Rebellion on the Ship

After leaving Moon Island, the Mystic Tortoise carried Xia Yang and the others into the vast sea.

Having gone through a life-and-death battle, everyone was somewhat exhausted.

So, everyone returned to their cabins to rest.

Only the sound of Sea Waves striking the hull remained on deck.

After an entire day of sailing, night fell once more.

Bright moonlight spilled across the pitch-black sea surface as the Mystic Tortoise slowly sailed through the night by the faint starlight.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Urgent knocking shattered the stillness of the night.

Xia Yang woke with a start, rubbed his bleary eyes, casually threw on an outer robe, and shuffled toward the door in his slippers.

With a creak, the wooden door was pulled open.

Standing outside was the captain of the Mystic Tortoise—Xia Yang's father, Xia Shi.

"Dad, what is it at this hour?"

Xia Yang asked as he turned and walked back into the room.

Xia Shi followed him inside and shut the door behind him. "You've slept all day. Still not rested enough?"

"Did that earlier battle really drain you that badly?"

"Come on, there's nothing to do at sea. What's wrong with sleeping a little longer?"

Xia Yang plopped down on the edge of the bed and muttered, "Besides, that was my first time fighting with full strength. On the Spiritual Level, I'm exhausted."

"You brat, you've learned to talk back now?"

Xia Shi shot him a glare, pretending to be angry.

Xia Yang yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Tell me, Dad. What exactly did you come to see me about?"

Xia Shi took an item from the Storage Soul Tool at his waist.

It was the Five-Hundred-Year Soul Bone they had obtained on Moon Island.

With a casual toss, the Spirit Bone landed lightly on the bed.

"What else could it be about?" Xia Shi said.

Xia Yang hurriedly picked up the Spirit Bone and examined it carefully under the dim light in the room.

The pale yellow Spirit Bone felt warm and smooth to the touch, like fine jade, with a faint gleam flowing across its surface.

"You want me to absorb this Spirit Bone?" Xia Yang looked up and asked.

"Otherwise? Should I absorb it?" Xia Shi retorted.

"But... isn't the Year Limit of this Five Hundred Years Spirit Bone a little too low?"

There was a trace of hesitation in Xia Yang's voice.

As a transmigrator, Xia Yang had always carried certain expectations in his heart.

He did not dare hope for a Hundred Thousand Years Spirit Bone, but it should at least have been of a quality over ten thousand years.

This Five Hundred Years Spirit Bone before him truly failed to stir much interest in him.

"Good kid, now you're getting picky."

Xia Shi was both annoyed and amused. "Your old man has roamed the seas for decades, and this is the first time I've ever seen a Spirit Bone with my own eyes."

"But you're already looking down on it."

Hearing his father's words, Xia Yang fell silent for a moment and began to think.

After a while, Xia Yang finally came to terms with it.

Although he was a transmigrator, over the years he seemed not to have encountered any special opportunities, nor had he awakened any kind of system or cheat.

So rather than reaching beyond his grasp, he might as well seize what was in front of him.

A Spirit Bone could ultimately improve a Soul Master's aptitude, even if this one was only of Five Hundred Years quality.

"Fine. I'll absorb it."

Just as Xia Yang was about to begin absorbing the Spirit Bone, the door was knocked on again.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

Father and son turned toward the door at the same time.

"Xia Yang, are you in there?"

"Is the Captain with you?"

Sun Chuanjun's voice came from outside.

"Old Sun, I'm here."

Xia Shi strode to the door and pulled it open.

Sun Chuanjun stood outside holding a large bowl, steam still rising from it.

"Haha, chicken soup's here!"

Sun Chuanjun walked into the room with a smile and placed the chicken soup on the table.

Its rich aroma immediately filled the entire cabin.

"Uncle Sun, why are you the one bringing the chicken soup? Where's Uncle Li?"

As Xia Yang spoke, he took several bowls from the room.

Then he picked up a ladle and served soup for them.

"Old Li has been busy all day. I saw that he was too tired, so I told him to rest first."

Sun Chuanjun took a bowl of soup and handed it to Xia Shi. "Captain, hurry and try it. Today's chicken soup is especially delicious."

Xia Shi accepted the bowl and asked, "Zhang Feng is still guarding the other boat. Did you send some to him?"

"Don't worry, Captain."

Sun Chuanjun quickly nodded. "I sent some to Old Zhang first. I watched him finish it before coming over."

"He has to keep the crew members on that boat in line right now, so he's certainly having a hard time."

"Captain, hurry and drink while it's hot. Chicken soup won't taste good once it gets cold."

Sun Chuanjun urged them.

However, the atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became subtle.

Though Xia Yang and Xia Shi both held bowls of soup, neither took a single sip.

"Uncle Sun, the deep-sea octopus toxin in this chicken soup smells so strong. How do you expect us to drink it?"

Xia Yang lowered his head and spoke calmly.

"Hehe, what nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

"What deep-sea octopus toxin?"

"This chicken soup..."

Sun Chuanjun forced a smile, but his voice trembled slightly.

"Old Sun."

Xia Shi suddenly smashed his bowl onto the deck, sending soup splashing everywhere. "Do you really think I spent all these decades as a Sea Soul Master for nothing?"

"I know far more about things in the sea than a land Soul Master like you do!"

"Speak! What is going on?"

The cabin immediately fell into deathly silence.

Under the dim light, Sun Chuanjun's face shifted between light and shadow, looking particularly eerie.

"Third Soul Skill: Golden Light Flash."

"First Soul Skill: Golden Light Thrust."

"Fifth Soul Skill: Golden Sky-Splitting Slash."

Sun Chuanjun suddenly sprang into action, and the Golden Warblade Martial Soul instantly appeared in his hand.

Then, bolstered by his Soul Skills, he spun and lunged straight at Xia Yang, a fierce golden blade aura tearing through the air!

"Second Soul Skill: Susanoo Defense."

Xia Yang reacted swiftly. His level twenty-five Soul Power surged at full strength, and Purple Tight Armor instantly covered his whole body.

At that moment, time seemed to slow. Xia Yang could even clearly see the twisted expression on Sun Chuanjun's face.

"First Soul Skill: Black Tortoise Shield."

"Second Soul Skill: North Sea Cold Current."

On the other side, his father Xia Shi moved after him yet arrived first, abruptly stepping in front of Xia Yang.

A tortoise-shell shield radiating cold air formed instantly, meeting the incoming golden blade aura head-on.

"Bang."

The blade aura collided with the shield, and both dissipated at once.

However, the temperature inside the cabin dropped several degrees under the effects of Xia Shi's Soul Skill.

Then, Xia Shi used the cold air to attack again.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Profound Ice Prison."

"Kacha! Kacha!"

Bone-chilling cold air instantly engulfed the entire cabin, and thick layers of ice covered all four walls and the door.

At this moment, Sun Chuanjun was shivering all over from the cold.

Moreover, his path of retreat had already been completely sealed.

"Old Sun, surrender."

Xia Shi said in a low voice.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Golden Prison."