Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Xu Hao looked at the puddle of yellow water on the ground and a smirk appeared on his lips.

The crew of Zhenyuan are good at individual combat, but their foundation is too weak. If they encounter boarding battles with hundreds of men from the Three Alliances and Twelve Bandits, they will easily be worn down by concentrated fire.

Chen Yuanzhi's use of poison smoke perfectly compensated for the crew's lack of group attack methods.

"Second brother, you deserve the most credit for this." Xu Hao reached out and took a bamboo tube from Chen Yuanzhi's hand, weighing it in his hand. "How many did you make?"

"The bamboo tubes are limited; we've only filled thirty tubes so far."

Chen Yuanzhi pointed to both ends of the bamboo tube, "Luo Ying is very skillful. She has a mechanism inside the bamboo tube. When you pull out the stopper, the middle section opens, and the two poisons mix and spray out smoke. Moreover, it is moisture-proof and waterproof, so even if it falls into the sea, it can still be used after being fished out."

Xu Hao turned to look at the crew members who were still in shock.

"Luo Meng, distribute them." Xu Hao tossed the bamboo tubes over. "Give each person one and keep it close to your body. Next time you encounter a large group, use this to wash their faces first."

Luo Meng hurriedly caught the bamboo tube, as if he were holding a living ancestor who might explode at any moment. His movements were so stiff that he dared not exert any force, for fear that he might accidentally pop the stopper and turn himself into a puddle of yellow water.

"Second Master, this thing won't leak if I keep it in my pocket, will it?" Luo Meng asked cautiously.

Chen Yuanzhi smiled gently, "No leakage. But remember, pull the red end, not the black one. The black end should face you."

Luo Meng looked down and saw that both ends of the bamboo tube were blackened by smoke, making it impossible to tell whether it was red or black.

His face turned green, and he stared intently with his bull-like eyes, peering closely as if he wanted to bore a hole through the bamboo tube.

"Second Master, where's the red stuff? Don't mess with me!" Luo Meng was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

Chen Yuanzhi laughed heartily and patted Luo Meng on the shoulder. "Just kidding. Luo Ying carved a groove on one end of the nozzle, so the side with the groove faces outwards. The other end is sealed."

Luo Meng touched a groove, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He turned to the sailors and yelled, "Listen up, all of you! Line up and get yours! Nobody's allowed to pull this out unless it's a life-or-death situation! If anyone accidentally farts and hurts their own men, I'll chop them up first!"

Chaos erupted on the deck.

The thirty tubes of bone-dissolving poison smoke were quickly distributed.

The silence on the deck had barely lasted for half an incense stick when the surrounding black mist suddenly began to churn violently.

A pungent, fishy stench a hundred times stronger than before, mixed with a bone-chilling cold, accompanied by the mournful howls of ten thousand ghosts, crashed down on the Zhenyuan.

The sailors who were just clamoring to kill more sea monsters for credit were instantly overwhelmed by this terrifying aura, and some of the weaker ones collapsed onto the deck.

Crunch, crunch.

An ancient shipwreck, several times larger than the Zhenyuan, slowly broke through the black mist and appeared before everyone's eyes.

The shipwreck was covered with purplish-black seaweed and barnacles, and a tattered battle flag hung on the broken mainmast, which could be vaguely identified as the early naval style of the Daheng Dynasty.

The ship's sides were densely covered with dried corpses, which swayed in the sea breeze and made a sickening clanging sound.

Chen Yuanzhi swallowed hard: "The warships of the Great Heng Navy, how many years of resentment must they have accumulated?"

Even more horrifying was the bow of the sunken ship.

This place is occupied by a mountain of flesh, forcibly stitched together with countless sea beast remains and human corpses.

Hundreds of murky, dead fish eyes and empty skull-like eye sockets locked onto the Zhenyuan, while countless rotting faces squirmed and wailed among chunks of flesh, spewing out foul-smelling black liquid.

"The Sea Corpse Ghost General." Luo Meng's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his voice hoarse. "The legend at sea is true. The entire Great Heng Navy was wiped out back then, and its resentment gathered into this thing." The deck fell silent instantly.

The mud monkey swallowed hard, its legs spinning.

"Brother Luo, does this stuff work when you pee?"

"It works. If you can make it laugh, it might take pity on you and swallow you whole, saving you some suffering." Luo Meng gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

Chen Yuanzhi's face turned deathly pale as he stared at the mountain of flesh in the distance. "Boss, something's wrong."

"The resentment on this thing has materialized; it's at least a Ghost Commander at the Inner Heaven Realm."

"Boss, let's get out of here," Luo Meng said urgently. "This thing isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap for us."

Xu Hao didn't say anything.

He really didn't want to confront this disgusting thing head-on.

Monsters at the Inner Strength Realm are thick-skinned and tough, and are a realm higher than oneself, making them difficult and unrewarding to fight.

Just as he was about to tell Luo Meng to change course, a violent tremor suddenly came from his back.

The hilt of the knife pressed tightly against his back as if it had grown a mouth, frantically conveying an intense longing.

At the same time, the picture of the blessed land in his mind suddenly unfolded, and amidst the flashing golden light, an almost frenzied appetite rushed straight to the top of Xu Hao's head.

The Zhenyuan ship beneath my feet was completely out of control.

The pale blue frost patterns on the deck, which had been subdued by the extreme cold of the martial arts pool, now seemed to come alive, spreading wildly along the ship's sides. Amidst the crackling sound of ice forming, the bow of the entire ship was fixedly aimed at the stinking mountain of flesh opposite.

"Boss! The steering wheel is stuck! I can't turn it!" Luo Meng gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his face turning red, but the steering wheel was as if it were welded shut and wouldn't budge.

Chen Yuanzhi's face turned deathly pale. "Boss, is the ship haunted by the resentment of this wicked general?"

"Nightmare my ass."

Xu Hao closed his eyes, his mind immediately sinking into the blessed land painting in his mind.

"Is this wretched ship starving?" Xu Hao cursed in his mind. "Ahead lies a powerful, thick-skinned monster commander. If we crash into him, we might not even get any meat. If I die here, who's going to feed you blood crystals and high-level sea beasts every day? Who's going to level you up?"

The golden light on the scroll flickered twice, and the previously frenzied appetite seemed to freeze for a moment.

The blessed land has been shaken.

The Devouring Sea Blade on its back also let out a mournful cry of resentment and became obedient.

On the deck, Luo Meng was struggling desperately with the helm when he suddenly felt his grip loosen and the jammed helm could actually turn.

"Boss, the helm is working!" Luo Meng was overjoyed. His arm muscles bulged, and he swung the helm all the way to the right, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Full sail! Get out of here!"

The sailors were overjoyed and scrambled to pull at the ropes.

However, although the bow of the ship had deviated from its course, the massive hull of the Zhenyuan showed no sign of moving away from the opposing warship; on the contrary, it was gliding forward at an even faster speed.

Luo Meng froze, looking down at the deck. "Damn it, there's no wind. Why is this ship sliding forward by itself?"