My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 441 - 179: The Southern Realm Attacked by Rebel Army, Qian Xun Opens Spirit Opening_3

He said, "Explain the sorcery in detail."

"It’s a Daoist who can use some weird techniques, causing the imperial soldiers who came here several times before to suffer great losses. Coupled with the pressure from Nan Xu, they temporarily stopped dealing with them. As for more specific details, I’m not very clear, so please forgive me, my lord."

The attendant said, "In any case, if my lord wishes to go to sea, this place is an unavoidable path we must take. We just hope to get through quickly to avoid any trouble..."

"No need to think about it anymore, this ’trouble’ is bound to happen."

Chen Sansi said this as he turned and entered the cabin of the ship.

When he came back out, he had already taken on the appearance of Lai Zi, his waist adorned with a He Miao Long Sword.

"Wooo—"

"..."

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Around their large ship.

Countless small boats were rapidly approaching, each one packed with soldiers in armour. Waving their weapons and shouting loudly, they seemed every bit the part of bandits.

The guard responsible for sailing Chen Sansi and his group, named Qin Changxu, watched this scene without panic. Knowing escape was impossible, he ordered his men to stop the ship.

Then, he cupped his fists towards the enemy ships, "My fellow heroes from Liangshan! We are merchants from the North, preparing to pass through this precious place for business in Da Xu! All the heroes must have heard of Mr. Jia from Da Xu, right? We are friends with him!"

As they dared to pass through here, they naturally came prepared.

Aboard the enemy ship.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a goatee, who stroked his beard, "You really are friends of Mr. Jia?"

"Of course! Otherwise, how would we dare to pass through here?"

Qin Changxu said, "My brothers, we are all family, let’s not hurt the good atmosphere."

"Even if you are allies of Mr. Jia, you still need to be inspected before you can go!"

The goateed man raised an eyebrow, "Recently, there was a ship whose crew claimed they were going to Da Xu for business, but it turned out they were Jinyi Guard from your court, going there to carry out assassinations."

"What should I call you, leader?"

"I am Sixth Master Jin ZhaoFu from Liangshan!"

Jin ZhaoFu.

Originally, he was the Sect Master of a top southern sect, who had joined Liangshan to secure resources for breaking through to the Martial Saint level in the future. He was a noteworthy figure among the rebels, now proficient in the Xuanxiang Realm, considered as a Main General anywhere else.

"So it’s the Sixth Master!"

Qin Changxu saluted with his fist, "Then please come aboard, Sixth Master. We only have seven people on our ship, all old, weak, and sickly!"

"Alright!"

Jin ZhaoFu lightly tapped his foot and leaped onto their deck.

Another twenty or so brothers set up a ladder and kept coming aboard one after another to search the ship.

Looking around.

On this ship.

There was only Qin Changxu, a man in his prime.

The rest indeed appeared to be the old and feeble. Many of the workers on the ship were missing limbs or were white-haired old men. There was also an extremely ugly man with a sword at his waist.

"Sixth Master."

Qin Changxu took out a bag of gold and a few silver notes, "We understand the rules; please allow us some convenience."

"Hmm~"

Jin ZhaoFu took the money without showing any expression.

"Sixth Master, the search is done, they are indeed all weak and sick."

His subordinate came to report.

Jin ZhaoFu asked, "What about the cabin?"

"There are just two women in the cabin."

Qin Changxu said, "Shouldn’t we avoid searching there?"

"Oh?"

Jin ZhaoFu, pinching his beard, seemed intrigued, "Women? Can’t a woman be an assassin?"

He said this and, ignoring the protests, went inside.

Upon lifting the main cabin’s curtain, he saw a purple-robed woman amidst the swirling incense smoke, looking like an Immortal descended from heaven.

"See, Sixth Master? As I said, they are just womenfolk."

"An assassin, it must be an assassin!"

Jin ZhaoFu came to his senses, his eyes somewhat glazed over, "Someone bring these two lasses back for a good interrogation!"

"Yes!"

"This is not right, Sixth Master!"

Qin Changxu quickly objected, "These two are our boss’s women, if anything were to go wrong, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to explain ourselves."

"You’d better tell the truth."

Jin ZhaoFu casually said, "Just say that I, Sixth Master Jin, kept them behind, and I’ll send them back after a while."

"Sixth Master!"

Seeing that kind words were of no use, Qin Changxu forcefully said, "That’s against the rules, isn’t it?!"

"Rules?"

Jin ZhaoFu scoffed, "In these Eight Hundred Miles of Water Pools, I AM the rules!"

In the midst of their conversation.

Qin Changxu was the first to draw his sword.

"Seeking death!"

Jin ZhaoFu reacted faster than him and casually blocked the strike with his longsword.

Qin Changxu, merely at Mastery of Meridian Passage, could not stand his ground and was blown away, but was caught by a gentle force at his back.

Swords flashed brightly.

Jin ZhaoFu headed straight for his face, slashing down.

"Clang!"

In the blink of an eye.

The He Miao Long Sword firmly blocked the blow.

Jin ZhaoFu raised his head only to see it was the previously mentioned extremely ugly individual, "Well done, having the Profound Image Realm! You really are the court’s dogs! Brothers, take everyone on this ship down!"

"Clang—"

The sounds of unsheathing blades rang out constantly.

One of Liangshan’s leaders raised his sword to strike down an old white-haired man.

"Bang!"

In the next moment.

A horrendous force burst forth as he caught the sword barehanded, followed by a punch that knocked the attacker unconscious.

"Meridian Passage!"

The rest of the brothers were shocked.

This old man actually had Meridian Passage.

"This cripple is at Hua Jin!"

Around the ship, similar scenarios were unfolding.

There was even an armless old man using his sleeves to wield a long sword, slashing wildly around.