Spirit Trout Race

Under Lu Changsheng's threat with Long Ming as hostage, the Dragon Family quickly prepared a boat.

At the end of the pier by the Dragon Family's rear mountain dock, a tower ship built entirely from Deep Sea Sinking Wood lay quietly moored in the azure seawater. Its hull was long and sleek, over twenty zhang in length, with seven fist-sized Wind-Sheltering Spirit Beads inlaid on each side of the gunwale. At the stern stood a helm platform carved from a whole piece of Sea Crystal Stone. Three main masts held rolled azure spirit sails that had yet to be raised, their canvas woven from Deep Sea Silver Silkworm Silk, shimmering with rippling light beneath the setting sun.

The deckhouse on the deck had three levels, with upturned eaves and carved corners. The window lattices were inlaid with translucent seashell flakes; from outside, one could not see clearly into the cabins, but from within, the sea surface was plainly visible.

"This ship's got style. That old dragon's character may be rotten to the core, but he does have some good stuff under his hand." Shi Jingtian, carrying the Mountain Shaker Staff on his shoulder, was the first to leap onto the deck. He looked left and right and clicked his tongue. "Hey, look at this mast—pure Deep Sea Sinking Wood. The material's no worse than my Mountain Shaker Staff! If the ship sinks later, can I tear this mast down and use it as a spare?"

"Shut that crow's beak of yours. We just got on board and you're already cursing the ship to sink." Tu Jiao pulled Xiao Yi onto the deck right behind him and snapped without looking back.

Lin Qingxuan supported Murong Taxue as they slowly climbed the gangway. The bright red wedding robe on Murong Taxue had