female."

Tang Miaofu's hand, which she had been holding tightly to Pu Shouying's, finally fell to the ground, and her soul returned to the underworld.

The guards who followed were furious and deeply resented Wang Cheng for wasting such a precious resource.

How could you just kill such a beautiful woman like that? You could have subdued and imprisoned her and enjoyed her as you pleased, or even sold her to us.

Some drown in floods, others die of drought; they're truly inhuman!

Among the crowd, Pu Shouying was the most filled with hatred. She closed Tang Miaofu's eyes and gritted her teeth as she vowed:
"Don't worry, he will be buried with you."

This wasn't because of any vulgar romantic feelings; it was simply that outsiders didn't know how much time, energy, and effort he had spent cultivating a mid-level third-rank boat girl on West Lake.

How important were the pleasure boats and intelligence systems led by Tang Miaofu to him?

They even hoped she could complete the orchid ritual, which was described as "a pair of jade arms for a thousand men to pillow, and half a touch of red lips for ten thousand men to taste," and go even further.

Who would have thought that two sixth-rank officials, two seventh-rank officials, and a bunch of elite personal guards would be carrying out a simple mission, and in the end, she would lose her life?
A scene of wailing and lamentation filled the air below the tower, but Wang Cheng, atop the tower, was overjoyed to see the things that had fallen into Qian Yan's possession after Tang Miaofu's death.

He exclaimed, "Good riddance!"

This time, he unexpectedly obtained a valuable trophy through a risk-free transaction.

—Official rank, hereditary centurion of Baoshan Thousand-Household Garrison among the twenty-four guards of the coastal navy!
Baoshan Fortress is actually the present-day Yuegang, and Baoshan Beacon Tower still retains its original name.

Wang Cheng had no idea how the gentry and that nobleman had managed to get Tang Miaofu promoted to naval commander.

However, he knew that as the official title of the court was bestowed upon him by the "Four Seas Coins," all official documents and records of relevant personnel would automatically change and become part of the "trade."

Now, Master Wang is a naval commander, and the aura of officialdom is beginning to gather around him.

Although the Great Zhao Guard system has now collapsed and he has no soldiers under his command, as long as there is an official organization, everything else is fine.

Furthermore, with the Wufengqi and Shanhaihui currently holding actual control over Yuegang, they have complete control over the legitimate, criminal, and gray-area channels.

What kind of crazy things he wants to do next is entirely up to him.
This official rank recognized by the imperial court is far more useful than those "transformation techniques" like the one I obtained before. "Iron Abacus and Wei Zhong, you two sixth-rank officials, come with me."

We'll fortify our camp and fight a protracted battle, cutting down all the corpses hanging above us from bottom to top.

Pu Shouying put down the West Lake boatwoman, whose body was swollen, blackened, and covered in blood, and leaped up to be the first to rush to the Octagonal Tower.

Thus, among the officials of the gentry faction, the most skilled at subcontracting, the "Night Fragrance Bro," died from the backlash of subcontracting; the self-proclaimed descendant of the Dragon Tamer, the "Monkey Trainer" Old Man Dong, died chasing a dragon; and the "Corpse Retriever" died at the hands of a living corpse.
The most beautiful of all, Tang Miaofu, the boatwoman of West Lake, unfortunately died the most ugly death. It can be said that everyone died a fitting death, which is cause for celebration.

Wei Zhong, the ghostwriter, drew his sword and followed, summoning his "back spirits," which were almost too heavy to carry, to clear away all the visible corpses, layer by layer.

Even the traveling merchant Tie Suanpan could only follow with a bitter face, taking out a long spear from his treasure chest and launching a charge while riding a long bench horse.

He could walk on the vertical outer wall as if it were flat ground, his guns moved like dragons, each shot able to knock down a "dried fish" living corpse.

The most formidable figure was Pu Shouying, a fifth-rank treasure hunter.

Use strength to suppress weakness, unleash full firepower.

After continuously waving his arms and legs, which were infused with the power of the officials, soldiers, and spirits within his body, they were as strong as if they were cast in iron.

The transformation from two to four, and from four to eight, along with fists, legs, elbows, and knees, all become the most lethal killing weapons.

call out!call out!call out!call out!
Each limb was comparable to a heavy armor-piercing cone, piercing the air with a terrifying, sharp whistling sound like a crossbow bolt cutting through the sky.

This is the close-combat ultimate technique, [Eight Extremes Piercing Hand], which is paired with the Eight Gates Golden Lock!
Using the fists, legs, elbows, and knees as eight weapons, he launches an explosive, all-around attack. His punches, kicks, knees, and elbows are fluid and powerful, making his attacks fierce and unparalleled.

With the integration of his internal organs and the clay-sculpted divine embryo, he could not only use the power within his own body, but also command the Dao energy from all directions with ease.

Even a granite wall in front of him couldn't stop his elbow!
Every corpse he struck on the hook exploded on the spot, with rotten flesh, broken bones, and messy scalp hair flying everywhere.

Iron hooks were used to lure him with dragon energy pills, but he smashed them all away with a single punch.

Nothing could stop Pu Shouying from moving forward.

Wang Cheng could only rely on the corpse skin covering him to hide among the horde of zombies, maneuvering and firing sniper shots to desperately hinder the three men's advance.

Rumble.
The three officials, holding the rank of third grade, had just cleared the fifth floor when they were engulfed in flames and smoke. The explosion shook the entire octagonal iron building, making it vibrate.

Thunderbolts, three-eyed muskets, caltrops, poison, poison powder, poison smoke, sleeping potions, various talismans, and even bricks—all sorts of weapons appeared one after another.

Wang Cheng has been busy practicing his magic lately, so of course he wouldn't bother preparing these things.

But as his master's successor, he went to his master's place to buy supplies before the war, taking away half of the old man's arms warehouse, enough for him to fight a small-scale war with some left over.

The pursuers had already witnessed Tang Miaofu's tragic death. Not to mention Wei Zhong and Tie Suanpan, even Pu Shouying, who dared to withstand the cursed stone cannonballs with his bare hands, would not dare to take his various underhanded tricks head-on.

When paving the way, one inevitably feels constrained.

Three high-ranking officials of the third rank were successfully blocked by a mere seventh-rank official, Bai Shuilang, making each advancement extremely difficult.

The thrilling battle raged from midnight until nearly dawn.

As the three officials were about to advance to the highest level, both sides could already count each other's faces.

"Brother Fugui, Miss Axiao, we've arrived!"

Without the help of the traveling merchant "Divine Traveler" to speed things up, the rescue team from Wufengqi arrived in time, albeit late.

Clam Girl, Huang Yuanzhou, Han Zechang, and a group of elite soldiers who emerged from clam shells stormed into Jiulongtan.

Wei Zhong's expression changed, and he finally realized which of the main fleets had won the battle.

He quickly followed Pu Shouying and Tie Suanpan and jumped down from the octagonal building.

The two groups met again, and tensions were high.

"Pu Shouying, stop now, you've already lost your chance."

Your Pu family has always had a good reputation and enjoys considerable prestige in Minzhou. Everyone knows that you were often persecuted in the past and have always been victims of chaos.

You are the only one who made a mistake.

I will plead with the officials of the Thirty-Six Halls of the Water Rank, who have the authority to impeach the lineage of these officials, to spare your life.

Huang Yuanzhou watched the smiling tiger in front of him warily, trying to break down the other party's will with a barrage of words.

But Pu Shouying smiled disdainfully, took out a pocket watch and looked at it:

"A good reputation? Spare my life?"
But I have no intention of letting you off the hook!

Why do you think I conserved my strength and didn't open the fourth or fifth gate of the Eight Gates Golden Lock, but instead paid a price to break through in one go?
This is because we don't need to fight our way in; our "Nine Dragons Spitting Pearls Formation" is already complete.

Blame it on the people of Jiulongjiang, whom Madam Yan personally protected. The moment she unintentionally became a local deity and merged with the local dragon vein, her fate was sealed.

Then he bowed to the sky.

"Please invite the distinguished guest to the altar. Open the Nine Provinces' Decree Register!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Cheng heard a painful cry from Yun Xiao coming from the well behind him.

"Well"

His legs went weak, and he felt as if his body had been hollowed out.

Suddenly, he looked up at the purple dragon ball that was shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)