A long sea voyage was nowhere near as interesting as most people imagined.
The sailors aboard Wang Cheng's ship told Yang Ge that on every voyage, only two days were happy ones: the day they boarded and the day they disembarked. Everything in between was torment.
After admiring the same unchanging blue sea for three days... Yang Ge wholeheartedly agreed.
Of the seventy-two people traveling together, though, perhaps he was the only one with that particular "problem."
Everyone else, even Xiang Wudi, whose name appeared on the Heroes Ranking, had been stunned by Yang Ge's simple, brutal "battle plan." They shut themselves inside their cabins and frantically cultivated their qi day after day. As the saying went, sharpening your spear before battle might not make it sharp, but at least it would shine!
If even a Martial Titan at the peak of Return to the True like Xiang Wudi felt such a strong sense of crisis, what hope was there for the others?
And so, before the Seventy-Two Braves heading east could work the foreigners to death, they began working one another to death instead...
Only Yang Ge wandered idly around the ship all day. One moment, he was learning from the sailors how to identify rigging as hopelessly tangled as electrical wires in India; the next, he was following the navigator around, learning to read nautical charts and find his bearings by the constellations... He finally reached a conclusion: different trades were separated by mountains, and making a living at sea was no easy feat!
After that, he decisively abandoned those futile efforts, acquired a fishing rod from the crew, and settled comfortably into life as a good-for-nothing angler.
Whoosh.
On their seventh day at sea, Yang Ge sat at the stern and flicked his rod with practiced ease.