Sneaking Onto a Merchant Ship

Ever since the incident where his clone drowned...

Su Mutian had grown a little wiser.

And even more cautious.

He had drowned in the sea the moment he left the island.

How was that acceptable?

If his real body went out like that, even possession by the Nine-Tailed Fox would not save him!

Although most of it had been because he was not yet skilled with his martial soul...

Better safe than sorry.

After another period of martial soul training, along with one hundred and eight different ways to die...

Su Mutian floated.

It was the kind of feeling where he was practically floating into immortality, his soul leaving his body.

Bo Saixi became even more convinced.

The Young God really was undergoing Divine Tribulation!

Because when she went to Sea God Hall, she would often see the Young God curled up, looking as if he were facing death.

Who else but a god could make the Young God look like that?

Whenever this happened...

Bo Saixi could only hold Su Mutian tightly, trying to drive away his cold and loneliness.

Su Mutian, on the other hand, was perfectly comfortable.

His face pressed against three inches of softness, drunk in a warm, endless haven.

What did it mean to have ice and fire in two heavens?

This was it.

One second, he was suffering the rotten sensation of death; the next, he was experiencing the heights of paradise.

People in this world were obsessed with beauty.

What was there to fear? I'm willing. I'm comfortable!

You're all just jealous of me, jealous!

Bo Saixi carried a faint fragrance of the sea... Of course, it was not purely the smell of sea salt. Don't misunderstand.

She possessed the sea's surging grandeur, the sea's steady calm, and the sea's boundless power.

If not for his exceptional self-control...

Su Mutian would have nearly fallen completely.

On this day...

After exploring the surrounding environment of Sea God Island, Su Mutian released his clone and prepared to go out to sea again.

This time...

He was fully prepared!

First, Su Mutian had obtained a ticket for a merchant ship that left Sea God Island to purchase supplies, so it could conveniently give him a ride.

He no longer needed to row alone, enduring the lonely cold wind by himself.

Second, Su Mutian had prepared a set of tattered strip-like clothes.

For details, one could refer to Master Sing's outfit in the Su Beggar movie.

Then he used black mud from the seabed to smear his face a little darker.

After all, his face was far too fair right now.

The outside world was so dangerous. There was no guarantee that some rotten elements would not take a fancy to him.

If it were a pretty girl, then fine, he could accept it in pain.

But what if it was someone ugly, or even a burly brute?

One had to know that Su Mutian could genuinely feel the suffering borne by his clone.

This clone was like one of Su Mutian's renewable arms. Cut it off, and Su Mutian would hurt too.

If you treated it gently, Su Mutian would feel that as well.

In any case, a situation like getting his back door opened...

Su Mutian had no choice but to take it into consideration.

"Being handsome is such a hassle. I have to endure too much pain that I never should have had to bear."

Su Mutian wiped away his tears.

Aside from changing clothes and making himself uglier...

Su Mutian also thought about what name he should use when going out.

It was like Sun Wukong having a catchphrase when he fought people and made friends:

"I am the special envoy appointed by the Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor, and Guanyin Bodhisattva to retrieve the Western scriptures, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong of the Water Curtain Cave on Flower-Fruit Mountain—ah~ so handsome I make scum fall off, ba ni ge long de dong na..."

The rhythm was graceful, the voice smooth and brisk, and the identity information was clear.

There was no need to change his name.

The name Su Mutian could be used directly.

Because on Sea God Island, Su Mutian's name was Poseinan.

Su Mutian was the name from his previous life. No one knew it.

But he definitely could not say he was from Sea God Island.

In that moment, inspiration had flashed through Su Mutian's mind.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Su Yiquan, and I come from a distant island called Tokyo.

I'm a Weapon Spirit Master. My martial soul is a White Sword. Of course, though it doesn't look very distinctive, it's enough for slicing fruit and chopping spirit beasts."

Su Mutian stood on the sailing ship, a smile appearing on his dirty face as he introduced himself to the others.

His current identity was that of a cargo porter.

Diligent, hardworking, and keeping his head down.

He would just focus on working hard, speak little, and not show off much.

That was the safest approach.

Old Black Ghost's rough, large hand landed on Su Mutian's shoulder, and he grinned as he said, "Weapon Spirit Masters are rare martial souls on the sea. They're not suited to making a living on the ocean. Am I right, everyone?"

Old Black Ghost was an experienced cargo porter, as well as the leader of these merchant workers. He gave Su Mutian a rough introduction to the contents of the work and also introduced him to the other merchant workers.

Perhaps he had taken Su Mutian for the child of a poor family.

He looked young, yet already needed to come out and work.

And he was even a weapon spirit.

One had to know that aside from martial soul mutations, most martial souls were inherited.

Most people who lived in the sea regions had martial souls related to water. This could increase their affinity with water and reduce their fear of water, as well as their chances of drowning.

So when Su Mutian said he had a weapon spirit, it quickly drew the attention of the others on the sailing ship.

But Su Mutian only needed to listen to these words.

After all, he planned to slip away once they reached the place where he wanted to go ashore.

Then it would be killing monsters and leveling up... Oh no, changing the plotline to level up.

After all, he was too weak right now.

When Tang San was thirty-six, he was already a Spirit King, right???

His little White Sword was only level eleven.

Mm, that's right, level eleven. Level eleven without a spirit ring.

Other people needed to absorb spirit rings to break through bottlenecks, but Su Mutian did not.

However, the Soul Power fluctuations of this White Sword were indeed great. But since he had not absorbed a spirit ring, he still did not know what its spirit skill was.

Sure enough, after Old Blackhead finished speaking, someone said in surprise, "Weapon spirit? That really is rare. What level are you? Weapon spirits are not easy to cultivate in the sea regions."

"A fishing net? Or a fishing rod? Maybe a ship anchor? Those can all support a family, but an axe..."

"If a fishing-net martial soul cultivates to Soul Elder, hmm... its capturing effect is still pretty good," someone said after thinking briefly.

"I only passed level ten not long ago," Su Mutian said obediently and humbly.

"Ah, kid, you need to work hard. Innate shortcomings can be made up for with effort later on.

Of course, you don't have to lose heart either. All the big brothers here are at least Soul Elders. Since you've joined our group, we'll help you improve too. In the future, you might even have a chance to advance to Soul Grandmaster."

His tone carried some regret, along with a hint of comfort.

If Su Mutian had not had the system with him, and if the Soul Power of his first martial soul had not already reached demigod level, he would almost have been moved.

Were these the simple values of commoners?

They really were harmonious.

Loved it, loved it.

But the people of the sea regions really were terrifying.

At every turn, they were Soul Elders and Spirit Kings.

Look at Tang San's start in Holy Soul Village.

Becoming a soul master was already the pride of the village.

Then look at him.

What did he mean, maybe he could become a Soul Grandmaster?

Your tone is a little off, little bro.

Are you looking down on the realm of Soul Grandmaster?

If Grandpa Jack knew about this, he would definitely jump up and smash your dog head in!

Immediately after, another person joined in the fun and said, "Kid, don't worry. With the strength of us Soul Ancestors, as long as you perform well, we can fully guarantee that your second spirit ring will be a thousand-year one, maybe even a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring."

As that person spoke, spirit rings suddenly burst forth. Yellow, purple, purple appeared before them.

His second one was actually a thousand-year spirit ring!

Another person curled his lip and said, "A mere Soul Ancestor? Look at mine."

In an instant, four spirit rings appeared beneath his feet. He was unmistakably a Soul Ancestor.

His spirit ring configuration was: yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Terrifying!

As a Soul Ancestor, he was still only a porter on a sailing ship.

That was a little chilling!

But Su Mutian smiled.

The people of the sea regions truly were absurdly powerful.

When he had just transmigrated to Sea God Island...

He had even seen Spirit Kings setting up stalls to sell grilled seafood skewers, and even fighting over stall locations.

It was also from that moment on...

Su Mutian discovered that Sea God Island was this terrifying.

But thinking back carefully...

There was actually logic to deduce from this matter.

----------Divider. Attention, all units!

Su Mutian's martial soul has been changed!

Old readers who are confused can go to Chapter One and take a look!

The first martial soul has been changed to the Chaos Divine Sword, also known as the Nine-Colored Divine Sword and so on. For details, you can go to Chapter One and check!

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