Who Dared to Eat a Bear's Heart and Leopard's Gall to Attack Our People!

Yin wind howled.

Black mist churned.

Shen Le shuddered and instinctively circulated his cultivation to resist it. He sank his qi into his dantian, pressed his tongue to his palate, and summoned the flow of heat. -..·?

Nothing?

This ghostly fog had suppressed his cultivation technique? Or had it separated his physical body from his soul?

He calmed down and swiftly surveyed his surroundings. Only then did he realize that his whole body was pitching back and forth, swaying so violently that he could not keep his footing at all.

Gale winds whipped salty, fishy waves into his face and body, strike after strike landing painfully. The deck beneath his feet had become so slick that he could slide from one end to the other at any moment.

Around him, screams, shouts, and bellowed orders boiled without end:

"Reef the sails! Reef the sails!"

"Hard to port!"

"Can't go left! Charge straight into the waves! We can only survive by breaking through!"

"The hull is leaking! Quick, get down there and plug it! You! You! And you! Get down there now!"

"The mast is breaking!" A shrill, prolonged, desperate cry for help streaked overhead. It grew farther and farther away before vanishing into the darkness.

Shen Le strained his ears and widened his eyes, yet he could neither see the person who had been flung away nor hear the sound of them hitting the water.

Everyone around him rushed about in a frenzy, their feet barely touching the deck as they fought desperately for their lives:

Break through the storm and live; fail to break through, and die!

Shen Le relaxed instead. The situation was obvious—he had been swept into this wooden ship's memories again.

Since this ship had later ended up in Dragon Lord's hands and eventually been restored