Trade Islands at Sea

They had been sailing across the sea for several days.

Su Mutian leaned against the bow of the sailboat, resting on the railing like the male lead in Titanic.

All he lacked was a Rose by his side...

The sea breeze stirred his hair, and his seemingly melancholy gaze looked into the distance.

Only Su Mutian himself knew the truth.

Taking a boat really was not easy.

After enduring this kind of swaying, drifting motion for so long, he would get seasick!

Fortunately, he had Soul Power to support him, so Su Mutian could still hold on.

Over the past few days,

Old Blackhead, whenever he had nothing to do, had taught Su Mutian a great deal about the sea.

For example,

Such-and-such sea area was home to three to five Hundred Thousand Year sea beasts. They had violent tempers, and one absolutely must not pass through there.

And for another example,

Society on the sea was structured around island groups connected to other island groups. Although the children of the sea were far fewer than those on the continent, and their living conditions were much harsher,

They were used to the sea.

However, there was one thing Old Blackhead did not understand.

This young man, who seemed like some noble-class youth out on a trip, neither liked bathing nor liked getting wet!

Now that was truly strange as strange could be!

Whether noble or commoner, anyone who lived by the sea, even if they could not be called excellent in the water, should at least normally love the water.

Take the scene before his eyes, for example.

The crewmen of the merchant ship stood on a high springboard, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, their bodies swaying.

"All right, this contestant is making his pre-match preparations. He is stretching his muscles, perhaps to prepare for a more graceful and fluid posture when he enters the water shortly."

Splash~

"He jumped, he jumped! Like a flying fish, he streaked through the air! Enchanting, alluring... oh-ho, he entered the water with zero splash!"

This sudden diving competition scene...

He dared not look, dared not look.

Yes, that was right.

During the merchant ship's voyage, they often held this kind of ship-chasing activity.

What was a ship-chasing activity?

Please continue watching.

One saw these crewmen jump into the sea one after another, yet the sailing speed of the ship did not weaken in the slightest.

The uncle at the helm opened his mouth, revealing two big yellow teeth, and shouted, "Speed up!

"You little brats, the flag is mine this time!"

"Soul Skill: Jet Stream!"

"Soul Skill: Soaring Fish!"

"Soul Skill: Great Fish Tail!"

Thirty seconds later, seeing the sailboat accelerate, the soul masters who had entered the water all displayed their soul skills, making themselves swim rapidly.

And their target was the yellow flag stuck on the tail of the sailboat. Whoever got it was the winner, and the reward was quite generous.

However, there was one thing in which Old Blackhead had wronged Su Mutian.

It was not that Su Mutian did not like bathing.

Rather, he had not washed his face, so Old Blackhead and the others took it as Su Mutian not having bathed.

As for the reason he did not wash his face, there was no need to say more, right?

"Ah, young and vigorous. When I was in my twenties, I was just as full of passion as they are." Old Blackhead pointed at the crewmen striving to catch up as he spoke.

Old Blackhead leaned beside Su Mutian's ear and muttered softly, "Young man, to tell you the truth, those of us who work on ships spend more than ten, sometimes twenty days a month away from home, so these young people have a restless fire inside them. They can only vent it through this sort of method.

"As for me, don't look at me as someone already fifty years old. Every morning, I still stand tall like a pillar!"

Su Mutian's expression lit up.

Good heavens.

Old Master Jin truly had not deceived me!

Zhang Sanfeng truly had not deceived me!

As long as the mountain of essence remains, there is no fear of running out of firewood!

Old Blackhead's implied meaning was nothing more than this: men ran about outside, were in the prime of hot-blooded youth, yet went long periods without wives to play with, leaving their energy nowhere to vent, so they could only do some physical exercise to release it.

But what was with Old Blackhead's proud yet lecherous expression?

Hey? Weren't you a Soul Emperor-level expert who could hold the pass against ten thousand men alone?

"Still, can you let me sneak a tiny peek at your sword? In my whole life, the number of Weapon Spirit Masters I've seen can be counted on one hand, so I'm rather curious," Old Blackhead asked expectantly.

Watch me release my sword?

Su Mutian decisively shook his head.

Was this something he could casually let others see?

He still vaguely remembered back on Sea God Island, when the divine sword had suddenly broken through to level ten. That thing's aura had pierced straight into the clouds.

If he revealed it, there would probably be even more trouble.

But maintaining a humble and cautious attitude,

Su Mutian politely declined. "A tiny martial soul, not worth mentioning. How could it compare to Uncle Old Blackhead? You're already a Soul Emperor-level expert, yet you're still willing to lower yourself and work as a foreman on a merchant ship. It truly commands respect."

"Not at all, not at all. Being able to make a living on the sea is already no easy thing, let alone being able to work for Sea God Island. A Soul Emperor, ah, inside there, that can't be considered anyone impressive."

Old Blackhead also spoke modestly.

But his expression changed.

He would not let him see his martial soul!

What did that mean?

It meant he was afraid of exposing himself!

As said before, martial souls were mostly inherited, especially those rare martial souls belonging to the big-shot existences.

Once their martial souls were revealed, it was very easy to guess their sect or family.

This young man really was the descendant of some extraordinary person!

Just like when Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared, it was almost certain she came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The Clear Sky Hammer meant the Clear Sky Sect.

Martial souls were already locked together with families and sects.

Originally, Old Blackhead had only been half-believing and half-doubting the crewmen's wild guesses.

But after this slight probe, it was completely confirmed.

Naturally, Su Mutian did not know that two casual sentences from him had caused Old Blackhead and the others to develop so many concerns.

If you said they were stupid, there were indeed people who pretended to be pigs to eat tigers. This also counted as worldly experience. Mixing around in this kind of fantasy world, being a little cautious and careful was always right.

But if you said they were smart... they really were smart.

Su Mutian was, after all, the Young God of Sea God Island.

The one who had come out to train was also a clone; he would not truly be killed.

Such a situation

Did indeed coincide with their thoughts.

At most, Old Blackhead and the others' imagination was still not rich enough.

Although Su Mutian did not seem like the type to hold grudges...

Pah!

What kind of joke was that?

Not hold grudges?

If anyone provoked me, I'd remember you to death for the rest of my life!

Therefore, invisibly, caution helped Old Blackhead avoid a disaster, and also helped Su Mutian avoid a different kind of death.

Su Mutian asked, "Where are we going next to make purchases?"

The merchant ships of Sea God Island mostly went out to sea to import some food, medicinal herbs, and certain daily necessities.

But after drifting around for these past few days, there still seemed to be no end to it.

Su Mutian had a headache.

At this rate, when will I ever reach the land of Douluo Continent?

He had no idea how those two fellows, Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, had gone back either.

They could have at least left a mark to guide him.

That way, he could go become their demon... oh no, their savior.

He really was their savior.

Stopping Tang Chen from falling into the demonic path was for his own good, was it not?

If Qian Daoliu did not have a child, then such a great tragic entanglement would never arise. Was that not for his own good?

"Soon. We can arrive today. The Trade Islands are the marketplace base of the sea folk. Materials are abundant there, and they have everything one could need."

Old Blackhead pointed ahead as he spoke.

His estimate was absolutely not wrong. He had taken this sea route for more than twenty years, and he knew perfectly well where all the reefs around them grew.

Sure enough, not long after Old Blackhead finished speaking,

Black dots gradually appeared on the distant sea surface, linked together. They were astonishingly a group of islands!

----------Divider　　Next is the story of how Tang Chen created Tang San's grandfather. In the original work, there doesn't seem to be much on this aspect, so there is a lot of room to play.

Moreover, Tang Chen's talent was extremely high, and Tang Hao's talent was extremely high. Only the generation in between had no news at all, as if they had vanished from the world, existing solely to have children.

So I'll fill in this section with my own imagination!