A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

Everyone rushed to the aft deck, which was packed with people on both the upper and lower levels.

Zhang Zhengdao stood on the lower deck of the aft ship, watching the vivid description of the white horse falling into the water by the hand-painted mural at the stern, spittle flying everywhere, gesturing wildly.

"No sooner said than done, the white horse reared up, leaped high into the air..."

The burly boat owner looked at Zhang Zhengdao with an embarrassed expression: "Daoist Master, this isn't my fault..."

Zhang Zhengdao: "I'm not blaming you!"

The ship owner had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhang Zhengdao say, "I want the largest cabin!"

"it is good!"

The boat owner readily agreed.

This was just a minor incident.

The novelty of the sea lasted only two days before everyone started to get impatient. The cramped space and the daily food were making them restless.

But the vast ocean stretched before them, and the so-called sacred mountain remained nowhere to be seen.

For the first two days, everyone was chatting and laughing. Some of these martial arts practitioners were innate masters, some were grandmasters, and there were even three great grandmasters.

They came from all over the country, but now that they've gathered together, the atmosphere is quite harmonious, and they're exchanging local anecdotes and rumors about the martial arts world.

This can be considered a form of mutual exchange.

Especially during meals, some people bring their own alcohol. Once they open the bottle and have a few drinks, they can't stop talking. They'll say anything and everything.

It begins with the most famous events and tales of the martial arts world, recounting tales of chivalry and vengeance, and the thrill of battle. It speaks of sect competitions, the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and the sudden rise of grandmasters…

Finally, when there was nothing more to say, he even revealed the story of stealing his junior sister's undergarments.

This is definitely because he drank too much and couldn't control his mouth.

By the ninth day, everyone had run out of things to say. They just sat or lay on the boat, and a few tried to meditate or practice their breathing exercises, but they gave up after less than half a day.

There was a strange, oppressive feeling on the sea.

The white horse has been in the water for ten days.

At first, many people sympathized with Zhang Zhengdao, thinking that such a magnificent white horse must be worth a lot of money, at least a thousand taels of silver, and it would definitely be priceless.

So the group tried to comfort him.

However, Zhang Zhengdao didn't take it seriously at all, so the people behind him ignored him.

It's not my horse, and the owner doesn't care, so why should I worry about it?

Out of sheer boredom, a new game emerged: dice rolling. No one knows who brought it, but once a table was set up, a dozen or so people could quickly gather.

Then people kept leaving the stage, and people kept coming on.

This has led to the emergence of many creditors and debtors.

On the twelfth day, dark clouds suddenly filled the sea, like layers of black skyscrapers pressing down on people's heads. Lightning could be vaguely seen flashing through the clouds, illuminating the thinner parts of the dark clouds with a bright and dazzling light.

This is the power and pressure of the ocean.

This kind of lightning in the dark clouds cannot be seen from land.

Even the Grandmaster's expression turned grim. He was probably calculating whether to block the lightning with a weapon or with his bare hands.

But they all ended up the same thing: being reduced to ashes.

But the path of immortality is truly captivating!

The allure of immortality or dominating the martial arts world is simply too great. And since they've already come all this way, and they've heard that to reach the immortal mountain, they must overcome countless hardships, perhaps they're already close to the immortal mountain, and this is just a way for the immortals to test them?

So there are bound to be some lunatics among these dozens of people.

Over the vast sea, where dark clouds loomed overhead, the sky had almost completely darkened.

A master of the Diancang School actually ran up to the top deck, drew his sword, and roared loudly at the lightning that snaked through the sky.

"Come on, come on, come and strike me down, then I can transcend tribulation and become an immortal."

This is insane.

Everyone was shocked. Looking at the man's crazed state, they wondered if they should also give it a try? What if... it was true? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

So even if one or two people tried to persuade them, how could the masters of the Diancang School listen?

"Crackling sound—"

The thick lightning bolts almost split the sky in two.

When the wind rises from the sea, the waves are already gathering momentum.

Zhang Zhengdao stared in disbelief at the grandmaster who stood on the ship's roof like a madman, sword in hand. Were all martial artists in ancient times this fierce?

Thunder every day, instead of taking shelter, you're holding something with metal in the air, are you afraid you won't die fast enough? Or do you genuinely want to roast yourself alive?

"Crackling sound—"

A bright white lightning bolt finally pierced through the clouds, seemingly skimming the surface of the sea, meandering towards the large ship.

Lightning suddenly struck, kissing the tip of the raised longsword.

The longsword immediately burst into dazzling sparks.

A puff of smoke rose from above the head of the Diancang Sect master.

Then, in full view of everyone, the master, his face covered in black soot, fell straight down.

Fortunately, when the lightning struck the man, a spark of light emanated from Zhang Zhengdao, protecting the man's heart and preventing him from dying on the spot.

This kind of stubborn person who won't listen to advice should be made to suffer enough before he realizes how foolish his behavior is.

Seeing this situation, the three grandmasters remained silent.

They estimated the same result.

How could a human possibly withstand the might of Heaven?

Several sailors climbed up and quickly dragged the man down.

Its face and body were completely black, but it still had a faint breath.

Everyone's heart is still frightened.

Just then, a sailor's faint shout could be heard from the bow of the ship. His voice was hoarse with despair, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"wave--"

As everyone peered out of the cabin door, they saw a giant wave, twenty or thirty feet high, rolling towards the ship from afar.

"It's over——"

Some people looked at the giant wave, which seemed like a divine punishment, with despair. Even grandmasters could not muster the slightest resistance. They had only one thought: It's over.

Humans are insignificant in the face of towering waves.

So insignificant that you can only surrender and await death in the face of such immense power of nature.

The cabin was completely silent.

Even the most powerful grandmasters dared not utter a sound; their hearts were pounding with suppressed rage.

The boat captain knelt at the bow, his hands clasped together, repeatedly kowtowing and praying, muttering incoherently.

If he were to act like this under normal circumstances, everyone would surely laugh at him, since his behavior seems so ridiculous and simply foolish.

But now, everyone is pinning their slim hopes on the boat captain's prayers.

Hopefully, at this moment, the spirits of Heyun Mountain will hear the boat owner's prayers and manifest a miracle.

However, the giant wave was still rapidly approaching. Although the wave had not yet arrived, the water beneath the boat was already starting to become turbulent, and the boat was rocking violently.

"Master Duan, you still owe me ten taels of silver!"

A martial arts master addressed a middle-aged man kneeling in the cabin, who was also clasped in prayer like the ship owner, and muttering incantations.

The muttering swordsman Duan glanced back at the wandering knight and said, "When I was reciting my incantation, I also mentioned your name. We're even now!"

The wandering swordsman laughed and said, "Since we're all going to die anyway, I mean we don't need to pay it back."

Then the great hero recited again: "Great Virtuous Peach Blossom Immortal, your disciple reports that the one who was just reciting Huang has been withdrawn. You cannot be distracted; you must only protect me..."

The wandering swordsman was stunned and speechless.

Is there such an operation?

A sailor lay prone on the ship's deck, clutching a plank of wood tightly in his arms. A leather bag, inflated and sealed, was also strapped to his waist.

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Dragon King, please show your power and stop using your magic!"

After finishing reading, I opened my eyes and suddenly a shadow flashed by on the sea not far in front of me.

The enormous shadow made him wonder if it was a reflection of dark clouds on the sea.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be, because the shadow was moving underwater, indicating it was a living thing. This meant that it wasn't the shadow of a dark cloud.

So scared that his mouth was agape.

If this is a monster from the sea, then this whole ship wouldn't be enough for it to swallow.

My whole body was ice cold.

The enormous shadow swam rapidly toward the giant wave.

Then, amidst the roar of the giant waves, a very loud voice was heard. This voice broke through the sound of the waves and the rumbling thunder.

Then a sharp scream came from inside the cabin, caused by agitation.

A man forced a woman to scream.

"dragon--"

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the giant wave.

Amidst the towering waves, a colossal dragon rose from the water and soared into the sky, letting out a clear and resonant roar against the dark clouds.