This boat is falling apart! Senior Martial Brother, save me!

Shen Le held his breath and stared at the wooden ship.

The reassembled wooden ship was like a fish finally returned to the water from land, its entire body trembling softly.

The talismans within the planks lit up and went dark, then darkened and lit up again. No one touched the wheel, yet it began turning on its own, and the rudder moved with a thunderous roar.

Shen Le leaped hard backward, barely escaping the rudder's reach. He watched the enormous rudder, several zhang long, swing from left to right, then from the right side of the stone edge back to the left:

Luckily, I built this workshop big and wide enough!

If it had been even a little shorter or narrower, that rudder could have swept the whole workshop down!

Even so, the scaffolding that took the heavy blow rattled and shook without end.

It was only because the scaffolding had not been erected on the ground, but was made of bamboo whose roots ran deep underground and whose stalks were tightly bound together, that it did not collapse outright.

Even so, the rudder struck the scaffolding with all its force, producing one dull boom after another:

Thud!

Thud!

THUD!!!

It seemed—perhaps—maybe, if it had not been on land and if its sails had been raised, this ship might have simply run away?

Shen Le had originally intended to stand by and watch it toss itself about until it calmed down. Yet not only did it lash about wildly, it gradually began swaying left and right, trembling without pause. The motion grew larger and larger. The distance traveled by the mast's tip was now visible to the naked eye, and the planks creaked along with it:

"Quiet down!"

Shen Le panicked. He took a running start, leaped up to