Let's give everyone a little industrial shock!

The little wooden boat was much stronger than the boat made of talisman paper.

Shen Le fed in a stream of heat, lighting up the Talisman on it. It held steady, not even swaying.

A large amount of black mist from the Ancient Ship surged into it. It withstood about half of it before it began to shake violently, on the verge of collapse.

It looked like it was about to fail.

Shen Le poured in power with all his might, trying to connect every Talisman and light up the entire hull, to confirm that the Talismans Lan Zhuang had restored were correct and effective. The heat advanced across the hull... advancing...

When it reached one-third of the way, there was a muffled bang, and it exploded. The patched wooden plank blew apart into wood chips all over the ground, while the two planks beside it were blasted upward. As for the other planks...

The other planks—

[Why are these planks blooming?]

Lan Zhuang asked in surprise. Little Ink Marker swooped over, raised the Lead Weight, and poked them once, then again:

[They really are flowers! They really bloomed! They even smell nice! Shen Le, look!]

It even poked off a particularly tiny flower, about the size of an osmanthus blossom but nowhere near as pretty, and rolled it over for Shen Le to see.

Shen Le touched the Devil's Work Ball beneath the Lead Weight and sniffed the flower. Sure enough, a faintly sweet fragrance wafted into his nose.

Before he could figure out what kind of flower it was, he saw a little flower at the top of the mast suddenly bloom, then suddenly wither. At its center, a tiny unripe fruit formed, gradually swelling and turning red—

"Not only did it bloom, it even bore fruit for