591: Chapter 415 591: Chapter 415 The ingredients for the seafood meal, along with the cookbook, were all there; Sun Zi’an and his disciples got busy with the preparation.
Those idle onlookers wondered if they could lend a hand.
With several hundred people needing food, they had to hurry to get the meals ready.
They watched the seafood they wanted to eat being gathered in such large quantities by Jiang Tang’s unique methods.
If they were not on Flying Arrows incapable of controlling magical treasures, they might have been able to scavenge some fish and shrimp upon reaching the sea.
Many knew their limits; with their own skills, facing a swarm of sharks was no joke, and not everyone could learn the skill of high-altitude retrieval, especially those without that cultivation technique.
Ye Tian was the second most powerful person on the Flying Arrow; except for one or two women slightly less skilled than he was, he could have done the same with his own ship if he were alone.
However, in the pursuit of a great power holder, he couldn’t manage these tasks.
His personal power was insufficient, and he lacked the necessary magical treasures, well aware of his inferiority.
Jiang Tang collected a storage bag full of seafood but felt it wasn’t enough.
They were likely to head to another base for work; completing tasks at two bases wasn’t something that could be done in a short time.
He didn’t let anyone leave alone.
To keep the base secret and for their safety,
they’re allowed to return only these two days; they’re nearly aware of the stakes involved and wouldn’t carelessly expose the location of the base.
Patriarch Ye felt they couldn’t wait any longer.
With his martial might, those minor characters were no match for him.
He was only cautious in case the opponent had explosives, which were used against civilians.
With a wave of his hand and without a hint of politeness, he unleashed a blaze of fire that shrouded the distant island from afar, sparing other areas from harm and burning only the island within his control.
Suddenly, the people on the island felt as though an explosion had occurred, as if a volcano was erupting towards them; their clothes spontaneously caught fire, and the buildings along with the entire island burst into flames.
In a short time, the island turned desolate, with everything reduced to ashes.
The people died so abruptly, and the leader went to the area of the sea where the battleship had just been sunk, only to find that their own ship had been sunk as well.
The sudden fierce wind and towering waves filled them with dread; they speculated that cultivators from the Cultivation World were in a magical duel and wondered whether their leader and battleship had been deliberately sunk or were just unlucky victims of the disaster.
With danger on this side, they looked at the huge waves and dared not rescue anyone.
They had to send the news to their contacts everywhere and especially back to their homeland organization.
Yingzi at the Prime Minister’s Residence, upon hearing the news, was a little panicked.
The sinking of the battleship could mean hundreds had died.
The leader had gone to rescue the victims, taking so many people.
Yet, the situation seemed extremely perilous.
When they tried to inquire about the state of the island, they realized there was no longer any communication from there.
Yingzi couldn’t sit still anymore.
Those from their homeland had visited the island several times before the battle, and the battleship was preparing to launch an attack.
The leader had previously thought they should lie low, but the homeland felt staying hidden for too long was not feasible.
Women could continue to lie low at home, so they had sent batch after batch of men.
They had destroyed the battleships in the waters near Ancient Xia Country and were preparing a massive explosion, with plans to level every city.
Now that so many had died suddenly on that side, could she still continue to hide here?
Yingzi was also afraid to defy orders.
After all, although these women were trained, many were daughters of wealthy families.
The sudden appearance of so many women would attract attention, and their disappearance from noble clans would raise suspicions.
The Imperial City was also strictly guarded, leaving them no choice but to report back to their homeland.
When she reported the incident to the leaders of their homeland,
A mountain had suddenly descended on that spot, crushing their incoming battleship, which then tragically sank beneath the sea.
Before they even began to work, they were dead, and the leader flew into a great rage.
Then he saw lightning flash and heard thunder roar in the sky as powerful figures engaged in a magic duel; the island where they had been hiding was set ablaze by spells.
The leader, both shocked and frightened by his own anger, had intended to go and take command in person.
But after listening to the advice of his subordinates, he decided to wait for news of victory from the battlefield.
To his dismay, before they had even begun, they had already lost so many people.
The leader regretted his rashness a bit—they could handle ordinary people and even average cultivators, but for some reason, this time they had encountered one of the most formidable figures in the cultivation world.
Their martial artists always declared that people from other countries were weak and coveted their resources with great desire.
Daring only to act in secret, they had recently been discovered, and in an instant, thousands had perished, yet his covetous heart remained unextinguished.
With their warships sunk, they had no choice but to send the women to infiltrate first, following the original mission to take control of the wealthy families’ heirs in the entire cultivation world.
Batch after batch of people died, and countless resources were destroyed; their manpower and material resources had drastically decreased.
They could only rob resources from wealthy families and discreetly transfer the wealth.
The people in the maritime regions received a message from Patriarch Ye and sent it to the family clan.
General Ye of the clan, upon receiving the message, had long been commissioning ships to be built.
Considering the previous ships inferior, he insisted that only treasure flying ships would suffice.
His son was the most adept at creating such magical treasure flying ships, but with the son currently away, the task fell to other family members.
Nonetheless, he informed Ye Tian about the message.
As father and son were relaying messages and chatting, another message came from the maritime people: an island in the ocean had exploded and was burning.
General Ye asked his son where he was and if he could spare the time to check it out.
“Father, our ancestor must be behind this—he’s there,” Ye Tian recounted the recent events to his father but for the moment urged him not to inform the ancestor as he was being hunted by so many great powers.
“Son, most of the Mahayana in the cultivation world have emerged.
How did you get so lucky to encounter them?
Can you hold your own?
Are you injured?
If you really can’t withstand them, tell the ancestor.
Is it not good for these people to meet such great power holders?”
Ye Tian didn’t agree with his father’s suggestion, explaining that the situation arose from his crafting of a magical treasure.
Jiang Tang had come to his rescue, and at this moment, these great power holders were the ones pursuing them.
They had a special mission and could not meet such powers.
After chatting with his father, Ye Tian then asked Jiang Tang to activate the image recorder to display the islands around the sea or other situations, and also to see how the powers’ spells were faring.
Jiang Tang nodded in agreement.
The information transmitted by his insects was excessive, revealing that these shameless old fellows were after his insect sprites.
He had been breeding many such insect sprites in his two spaces, particularly training even more.
Losing some was not a big deal, yet he didn’t want to let these old fellows benefit from them.
He conjured an illusion.
When the old fellows cast their giant nets, they discovered that the gold and white insects had disappeared.
“Damn it, another illusion.
You think I can’t find you?” Patriarch DuGu swore.
“The solar and lunar phenomena have changed.
Where did this sun and moon come from, hanging together in the sky amidst thunder and heavy rain, unaffected by the elements?” Elder of Spirit Sect was baffled at the unusual sight they witnessed in their tempestuous magic battle, where the sun and moon had suddenly appeared.
“Amitabha, a wondrous sight, indeed.
This sun and moon are rather peculiar!” the voice of Elder of the Buddhist Sect echoed.
“It is indeed strange; it seems like it’s something conjured.” Elder of Taoist Sect also shone his magical treasure and confirmed that these were not the natural sun and moon.
“Heh, interesting, hahaha, aren’t those precisely the two types of insect sprites we’ve been searching for?
If they can transform into the sun and moon, does it imply their energy originates from the solar and lunar sources?” Elder Su speculated, and other elders nodded in agreement.
Elder Xuanyuan observed the sun and moon, recalling the legendary myths: spaces created by immortals that contained fake sun and moon, where energy stones could be found.