Crewmate 1, Heading to Emei (Third Watch)

A small boat rocked and swayed to the shore of Windmill Island and stopped not far from the Ghost Radish.

The salty sea breeze jingled as the Copper Bell rattled open the wooden door, and Nicole Robin's suede ankle boots stepped over peanut shells and beer bottles scattered on the ground.

Taking off her sunglasses, which were fogged up by the salt spray, Robin went to the bar. "Tequila, on the ice." She tapped the oak counter with her fingers, glancing at the corner booth out of the corner of her eye.

Fang Yu was poking at the grilled fish on Vivi's plate with a toothpick, Brook was playing the melody of "Binks' Sake" on the piano in the bar, Carrot and Perona were playing cards, and the entire crew of the Ghost Radish was gathered.

Nicole Robin, carrying a bottle of tequila, went to a corner.

I had just sat down when I suddenly sensed someone approaching me.

"Madam," Fang Yu said, sitting down at the next table with his drink, "You've followed me all the way from Alabasta, you must be thirsty, right? This one's on me."

Robin was somewhat surprised, but still said, "The environment here is much better Alabasta." She took a sip of her drink, the burning sensation in her throat masking her racing heart. "Although I don't know how you managed to remove the Poneglyph, I'd like to ask you, may I take a look at it?"

"Bang!"

Vivi's fork suddenly pierced through the table. "Are Crocodile's remaining followers still not giving up?"

"Princess Vivi was even more vigilant than the murals in the Royal Tomb," Robin said, raising his glass. "What interests me are the older secrets—like the Poneglyph or something."

Brook stood up from the piano. "Although I'd love to see the color of this lady's panties, I'll still tell the captain that it's best not to trust this guy of unknown origin!"

Fang Yu shook his head and smiled, "Since she wants to see it, it's not that we can't let her see it. Press 1 to see the Poneglyph."

Nico Robin's eyes widened instantly. "You really want me to see?"

"It's a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yu instantly appeared in front of Nico Robin, put his hand on her shoulder, and pulled her into a desert!

The desert was supported by thick branches of Wood Release, and there were only two inscriptions in the space. Apart from the inscriptions, there was nothing else.

Nicole Robin ran her arm across the moss on the stone tablet, her fingertips trembling slightly as she traced the ancient characters that hadn't been seen in eight hundred years.

"Read."

Robin's pupils reflected the cuneiform script. "This is the dwelling place of Pluton, the Lord of War. The Iron Ship lies dormant on the Red Line. When the three-colored stars meet at the equator, the Gate of the Underworld will be opened by the blood of something."

Her fingertips suddenly pressed against a spiral-shaped inscription. "This is the erased confession of the forger—what we forged was not for slaughter, yet the Kingdom of God offered sacrifices of blood, ultimately leading to Pluton's eternal Earth Vein."

She then looked at the second inscription.

Robin's breathing suddenly quickened. "The promise made eight hundred years ago to the Mermaid Princess: With Sun Tree Eve as our witness, we will build the giant ship Noah to bring your race to the light of the sun. If we fail to keep our promise, may the one who holds this document in the future shatter my crown!"

"I don't understand." Fang Yu shook his head. Nico Robin continued reading:

"However, we were defeated by the might of the gods, Noah was forever sunk on Fish-Man Island. This crime must be paid for by the Clan of D in blood."

Fang Yu watched as Nico Robin wrote down the text on the two stone tablets section by section, without trying to stop her.

For him, let alone a secret from eight hundred years ago, he wouldn't be interested in a secret from eight thousand years ago.

He was more interested in deciphering the runes of Asgard than the secrets of the Grand Line.

Stephen Fang sat cross-legged on Asgard's highest observation platform, letting the cold wind tear at his robes.

This is the ninth day of his seclusion, and the Levitation Spell of the Asgard is still stuck at the last step.

The ancient texts' descriptions of "sensing Atmospheric Spirits" were too mystical, so he decided to discard all runes and tools and rely solely on the most primitive magical perception.

"Breathe like a feather falling on a lake." He silently recited the admonition of Thor, the mother of Frigga, and sank his consciousness into his chest.

On his twelfth attempt, Stephen immediately focused his mind and imagined himself as a fluffy dandelion seed.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

He noticed golden specks of light floating in the air!

When the light touched his fingertips, Stephen suddenly opened his arms wide, like a fledgling eagle flapping its wings for the first time.

"Rise!"

This time there were no incantations or gestures; I guided myself purely with my will.

When his knees were three inches off the ground, he suddenly lost his balance and fell over.

The back of his head hit the stone slab with a dull thud, startling the Magic Raven that had built their nest on the top of the tower.

After his third fall, Stephen finally figured it out.

He no longer forced the energy to flow, but instead relaxed all his muscles, letting the wind lift his body on its own.

At dawn, Stephen finally hovered precariously in the air!

He was surprised to find himself rising and falling slightly with the air currents, like a balloon floating on ocean waves.

As he tried to lean to the left, the power of magic immediately gathered in his right waist, propelling him toward the edge of the terrace.

"I see!"

"Synchronized Memory!"

"Synchronization Ability!"

"Call!"

After Stephen Fang synchronized the flight ability, which could only be obtained by using divine weapons, to the Main God Fang Yu in the Shushan Plane, he stretched.

The Ghoul Bloodline has excellent functionality, with flight being its strongest ability.

Now that he has regained the ability to fly, the chances of the Main God Fang Yu's survival have greatly increased.

At the same time.

The Shushan Plane, where spiritual energy permeates the entire world, was just where Li Yingqi had extracted all the Red Thread Gu from the members of the Central Continent Team.

After finishing everything, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Just as a male newcomer was about to help her up, a flash of white light appeared, and the newcomer's leg was broken!

Zhao Yingkong rushed forward with a dagger in hand, while Fang Yu's voice came, "Let her be."

Zhao Yingkong snorted coldly, stepped back, and took out Medical Spray, spraying it at the screaming newcomer.

Li Yingqi looked at Fang Yu and said, "I've done everything I promised you. Can I leave now?"

"Wait a minute." Fang Yu stopped Li Yingqi. "Although we are husband and wife, I don't want to have anything to do with you. But I also want to live, so could you give me some Cultivation Technique or something? I want to become stronger."

Li Yingqi rolled her eyes at Fang Yu. "Do you want to listen to what you're saying? You're already at the Nascent Soul Stage... wait! Why do you look like a mortal?"

"Don't worry about that, just give it to me or not."

Li Yingqi initially wanted to refuse.

But when she thought about how Fang Yu risked his life to bring her out of the Nether Spring Blood Demon's lair, she felt that she, as a cultivator, had to repay this favor.

"Our Emei sect's internal cultivation techniques are passed down only to insiders. However, by chance, I did obtain a Nameless Technique. But let me make it clear beforehand: how well I master it is none of my business; it's what you want."

Fang Yu nodded, "Okay, bring it here."

Li Yingqi scoffed, "How could I possibly carry it with me all the time?"

"It's okay, just tell me where it is."

"Emei".

"Walk!"