Saint of the Flesh, Rising Without Limit (Second Update)

Saying goodbye to Master Ye, Qin Geng stepped out of the Ye Residence gates.

The sun had just crawled up the eaves, bathing the bluestone slab path in a bright glow.

Qin Geng took a trip to the yamen for roll call, then turned back toward the docks, untied the mooring ropes, and boarded his own Swift Horse.

With his current status, his freedom within the Wave-Quelling Bureau was one of a kind.

Zhou Dawei truly treated him like an attendant Buddha; as long as he did not bungle major matters, wherever and whatever he did usually depended entirely on Qin Geng's own pleasure.

With a shake of the sculls, the small boat pierced the morning mist like an arrow leaving the string, heading straight for the depths of the Xun River.

Today, Qin Geng did not want to investigate any foreign ships, for his hands were itching and the strand of Essence, Qi, and Spirit he had just successfully forged was brimming with force inside his heart, wanting to find a place to run wild.

The boat traveled down to the lower reaches of Wildcat Bay, which was a notoriously treacherous stretch of water.

The current swirled here, the bottom was a bottomless pit of mire, and both banks were entirely filled with reed marshes taller than two men that rattled noisily whenever the wind blew, sounding like ghosts clapping their hands.

Splash!

A pillar of water suddenly erupted across the surface.

A sickening, foul stench mixed with heavy water vapor surged toward his face.

Qin Geng stood at the bow of the boat, his feet seemingly rooted as he remained unmoving.

He saw a piece of rotting wood-like object slowly floating up within the turbid ripples.

That was a dorsal shell.

Immediately following, a massive head poked out;