In the high heavens, white clouds of myriad forms drifted listlessly against a backdrop of azure sky. At the world's end, the firmament merged seamlessly with a deep, emerald sea. A fleet of three merchant vessels sliced through the water, cresting wave after endless wave. Atop the highest masts, identical triangular banners of dark green fluttered in the wind, each embroidered with a coiled black dragon at its center.
This black dragon on a green field was the insignia of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood—a sovereign power and mercantile guild from the Southern Isles. Their renown was as vast as their skill was formidable. Throughout the high seas, the mere sight of this flag was enough to make pirates of all stripes turn away in trepidation. It was not that these ships lacked treasure; on the contrary, their cargo was more precious than any other in these reaches. However, the mariners of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood were all masters of profound martial arts. Their vessels were equipped with sails of extraordinary size to catch the gale, allowing them to surge forth faster than any pursuer. Furthermore, the Brotherhood had cultivated its strength over generations, boasting many top-tier experts. Above all others within the sect sat one man: the White Jade Dragon.
"White Jade Dragon" was the title bestowed upon him by the people of the martial world, but his true name was Fan Baojian, the unrivaled sovereign of the Southern Isles. He had once repelled foreign invasions with his private forces, securing not only a resounding victory but also vast riches and a multitude of captives. Among them was a foreign beauty who eventually became his wife. The presence of a consort with pale, "glass-like" eyes had served to further elevate the legendary status of this dragon.
At the prow of the lead vessel, two men were currently engaged in a spirited exchange. The first was of a compact, well-proportioned build. His features were defined by large, round eyes and a prominent nose with a slight ridge at the bridge. A look of perpetual mirth—half-smile, half-laugh—lingered on his lips as he gazed toward the distant horizon, searching for their destination. Beside him, the second man lay stretched out at full length. He, too, possessed a compact frame, yet his eyes remained half-lidded, as if he were suspended in a state between slumber and wakefulness. His straight, elegant nose complemented the fine shape of his lips. Had he not looked so unkempt and indolent, he might have been considered a man of rare beauty.
"Have you ever beheld the sea before?" the first man asked. On this vessel, he was known as A-Ke.
Though the second man lay sprawled upon the deck, he was not asleep. Raising his left arm to shield his eyes from the glare, he replied with a lazy drawl, "I once spent my days in the Eastern Lands; I am intimately familiar with the waters of that realm."
The crew of the ship called this man A-Luo.
"Are the Eastern seas different from these Southern waters?" A-Ke inquired, his eyes tracing the deep green swells.
"To my mind, there is no difference. They are all a tedious, wearisome shade of green," A-Luo replied, still reclining, not even bothering to fully open his eyes.
"You speak truly…" A-Ke smiled. "I once even lived among the 'Dwarf Pirates' of the east…"
"You, too, have wandered far," A-Luo remarked flatly.
"In truth, my life is like damaged cargo…" A-Ke gave a soft laugh, pointing a finger at his own feet. "No one wishes to claim it. I am fated to simply drift wherever these two feet take me."
"Then we are quite different. I have made it my aim to use these two feet as little as humanly possible."
"I was raised in the rugged wilderness, born into the bitterest poverty. If I did not travel by foot, how else could I have seen the world?"
"You do not have the air of a man born to poverty."
"And how should such a man appear?"
"Men of poverty do not smile or laugh as freely as you do."
"If that is so, then a man of poverty ought to resemble someone like you—one who loves nothing more than to lie about in idleness."
"I certainly bear a closer resemblance to a pauper than you."
"The truth is, you look like a celestial being descended to the mortal dust…" A-Ke said, studying his companion's face. "Even though you are unwashed, it cannot mask the noble and handsome grace you were born with."
"Only you would mistake a lazy, filthy wretch like me for a celestial in disguise," A-Luo snorted.
"Precisely because I was born to poverty, I can discern who is a true celestial hiding amongst the common folk."
"Actually, I am not just a man of poverty; I am the most pitiable of them all."
"How so?"
"Think on it. To be a pauper alone is misfortune enough. But now, two such paupers have joined forces. Is that not the height of misery?"
"Ha ha! Your words are most logical. A pity that a beggar like myself has no wine to celebrate such an excellent observation."
"Those of our station are well-acquainted with disappointment. If there is wine, we drink. If there is none, we do not."
"Thus, men like us have few brothers-in-arms."
"Indeed. Keep your companions to a minimum. Men like us have no business having friends. Friendship requires silver and gold. Where would we find such things? Therefore, how could we have friends?"
"What value is a friend who must be purchased with gold? I would rather be a penniless man without a soul to my name than have a friend bought with coin."
"You will never know which is better, for you will never possess the coin to buy one anyway."
"So, I lack even the capacity to hope."
"If you still harbored hope, you would never have accepted work as a mere laborer on a merchant ship."
"Manual labor still puts coin in the palm. Why can you not grant me even a little hope?"
"And how much of that coin will be left when we disembark? Last night, did we not both gamble away our entire wages on the dice before the night had even begun?" A-Luo's brow furrowed with a rare touch of gravity.
"To this moment, I still do not understand. Why is it that the dice, which by all rights should have been 'High', always turned up 'Low'?" A-Ke shrugged.
"Because they were swindling us, plain and simple."
"You knew they were cheating us?"
"I only know they stole our money. I still haven't fathomed why those dice kept falling on 'Low' when they should have been 'High'."
"Then we are destined to remain as hopeless paupers forever," A-Ke sighed.
"If fortune smiles on you, perhaps you should marry into wealth. Only then will your fate change," A-Luo replied, closing his eyes once more in a display of utter indolence.
"If I were as handsome as you, perhaps I could marry a lady of means."
"You need not worry for me. I already have a lady I am fond of, though she is far too high for me to reach."
"You have a lady you are fond of!?"
"Am I not permitted even that?"
"Neither of you is permitted anything! Lazy scoundrels like you deserve to be cast into the depths of the sea rather than be allowed to set foot on land!"
A sharp, reprimanding voice cut through the air. The speaker was a young woman of exotic beauty. Her eyes were larger than those of the local maidens, her nose more aquiline, and her lips more full. Only her raven-black hair and her sharp tongue identified her as one of their own; otherwise, any observer would have taken her for a foreigner. She was the favored daughter of the White Jade Dragon, Fan Baojian. Her name was Fan Qingqing, the lady of highest authority aboard this vessel. She had discovered the two men, who had been ordered to scrub the decks, idling away the hour in meaningless chatter.
"A-Ke, A-Luo, since you refuse to work, get back to your quarters!"
A firm but kindly voice rose from a hunchbacked old man. He held an accounting ledger in his hand and stepped in to shield the two men from the Young Mistress's wrath.
"Uncle Sun, why must you always protect them? Sending them back to their quarters—is that not simply granting them the rest they desire?" Fan Qingqing glared at the man she most trusted with an expression of deep annoyance.
"Confining them to their cabin and forbidding them from eating today's meals should be punishment enough."
"Only forbidding them from eating?" Fan Qingqing seemed to favor a much harsher sentence.
The two men did not wait to hear the conclusion of the debate between the Young Mistress and the Head Accountant. They retreated together to the hold of the ship. Upon reaching their cramped quarters, they lay down on the floor in silence. A short while later, a rhythmic tapping sounded at the door.
A-Ke, the man of the perpetual half-smile, rose to answer. He found a tray of food neatly arranged outside the door, though the bearer was nowhere to be seen. He brought the tray inside and closed the door, returning to his spot on the floor. Though the meal was of the finest quality and even included a jar of wine, A-Ke showed no desire to touch it. A-Luo, likewise, remained indifferent from the start. Even with such a feast before them, they chose only to surrender to sleep. These two were truly nothing else—merely paupers in perpetuity.
Even without turning his head, A-Ke could tell from the steady rhythm of A-Luo's breathing that his ragged companion had already fallen asleep. His mind wandered back to the events of several nights prior, when he had returned to Wei City and encountered this grimy youth once more at the shrine. Though they had crossed paths once before, they were effectively strangers. Yet, when the unkempt young man invited him to seek work at the docks, he had followed without a moment's hesitation.
The harbor had been teeming with a chaotic throng of people. The two of them signed on as laborers to haul cargo onto the ships.
Once that task was complete, three large vessels announced the hiring of additional porters. Upon hearing that the voyage was bound for the Southern Seas, they applied to work together again, accepting wages for a trip to the Isle of the Pearl to offload another shipment. Little did they suspect that these merchant vessels belonged to the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood, nor could they have known that the Brotherhood's accountant was the Peerless Poison Beggar, Sun Daming. Had they known, no matter how hungry or thirsty they were, they would never have dared to eat a single bite of food prepared by the Poison Beggar.
If Sun Daming was indeed the Peerless Poison Beggar, then A-Ke himself was Jin Tian Wang, the Merry Meanderer. They had recognized each other from the very first glance, yet neither had any intention of exposing the other.
Though the Isle of the Pearl was but a small island not far from the mainland, it was a vital port of call. Most mariners used it to replenish their fresh water supplies. In truth, this island was a lawless haven, under the jurisdiction of no government or official bureau. Travelers from every direction came and went, utilizing it as a meeting place to exchange goods until it became renowned as a significant hub of commerce.
The Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's ships arrived at the Isle of the Pearl in the afternoon. A multitude of travelers were already awaiting their vessels to negotiate and trade wares. Once the deals were concluded, it became the duty of the porters to transfer the cargo. Since most exchanges were with foreign merchants speaking strange tongues, goods had to be hauled both on and off, making for backbreaking labor. The porters worked diligently until nightfall before the task was finished. All received their wages along with a sum of extra silver, and they dispersed to celebrate in the village upon the island.
Jin Tian Wang, under the guise of A-Ke, continued to roam with A-Luo through various spots in the village. The two took their earnings to wager at the "Torn Shirt" gambling den. Tonight, fortune favored them, and they won a considerable amount to share. Jin Tian Wang had no desire to gamble the entire night away, so he separated to stroll about, while A-Luo remained to continue his gambling.
Jin Tian Wang walked alone through the bustling streets of the Isle of the Pearl. As he passed the Four Harmony Inn, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a zither drifting from within. It instantly reminded him of a certain woman, prompting him to step inside.
The Four Harmony Inn was a premier establishment on the Isle of the Pearl. A ragged laborer like him clearly did not belong in a place like this. Before he could even step onto the staircase leading to the second floor, a number of people moved to block his path. However, his luck was not entirely rotten, for he spotted the Poison Beggar, Sun Daming, ascending the stairs as well.
"Senior Sun! I'm here!" Jin Tian Wang called out loudly.
Sun Daming turned to see Jin Tian Wang in his beggar-like guise and initially feigned ignorance, turning his face away. But after taking another half-step, he seemed to recall something and intervened to aid Jin Tian Wang. "The Young Miss requires someone to carry items. A-Ke, since you are here, follow me up."
Thus, those who intended to drive Jin Tian Wang away cleared a path for him.
Jin Tian Wang hurried after Sun Daming to the upper floor.
"What is your intent in coming to this place?" Sun Daming spoke in a flat tone, quiet enough for only the two of them to hear.
"I came to listen to the zither on the third floor."
"Ha ha, you count as having no small amount of fortune. We happen to be drinking there. Follow behind me and do not cause any disturbance."
Jin Tian Wang gave no verbal reply; the smile on his face was answer enough.
The third floor of the Four Harmony Inn was arranged as a spacious hall. Currently, there were only four tables set for guests. In front of these tables was a raised platform resembling a stage, where a middle-aged woman was currently playing the zither.
Jin Tian Wang saw that the musician was not the person he had hoped to find. Even so, the music was so exquisite that he found himself completely absorbed in it, the melody weaving through the hall and holding every listener spellbound.
The four tables at the front were divided into two sides, two tables each. On one side sat the people of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood, consisting of Fan Qingqing and the skilled ship captains who filled the two tables. On the other side sat a middle-aged man sporting a five-pointed beard, who appeared to be the leader of that group. Beside him sat a middle-aged woman in a bright red dress. Only these two sat together at one table, while the other table was occupied by a number of martial artists serving as their entourage.
Beside Fan Qingqing, an empty chair had been left, presumably for Sun Daming. The music continued to play. Jin Tian Wang followed Sun Daming to the table. The skilled experts of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood regarded him with open irritation. Fan Qingqing, in particular, nearly rose in fury to drive him out at once. However, as both parties were in the midst of negotiating important matters, even she was forced to restrain her temper and wait to see how events would unfold.
Jin Tian Wang feigned ignorance of the tension. Though there was no seat for him on this side, he remained standing, gazing at the middle-aged woman playing the zither with such extraordinary skill. In his heart, he mused that this musician reminded him somewhat of the Frostflower Maiden (冰心花), Han Yue Xin (韩月心). He did not know why, for their appearances were not in the least bit alike. Perhaps it was the aura radiating from this woman. Though her youth had passed, she remained remarkably beautiful for her age.
"That little brother there, if you cannot see clearly from where you stand, you are invited to join us for food and drink over here." A female voice called out from across the aisle. It was the middle-aged woman in the bright red dress speaking to Jin Tian Wang.
Hearing the invitation, Jin Tian Wang shuffled toward her with an air of foolish simplicity.
Fan Qingqing saw this and her brows knitted tightly together. She shouted, "You ignorant fool, why have you not scrambled away yet?" As she spoke, she struck out with her palm, sending a surge of palm-force howling toward the back of the insolent coolie.
Before the forceful gale could touch Jin Tian Wang, the zither player suddenly flicked her sleeve upward, creating a counter-current of wind to intercept Fan Qingqing's palm force. Yet, the zither music did not break its rhythm and continued to enchant without pause.
Fan Qingqing immediately rose and shouted, "This man is a member of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood; this is not a matter for you to interfere in."
The zither player ceased her playing and locked eyes with Fan Qingqing. Before she could utter a word, a streak of red light sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, shooting straight toward Fan Qingqing.
The skilled captains surrounding the Young Miss of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood drew their weapons. The closest one swung his blade at the red light. When the blade edge made contact, it met with a violent rebounding force, causing the blade to fly from his hand and spin through the air. It was Sun Daming who snatched the blade, preventing harm to anyone.
"Old hag, if you're looking for a fight, face me instead." The middle-aged woman in the bright red dress was the one who had struck first. In her hand, a bright red whip was poised in readiness.
"Blood Spider, Tian Yi Hui, do not think that I fear you," Fan Qingqing declared, and immediately leaped forward.
Jin Tian Wang, standing in the center of the skirmish, recalled the name of the Blood Spider, Tian Yi Hui... and a legend of the martial world came to mind.
The Defying Heaven Sect was founded by a supreme master of the unorthodox path—the Demonic Doctor, Di Jiao. He had eight foremost disciples, known throughout the martial world as the Eight Demon Beasts .
They were the Silver Serpent, Verdant Dragonfly, Tiger Frog, Yellow Centipede, Blood Spider, Violet Scorpion, Azure Squirrel, and Shadow Bat—each a master of martial arts and poison alike.
After Di Jiao's death, however, the sect was handed to his son-in-law, the Stone Fiend, Shi Wu Sha. The decision split the sect apart. The Tiger Frog, Ung Sa Khong, and his wife, the Blood Spider, Tian Yi Hui, broke away in resentment.
Later, when Han Zhao Ming of Heaven-Equaling Peak and the Blood Hawk, Zhang Zhu Fan, led the orthodox factions in an assault, only six Demon Beasts remained. The Stone Fiend, the Yellow Centipede, and the Violet Scorpion perished in battle. The survivors swore to the Blood Hawk that they would withdraw to the Mystic Valley for the rest of their lives.
If this middle-aged woman in the red dress was the Blood Spider, Tian Yi Hui, then the middle-aged man with the five-pointed beard must naturally be the Tiger Frog, Ung Sa Khong.
Ung Sa Khong abruptly stood up and spoke as well. "Facing the three of us, even your father, Fan Baojian, would not dare to be so disrespectful. Little girl, you are far too bold."
The Tiger Frog, Ung Sa Khong, was the third disciple of the Demonic Doctor Di Jiao, but he was rumored to possess the most superb skills among the Eight Demon Beasts. Furthermore, he was known for his ruthless and cruel nature. Whenever he engaged in battle, tiger-like stripes would appear on the skin of his face. Now, he circulated his internal energy for two cycles, and stripes manifested upon his face. Within the Four Harmony Inn, a heatwave suddenly spread, accompanied by a strange, pungent odor.
"Ung Sa Khong, surely you do not intend to destroy the relationship between our Sect Leader and Senior Ouyang?" Sun Daming spoke in a flat tone. His hunched back seemed at odds with his polite demeanor. He waved his sleeve, generating a stream of cold wind that dispersed the surrounding heat.
"Old Poison Beggar, if you wish to join the fun, then make your move. I have never placed your three-legged cat skills in my eyes."
"Today we honored you because we are on the Isle of the Pearl, an area under your influence. But how can the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood allow itself to be insulted?"
"Tonight, it is you who lacked manners. My Junior Sister, surnamed Yang, was playing the finest zither music in the land for you, yet you ruined the listening atmosphere."
The zither-playing woman surnamed Yang was the Junior Sister of Ung Sa Khong; she could be none other than the Azure Squirrel, Yang Qian Lian.
Jin Tian Wang's heart stirred with unease. Why were those who should have remained confined within the Mystic Valley appearing here upon the distant Isle of the Pearl? Had the unorthodox sects returned once more to the world? Had they broken the solemn oaths they once swore? Was some vast calamity about to descend upon the martial realm?
Fan Qingqing was the one who had struck first. Though she had not attacked the opposing party, it was indeed she who had shattered the atmosphere. Although she felt a twinge of guilt and self-reproach for her impulsiveness, her lips remained stubborn. "I intended to punish a member of my own sect; it is you who are meddling in our internal affairs."
"That your Emerald Dragon Brotherhood is now willing to accept destitute beggars into its ranks is laughable indeed."
"Let us cease this hostility here," Sun Daming said firmly, speaking on behalf of Fan Qingqing, the young girl with a fiery temper.
"Old Sun, you may speak for the Young Miss of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood, but I am merely a low-ranking pawn. This matter must wait for the Fifth Young Master to speak before it can be concluded."
Fan Qingqing knew well that tonight she had an appointment to dine with Ouyang Lao Bai. However, though she had dined until late into the night, she had yet to meet him. She believed the other party had intended to disrespect her from the start.
Ouyang Lao Bai, or the Fifth Young Master, was a supreme expert in the art of the spear. He possessed an eccentric habit of disliking speech. He would speak only in single words. If he was compelled to speak more than one word to anyone, he would take that person's life. Thus, he bore the title "One Word Ends Life."
"We are leaving!" Fan Qingqing shouted in frustration.
The sound of the zither rose, accompanied by a violent stream of wind attacking Fan Qingqing.
Sun Daming could no longer sit still. He kicked off into the fray, but before he could reach Fan Qingqing to assist, a web of red light from the Blood Spider Tian Yi Hui's hands spread out to ensnare him.
The skilled ship captains leaped forward to confront the martial artists accompanying Ung Sa Khong, resulting in a chaotic brawl.
Fan Qingqing was already hard-pressed dealing with the Azure Squirrel, Yang Qian Lian. Ung Sa Khong, seeing that Tian Yi Hui was keeping Sun Daming occupied, seized the opportunity to subdue the daughter of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's leader.
Ung Sa Khong circulated his internal energy, radiating heat from his body. He executed his renowned Poison Mist Palm, generating a pungent smoke that expanded to cover the area.
"The Poison Mist Palm! Young Miss, flee immediately!" Sun Daming shouted a warning to Fan Qingqing.
How could Fan Qingqing possibly escape? Razor-sharp gusts unleashed from the zither strings tore through the air, while the web of red light spread wider and wider, leaving her almost no room to maneuver. She could only raise her sword to parry and defend. A chill crept into her heart as she realized she was steadily losing ground.
Sun Daming, though unafraid of Tian Yi Hui's whip, could not afford to underestimate the combined assault of the three Demon Beasts. The finger techniques of the Azure Squirrel, Yang Qian Lian, were even subtler and more treacherous than the skills of Ung Sa Khong and Tian Yi Hui. Should the battle drag on, the poison mist would only grow denser, placing his side at an ever greater disadvantage. His heart tightened as the thickening haze finally swallowed Fan Qingqing from sight.
Ung Sa Khong would not let this opportunity slip away. He moved freely through his own curtain of poison mist and launched a silent palm strike at Fan Qingqing. In the blink of an eye, his palm struck solid flesh. Yet an overwhelming force rebounded into him, numbing his entire arm. He had not expected a supreme expert to be hiding here. Forced to reassess the situation, he shouted, "Retreat!"—for his Poison Mist Palm had already struck its mark.
When the poison mist finally dispersed, Jin Tian Wang stood revealed, shielding Fan Qingqing within his arms. A faint smile touched his lips. The next instant, his body went limp and he crumpled to the floor.
Upon his back lay a jet-black palm imprint—clear, dreadful, undeniable.
Fan Qingqing, who had fallen down alongside Jin Tianwang, was now hastily pulled away from Jin Tianwang by a hand. The person immediately bent down to examine Jin Tianwang's condition.
"A Ke, can you hear my voice?"
"A Luo, you have come as well," Jin Tianwang opened his eyes and smiled at him before continuing, "I am perfectly fine."
A Luo knew very well that a palm strike leaving such a scorched black mark must be laden with a massive amount of poison. He suddenly glared fiercely at Sun Daming and said in a harsh tone, "Hurry up and examine his condition!"
Sun Daming immediately rushed over to check on Jin Tianwang, who was addressed as A Ke. Jin Tianwang forced himself to stand up without much difficulty, but even so, Sun Daming grabbed his wrist to check his pulse and condition.
Sun Daming suddenly exclaimed in shock, "The Seven-Star Meridian!"
Fan Qingqing felt deeply concerned and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Sun, is there a way to cure him?"
Upon hearing about the Seven-Star Meridian, A Luo's expression turned to panic before breaking into a relieved smile.
"Little boy, you possess the Seven-Star Meridian!" Sun Daming met Jin Tianwang's eyes, inadvertently shouting out loud.
Jin Tianwang felt the pain from the force of Huang Sakong's palm strike, but he was not poisoned. People with the Seven-Star Meridian do not fear any poisons, because the blood flowing within the body of someone with the Seven-Star Meridian is already the deadliest poison of all.
A person with the Seven-Star Meridian is someone whose blood is poisonous, causing their body to endure constant pain. As infants, they would cry endlessly, sometimes even dying from the sheer agony. Generally, those with the Seven-Star Meridian die at a young age. If any such child manages to grow into an adult, it becomes an advantage, rendering them fearless of any poison. Furthermore, their bones and tendons become exceptionally tough and strong, making them perfectly suited for practicing martial arts.
Sun Daming opened the shirt to inspect the palm wound and found that the poison could not penetrate Jin Tianwang's skin. He examined it for a long time with a shocked expression before muttering, "To think I would actually have the chance to meet someone with a Seven-Star Meridian like this."
"I was not born with this Seven-Star Meridian; rather, I continuously trained and altered my body until I developed it."
"Is such a thing even possible?"
Jin Tianwang nodded once, offering a confirming smile that somehow made Sun Daming feel inclined to believe him. This might be Jin Tianwang's unique charm—no matter how one looked at him, he seemed like a person who had absolutely nothing to hide.
"All of us, hurry back to the ship. As soon as the first light of the new day breaks over the horizon, we will immediately set sail back to the Green Dragon Isle," Sun Daming ordered the ship's captains.
Everyone then left the Four Harmonies Inn and returned to the cargo ships to prepare for the morning departure. Jin Tianwang and A Luo were originally supposed to separate and leave like the other porters. However, Sun Daming needed Jin Tianwang's help concerning the possibility that the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's fleet might be attacked by Ouyang Laobai. Having an elite martial artist like Jin Tianwang on their side would surely be of some benefit.
The fleet of the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood hoisted their sails and set out to sea during the pre-dawn hours. The broad sails caught the wind, propelling the ships rapidly across the water's surface. The route from the Isle of the Pearl to the Green Dragon Secret Isle was not far. If the sea breeze held, they would arrive within half a day.
But the sea is never predictable. The strong winds lasted only through the early morning before dying away completely. Deprived of wind, each ship had to rely on the strength of thirty-six oarsmen, rowing in rhythm to the beat of a drum. The sea lay unnaturally still, and the fleet advanced at a sluggish pace. The navigator searched constantly for favorable currents, yet for more than two hours the waters remained eerily calm. Only when a sudden gust roared back to life did the sails swell once more and the ships surge forward.
At that very moment, black specks appeared along the distant horizon.
An uproar swept across the decks.
Jin Tianwang, who seemed to have been waiting for this all along, suddenly got up from his lying position and went out to observe the entire situation on the ship's upper deck.
"There's a fleet chasing after us!" The navigator's voice shouted, warning the people on board. The helmsman, who held the crucial responsibility of controlling the ship, had to pause to look in the direction the navigator indicated. Jin Tianwang also walked over to take a look. Although they could only make out scattered black dots on the sea's surface, his past experiences easily allowed him to recognize that this was a fleet of ships.
Jin Tianwang suddenly smiled at the middle-aged man beside him and said, "It seems One Word Ends Life, Ouyang Laobai, has come looking for us."
Sun Daming, who happened to walk over and hear Jin Tianwang's words to the helmsman, asked, "With this distance between us, how much time do we have left?"
The helmsman, an experienced seaman, quickly replied, "At most, six hours; at best, probably another two hours. The enemy's ships are only carrying people, so they must be light. Coupled with the sea breeze pushing from that direction, if we want to escape, we would have to turn back. Steward Sun, what are your thoughts?"
Sun Daming listened and pondered for a moment before saying, "With your skills, can you navigate our ships to the vicinity of the Dragon Isle before they catch up to us?"
"Reporting to Steward Sun, I fear the enemy ships are lightweight and have the advantage in speed. This humble one does not have much confidence in shaking them off; we would have to rely heavily on luck."
"Wait for them to get a little closer. I would like to volunteer to go and have a word with them," Jin Tianwang said with a smile.
"What do you intend to say to them?"
"I will politely request Ouyang Laobai to leave in peace."
"Do you really think Ouyang Laobai will listen to your words?" a young woman's voice rang out, accompanied by the appearance of Fan Qingqing.
"When the time comes, this old man must accompany you on this trip as well," Sun Daming said, exceeding Fan Qingqing's expectations once again.
"Uncle Sun, how can you go and face Ouyang Laobai's pirate fleet all by yourselves?" Fan Qingqing said with a sullen expression.
"Senior, there is no need to follow me. Just lend me a small boat, and I believe everything will go smoothly," Jin Tianwang said as if it were the most ordinary matter in the world.
"Absolutely not. If you are going, you cannot leave me behind," the firm voice of the young man known as A Luo rang out as he stretched lazily.
"A Luo, why are you coming along?" Jin Tianwang asked his friend.
"I want to know what caliber of person Ouyang Laobai is, to be bold enough to intimidate a fleet carrying Xiao Ke (Little Ke)," A Luo said, making a statement that contradicted reality.
Fan Qingqing, who had been listening to their conversation up to this point, felt incredibly irritated. She spoke up in a fit of pique, "You should realize your own standing! How dare you speak with such arrogance and audacity?"
One Word Ends Life, Ouyang Laobai, aside from being a young man with terrifyingly formidable martial arts, had actually inherited his power and prestige from The Carefree Laughing Elder, Ouyang Laoxian. The latter was a legendary pirate whose name had echoed across the seas for decades, having built an immensely powerful and majestic fleet. He had even once raided a military encampment's supply depot, becoming an infamous tale across the entire ocean. Ouyang Laobai was the highly valued grandson of Ouyang Laoxian and was widely believed to be the rightful successor to this great pirate lord.
A Luo suddenly burst into laughter before pointing his finger back and forth between himself and Jin Tianwang, saying, "Does the young miss still not know? He is called Xiao Ke, and I am called Xiao Luo. We are both just incredibly poor, destitute individuals."
Fan Qingqing abruptly turned her face away, refusing to listen to A Luo's words any longer. Jin Tianwang laughed momentarily at A Luo's words and Fan Qingqing's reaction before turning his head back to tell the helmsman, "The wind has stopped again."
The wind currents had ceased once more. The fleet had to revert to relying on the strength of the oarsmen. The distance between the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's fleet and the Ouyang clan's fleet was shrinking by the minute. Suddenly, a small boat shot out from the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's fleet, heading directly toward the Ouyang clan's fleet. The sailors of the Ouyang fleet noticed that the small boat was carrying only three people, and they immediately began shouting the news across their ships.
The small boat soared over the water's surface at a flying speed. Sun Daming manned the rudder at the stern. The Poison Beggar's internal energy was poured into steering the rudder; every sway carried immense propulsive force. Consequently, the small boat surged forward with incredible swiftness. As they drew closer to the Ouyang fleet, Sun Daming infused his voice with internal energy and projected it out resonantly, "Seeking an audience with the Fifth Young Master!" The voice, backed by profound inner qi, echoed thunderously across the Ouyang clan's fleet, terrifying the faint-hearted into absolute silence.
"Old Sun, if you wish to converse with the Fifth Young Master, please come this way!" An equally resonant voice abruptly rang out from another large ship. It was the voice of the Tiger Frog, Huang Sakong.
Once Sun Daming identified the source of the voice, he steered the small boat forward again and warned the other two on board, "Hold tight—we're about to fly!" The moment he finished speaking, he stomped heavily against the hull. The bow shot upward at a sharp angle. Channeling his internal energy, he blasted the water behind them with a thunderous roar. The small boat leapt from the sea, soaring high through the air before crashing down onto the deck of the responding ship.
The display was a deliberate show of force. Sun Daming had no intention of hiding his strength. Such mastery of internal energy was rare even among seasoned experts. Hundreds of eyes fixed upon him—some filled with fear, some with awe, some with admiration, and others with open contempt.
On that ship, there was an area set up as a reception room. A reception room on a ship could not be built very large; it was merely a square-shaped cabin. Inside, a low table, knee-high, was set up. Several tea sets were arranged on the table, and hot steam wafting from the spout of the teapot spread a fragrant aroma throughout the room. At this moment, there were three individuals inside: one young man, one elder, and one woman.
"Old man surnamed Sun, to willingly expend so much internal energy just to frighten people—that is simply far too foolish and dim-witted." This voice, laced with thick contempt and disdain, came loudly from the elder who was raising a teacup to his lips while sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Mm," was the only word of acknowledgment from the young man sprawling on the floor on the other side.
Meanwhile, the woman knelt and reached over to pour tea for herself, quietly watching the events unfold.
"Old man Sun, if you have something to say, spit it out. As long as you speak loudly enough, the Fifth Young Master will hear every word," Huang Sakong said as he walked out to greet them.
"I am merely the ferryman here. The ones who wish to speak with your Fifth Young Master are these two young gentlemen," Sun Daming retorted, pointing his hand toward Jin Tianwang and A Luo.
"Old man Sun, you are being too humorous. What qualifications do these two little brats have to speak?" Huang Sakong said as he stepped closer with an irritated demeanor. Jin Tianwang suddenly stepped forward toward Huang Sakong, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "I have come to politely request that Mr. Ouyang let us leave in peace."
"You little turtle! Since when does a place like this allow you to speak?!" As soon as Huang Sakong finished his sentence, he unleashed a palm strike. A cloud of grey mist trailed the shadow of his palm as it flew toward Jin Tianwang.
Jin Tianwang, possessing the Seven-Star Meridian, naturally did not fear any poison. He instantly reached out, grabbed Huang Sakong's striking palm, and twisted it in a circular motion. The twisting force forced Huang Sakong to drop to his knees in agony. Both the physical strength and the timing of the counterattack were far beyond Huang Sakong's expectations.
How could the renowned Huang Sakong be defeated so easily? He suddenly forced his body to whip around, hastily circulating his internal energy. Stripes appeared on his face as he launched a backward elbow strike at Jin Tianwang in an incredibly bizarre and unpredictable maneuver.
Jin Tianwang was not panicked by Huang Sakong's counterattack. He also leaned forward, using his other arm to hook the incoming elbow. Borrowing his opponent's momentum, he leveraged the force to swing Huang Sakong's plump body into the air. Once Huang Sakong's two feet left the ground, he lost all control over himself. The throwing force slammed Huang Sakong's body down against the ship's deck with a deafening crash. Huang Sakong's body instantly lay completely still, unable to move anymore. Many people could see foamy saliva bubbling from the corners of his mouth. The famous Tiger Frog, Huang Sakong, had now fallen unconscious.
The young man in the tea gathering, who had been sprawling on the floor, immediately stood up and stared outside when he heard the crashing sound against the deck and felt the accompanying tremor. Seeing Huang Sakong lying defeated, he instantly dashed out. The elder in the tea gathering, who also witnessed the scene, couldn't help but show a surprised expression, raising his eyebrows high. He held his teacup frozen mid-air before asking, "Who exactly is this little boy?"
The woman in the tea gathering did not answer the question born of astonishment. She continued to watch the events unfold with a tranquil demeanor, but her beautiful eyes concealed a vicious, vengeful intent.
The young man appeared with a gust of wind. With a handsome, sharp-featured face and a fierce gaze, he faced Jin Tianwang from a distance.
Jin Tianwang met his eyes with a smile. Inspecting the young man who had arrived with the wind, he found him to be quite a handsome and striking fellow. His fierce eyes slanted upwards at the corners, the ends of his eyebrows fanned out like flames, his nose was long, and his lips were red. His long hair was tied at the back. He wore loose, wide clothing, and his wrists were adorned with several large bangles. A short spear was tucked into his waistband. Guessing that he had finally met Ouyang Laobai, Jin Tianwang quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Brother Ouyang, forgive my lack of manners."
Ouyang Laobai did not bother exchanging pleasantries with Jin Tianwang. His very first word was an explosive, "Kill!" The word was imbued with internal energy, creating a shockwave of wind that struck towards Jin Tianwang in a profoundly strange manner.
Struck by this bizarre technique, Jin Tianwang showed a hint of surprise as his body staggered backward. He quickly processed the thought that merely uttering a word could harm people—this was truly an extraordinary and unorthodox supreme martial art. He immediately tried to comprehend the secrets behind this bizarre technique.
Seeing that Jin Tianwang had not fallen from his sonic strike, a strong desire to win flared up in Ouyang Laobai's heart. He abruptly circulated his internal energy again and roared another word, "Die!" Another shockwave of wind blasted toward Jin Tianwang.
Jin Tianwang suddenly swept his sleeve outward, creating a resisting force against the incoming wind shockwave. The two forces completely cancelled each other out. He then concentrated his own internal energy and shouted out a single word, "Laugh!" This created a shockwave of wind that crashed right back into Ouyang Laobai.
Ouyang Laobai could never have imagined that his supreme technique would be so easily replicated by his opponent. Allowing the wind shockwave to strike his body, his frame trembled. His humiliation turned into rage, and he swiftly threw a punch.
Jin Tianwang shifted his body slightly to evade, just enough to make the punch miss its mark. He then flicked a short elbow strike toward Ouyang Laobai's chin. The impact of the elbow knocked Ouyang Laobai's face completely backward.
Ouyang Laobai could hardly believe what was happening right now. Even with his head thrown back, he abruptly raised his left foot and kicked at Jin Tianwang.
Jin Tianwang pivoted half a turn, causing the left kick to miss as well. He then used his left hand to grab the ankle of that full-force kick and yanked it violently backward. Ouyang Laobai's body, which was leaning backward, was suddenly jerked forward again. Right at that moment, Jin Tianwang had his right elbow raised and ready. The elbow struck Ouyang Laobai squarely in the chest, sending his body flying far away.
All the members of the Ouyang clan showed expressions of pure shock. When had such a thing ever happened before? One Word Ends Life, Ouyang Laobai—how could he be rendered so utterly ineffective? Ouyang Laobai, the Fifth Young Master, was an arrogant young martial arts master, an invincible figure who rampaged without anyone being able to resist him. How could he end up in such a state today? Never mind the shock of the Ouyang clan members; the person most astounded by this could be none other than Ouyang Laobai himself.
Although Ouyang Laobai felt a sharp pain in his chest, he endured the agony and stood up. He grabbed the short spear from his waist in his right hand before charging at Jin Tianwang with the speed of a ghostly shadow. Ouyang Laobai's movements were remarkably bizarre and astonishingly fast. It seemed as if shadows separated from his body—one in front, one behind, one left, one right—accompanied by a barrage of spear afterimages thrusting forward.
Jin Tianwang, who had maintained some distance, suddenly shifted his body, tilting his right shoulder toward Ouyang Laobai, and launched a single punch directly into the myriad of spear afterimages. The unbelievable happened once again: the punch struck precisely on the tip of Ouyang Laobai's chin. This perfectly embodied the martial principle of "Striking last but arriving first." Ouyang Laobai suddenly collapsed once more.
"What is going on? Laobai is fast—yet this person is faster. Laobai is unpredictable—yet this person reads him like an open book. Who exactly is he? Could he be Laobai's destined rival?" The elder in the reception room had now walked over to stand by the window to watch the unfolding events, his curiosity about this opponent of Ouyang Laobai growing immensely.
"This person's name is Jin Tianwang. The martial arts world usually calls him the Merry Meanderer," the woman who had been silent all along finally spoke up. She spoke about Jin Tianwang accurately and precisely, as if they were intimately acquainted.
"This person is the Merry Meanderer? That little brat surnamed Jin who doesn't know his proper place?"
"That is correct. He is that Jin Tianwang who does not know his proper place."
"Yuexin, I actually think this little boy doesn't seem half bad. Although he might be slightly inferior to Yu Ning, it's probably not by much."
"Master..."
Was the woman addressed as "Yuexin" actually The Frostflower Maiden, Han Yuexin? If she was, then the person who was Han Yuexin's master could only be one individual. That person would be The Six Decrees, Pei Chengyue—one of the three absolute top martial artists of this era.
Ouyang Laobai, unwilling to accept defeat, continued to stand up and fight despite being knocked down multiple times. He had never been in such a miserable state. Blood seeping from the corners of his mouth dripped down, staining his clothes with several bloody spots. His unyielding eyes were still locked onto Jin Tianwang's figure with extreme fury. His hand was now empty; the short spear had slipped from his grasp the second time his body was thrown away. By now, he had been flipped, thrown, and knocked down so many times that even he couldn't remember the count. Ouyang Laobai let out a loud roar before charging at Jin Tianwang once again.
Jin Tianwang suddenly grabbed his opponent's collar, preparing to throw him outward. However, Ouyang Laobai, having been thrown time and time again, abruptly grabbed Jin Tianwang's hand, twisted it, and used the rotational force to throw a reverse elbow toward his opponent's face. Yet, it was Jin Tianwang's left hand that was already waiting to block it. At the same time, his left foot swept out, hooking Ouyang Laobai's ankle, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing down hard on his rear once more.
The back of Ouyang Laobai's head struck the deck. He lay there, staring at the orange-tinted sea. The Ouyang clan was invincible. He was invincible.
So why was he the one lying on the ground?
Who was this man?
Jin Tianwang knew Ouyang Laobai would not rise again today. Their martial arts were similar—but Jin stood one step ahead.
When Ouyang was fast, Jin was faster.
When Ouyang turned strange, Jin was simpler—and therefore deadlier.
The difference was only a single step.
But that single step decided everything.
"My name is Jin Tianwang. The martial arts world usually calls me the Merry Meanderer."
"I, Ouyang Laobai, will remember this."
"In the days to come, you will become even stronger."
"I hope we will meet again when that day comes."
"We will naturally have the opportunity to meet again in the future."
"Today, you can go. Go. Just go!" On the final sentence, Ouyang Laobai shouted at the absolute top of his lungs.
Watching the battle, Sun Daming finally understood something. His era had passed. If he had stood in Ouyang Laobai's place, he would not have lasted this long. The world now belonged to the young.
And what of A Luo?
He was close in age to Ouyang Laobai, yet still younger than Jin Tianwang. After witnessing this battle, he already knew the answer within his heart.
He stepped forward and said, "Friend Ouyang, remember me as well. One day, I too will climb that same mountain peak."
Ouyang Laobai met the young man's gaze. Something unfamiliar flickered in his eyes.
He did not ask what mountain peak A Luo meant.
He already knew.
Jin Tianwang, A Luo, and Sun Daming all boarded the small boat to return to the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood's fleet. When they had left the fleet earlier, A Ke and A Luo were seen as nothing more than foolish individuals in the eyes of the people within the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood. Now, they had returned safely, bringing back a great victory as well. Both of them were welcomed and treated exceptionally well. The fleet caught the night wind, and by the morning of the new day, they finally laid eyes on the Green Dragon Secret Isle.
The sound of waves lapping gently at the shore filled the air. The ships, though large, bobbed lightly on the surface, as the relentless surge brushed against them. The coastal wind blew softly, whispering secrets, as though carried by the heavens themselves. Jin Tianwang stepped into the shallows, his feet sinking into the cool, salty water as he walked toward the shore. The Green Dragon Secret Isle was a fertile land, bustling with youth. Lines of young women had formed on the island to welcome their lovers returning with the fleets.
Sun Daming hurried back to Jin Tianwang, eager to inform him and A Luo, celebrating their role in saving the fleet from the Ouyang pirate clan. Jin Tianwang felt his contribution to the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood was trifling, yet he could not refuse the gesture. Eventually, he followed the procession to a spacious square in the center of the village where the banquet had been prepared.
The square was vast, estimated to hold no fewer than a thousand people. Most of the area was arranged with tables and chairs ready for the feast. Young men and women were dressed in beautiful attire for the occasion. Jin Tianwang and A Luo were accorded special honor, with seats specifically reserved for them. Nearby, various grilled foods were cooking, sending forth a tantalizing aroma. The feast was perfectly prepared; all that remained was to await the presiding figure of the ceremony.
At last, the White Jade Dragon, Fan Baojian, arrived. This White Jade Dragon possessed a tall, imposing stature. Though perhaps fifty or sixty years of age, his back remained unbent, his stomach flat, his shoulders broad, and his hands and feet large. His beard extended to his chest, and his unbound hair flowed in the wind. When he spoke or laughed, his voice resonated with power and authority. He wore white garments that were exquisitely tailored.
Fan Baojian greeted the many attendees with a cheerful and familiar demeanor before walking straight to Jin Tianwang and A Luo, who were seated and waiting.
"These two little brothers are the heroes who extended a hand to save our fleet from the Ouyang pirates. On behalf of the people of Green Dragon Isle, I thank you," Fan Baojian declared with a powerful voice.
Jin Tianwang and A Luo merely smiled in response.
"Bring wine! I shall drink with these two heroes." At Fan Baojian's command, a young woman immediately brought wine. The old dragon grasped the wine jars with both hands, his expression a mixture of warmth and pride as he offered them to the young men. He then turned, grabbed another jar, and lifted it to drink immediately.
A Luo lifted his and drank boldly.
However, Jin Tianwang only offered a smile in return, leaving the jar in his hand untouched.
Fan Baojian's smile wavered, his eyes narrowing as Jin Tianwang's smile remained unwavering, but his glass untouched. The air thickened with unspoken tension, as the old dragon's gaze flicked from Jin Tianwang to the jar in his hand, then back again.
A Luo suddenly laughed loudly. "Why wouldn't he enjoy wine? The more one drinks, the more friends one has." A Luo then took another large gulp from the jar.
"'The more one drinks, the more friends one has'—excellent!" Fan Baojian finished speaking and took another large draught of wine.
Jin Tianwang smiled, his teeth flashing white, but his eyes held a quiet defiance as he refused to lift the wine jar.
By now, not only was Fan Baojian feeling irritated, but even A Luo felt that A Ke was betraying their friendship.
"If he refuses to drink, let me drink in his stead." A woman's voice rang out, slicing through the murmurs of the crowd. Fan Qingqing appeared, her silhouette framed by moonlight, her white dress shimmering like a vision from another world. With each step she took, her presence seemed to glow, a quiet force drawing all eyes. Jin Tianwang, momentarily stunned by her beauty, found his smile falter as his gaze quickly shifted away.
Seeing Jin Tianwang's reaction, Fan Qingqing felt pleased. Her face was full of smiles, her beauty shining clearly.
Fan Baojian, seeing his daughter—who usually carried herself like a man—now looking so beautiful, was overjoyed. He laughed with a resonant voice, "How has this daughter of mine transformed into such a celestial maiden?"
Hearing her father's praise, Fan Qingqing felt shy, blushing to her ears, and twisted her body towards her father in a bashful manner.
Fan Baojian was an open-minded island lord regarding the romance of young people. He suddenly grabbed Jin Tianwang's wrist and said, "I fear I must entrust this daughter of mine to you, little brother."
When his wrist was seized, Jin Tianwang met Fan Baojian's eyes. Upon hearing the island lord's words, he started. "How could I be worthy?"
"Little brother surnamed Jin, this daughter of mine has spent her days learning boxing and swordplay since she was small. Now, after meeting you for only a short time, she is willing to paint her face and lips. I am an open person who admires those with martial skills. Little brother Jin is a young expert with no equal. If you are not worthy, who is?"
Jin Tianwang did not answer. The people around them suddenly fell silent. Everyone seemed to be waiting for his response. Yet, no words came from Jin Tianwang's lips. There was only wine passing down his throat. He lifted a jar of wine and drank it. In a single breath, the jar was drained. Once the wine was finished, Jin Tianwang collapsed onto the spot, still as the dead.
Fan Baojian ordered his men to carry the unconscious Jin Tianwang to the guest quarters to rest. The feast continued without him. With Jin Tianwang absent, Fan Qingqing had no desire to remain, and she left the feast as well.
That night, Jin Tianwang regained consciousness to find himself in an unfamiliar place. In front of him was a large window. Even in the darkness, he knew this window faced the vast ocean; the sound of the wind and waves told him so.
Even in the dark, Jin Tianwang felt as if he could see the curling waves clearly. Wave after wave hit the beach, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Jin Tianwang suddenly thought of a certain person—wondering what it would be like if they could watch these waves together right now. His eyes gazed at the waves, but his mind had traveled to a distant land long ago. Suddenly, the sound of the waves hitting the shore changed. Something was obstructing the path of the wind. Jin Tianwang sensed the presence of an unexpected person.
This person seemed to glow in the dark. His white clothes appeared to illuminate the night. Besides wearing white, his hair and beard were also a sparkling white. His eyes, deep beyond measure, locked gazes with Jin Tianwang from a distance of nearly ten wa. Despite the distance, Jin Tianwang felt as if the man were close. His mind was being pierced by those eyes.
Jin Tianwang suddenly smiled at him.
The old man smiled back.
Jin Tianwang leaped out to converse with the old man.
Before Jin Tianwang could speak, the old man raised his right hand, holding a large fish. White teeth appeared in the old man's smile before he asked, "Can my young nephew build a fire?"
Jin Tianwang wasted no time. With practiced hands, he swiftly gathered dry wood and arranged it into a pile. Within moments, flames flickered to life, casting a warm glow against the darkness. The grilled fish was handled expertly by the two of them. They ate without saying much. Inside, Jin Tianwang felt deeply fulfilled.
After the entire fish was consumed, the old man suddenly stood up. "The ocean is vast, yet we humans are foolish. Eating and drinking enough to fill the stomach—why do we desire endlessly?"
Jin Tianwang listened to the elder's words and pondered his own past. The life he used to live in the forest—though lonely, his heart had been peaceful. Lately, he had been entangled in the affairs of the martial world; though not lonely, his heart was in great pain. Thinking of this, he intended to ask the elder something, but the old man had vanished like a spirit in the night.
Jin Tianwang knew this elder was a supreme expert whom few could match. Judging by his lightness skill and the aura radiating from his body, Jin Tianwang guessed the elder must be one of the Three Martial Deities.
The Three Martial Deities were figures of long-standing renown. Han Xiaozhi, known as The Sage of the Eight Corners, was one of them. The other two were The Six Decrees, Pei Chengyue, and Like the Demon Lord, Gao Qingxin.
The Sage of the Eight Corners, Han Xiaozhi, was the father of Heaven-Equaling Peak, Han Zhaoming. His reputation for internal energy had reached a transcendental realm, capable of killing from a distance of ten wa. The Divine Sleeve Qi Skill was ranked as a top-tier art in the martial world. He formerly held a position as an official but grew tired of power struggles, leaving to enter the martial world. He founded the Association of Virtue to restore righteousness and was hailed as the number one hero.
The Six Decrees, Pei Chengyue, was an unorthodox expert, neither righteous nor evil. He lived as he pleased without opposition. He established six decrees: one for national peace, two for the suffering, three for the oppressed, four for unrequited love, five for shaken morality, and six for defeat never encountered. In the past, he fought the Demonic Doctor, Di Jiao, and won. Currently, he had two disciples: The Frostflower Maiden, Han Yuexin, and The Absolute Jade, Di Yuning.
Like the Demon Lord, Gao Qingxin, was a hero from sixty years ago. He represented the martial world in battle against experts from five tribes and two overseas islands, winning twelve consecutive rounds. He was acknowledged as invincible. Originally nicknamed "The Magician From the Sky," he changed it to "Like the Demon Lord" for unknown reasons. He was once close friends with The Stone Fiend, Shi Wusha. Despite their age difference, they were like brothers. In the battle at the Mocking Heaven Sect, Gao Qingxin did not participate, likely due to his old bond with Shi Wusha. Many believed this deity was the one who persuaded the Lightning Swordsman, Xiang Xiubai, to retire and seek the ultimate martial path in solitude.
Although Jin Tianwang had never seen the Three Martial Deities, he felt certain that the elder he met was Like the Demon Lord, Gao Qingxin.
Jin Tianwang returned to his quarters and slept until morning. The morning sea mist woke him. Looking out the large window, he saw seabirds soaring over the water and fishing boats floating on the sea. Jin Tianwang felt refreshed, energy coursing through his body. Meeting the elder the previous night had unexpectedly granted him a bizarre power. And the unexpected events did not end there.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, followed by a voice addressing him as "Young Master Jin."
Jin Tianwang was a destitute man, often without a single coin. A person like him was rarely called "Young Master." However, one group always addressed him as such. Jin Tianwang was particularly familiar with this group. Though human, they liked to be called cats. There were nine of them, collectively known as the Nine Cats. If everyone must have kin, the Nine Cats could be considered Jin Tianwang's kin.
The visitor was a tall, thin man with a long face and narrow shoulders. He was the sixth cat, known as the Six-Eared Cat, Lei Ye. He was someone Jin Tianwang knew well, having acted as a liaison between Jin Tianwang and a certain benefactor for a long time.
"Reporting to Young Master Jin, I have urgent matters to report."
"Little Lei, whatever it is, speak quickly."
"Great trouble has arisen in the Central Plains. To protect your reputation, Elder Zhao has declared himself an enemy of the Association of Virtue. Consequently, The Sage of the Eight Corners, Han Xiaozhi, has returned to the martial world determined to deal with Elder Zhao. Three months ago, your close friend, the Drunken Scholar Ou Xiatian, mysteriously vanished. The benefactor searched for you. Now, even the Elder has disappeared."
"Uncle Wang is of such high status, how could he be in danger? Do you nine know any clues?"
Lei Ye hesitated, his face twitching slightly, before saying, "We cannot yet guess whose handiwork this is."
From Lei Ye's expression, Jin Tianwang could guess that the prime suspect was The Frostflower Maiden, Han Yuexin. Lei Ye simply avoided mentioning her name to spare Jin Tianwang's feelings. He could only sigh once before saying, "In that case, let us hurry back to the mainland."
"Understood. Before noon today, there is a ship returning to the mainland."
"That is excellent. Let us hurry. I hope it is not too late."
After eating and buying supplies for the journey, Jin Tianwang and Lei Ye headed to the port, intending to board the ship back to the mainland urgently. Just as the sails were hoisted, the raised anchor was dropped back into the water. Passengers were hurriedly herded off the ship. Jin Tianwang tried to follow the passengers off to find another boat, only to discover the ship had no issues—it was White Jade Dragon Fan Baojian who would not let him leave. Lei Ye was separated among the other passengers. Fan Baojian's group marched toward the ship.
"Friend surnamed Jin, why the rush to leave? Is the Emerald Dragon Brotherhood unable to host you properly?" Fan Baojian, the sturdy middle-aged man, spoke with a voice projecting immense power. Behind him, the Poison Beggar Sun Daming followed.
"I must apologize for thinking of leaving without saying goodbye. But I have urgent matters in the mainland that I must return to settle," Jin Tianwang clasped his hands and bowed his head, showing remorse.
"We are all family. If you have urgent matters, why not tell me? Not only will I help send you back, but I will also lend a hand in your tasks."
"I, Jin Tianwang, am a destitute man. How could I be worthy of Senior Fan's help?"
"Stop deflecting. Give me just one hour. After bowing to heaven and earth, from now on, we share the same family name." Fan Baojian's words implied taking Jin Tianwang as a son-in-law. For things to turn out like this was beyond everyone's expectations.
"I am not worthy..."
"Damn it! What is this? Is it that you are not worthy of Qingqing, or is my daughter not worthy of you?" Fan Baojian spoke with rage, his voice echoing across the sky and ocean.
"Sect Leader, please have mercy. Send me back," Jin Tianwang bowed his head and pleaded.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Don't blame me for bullying you!" Fan Baojian channeled internal energy into both palms and struck out.
Facing Fan Baojian's heavy palm force, Jin Tianwang had no intention of offending him. He could only twist his body to dodge, retreating three steps to escape the palm force.
"If you have wings, then fly back!" Fan Baojian roared again before lunging at Jin Tianwang, sweeping his left palm out while thrusting his right fist at Jin Tianwang's face.
The wind generated by Fan Baojian's palm and fist almost made it impossible for Jin Tianwang to open his eyes. But instinct and experience told Jin Tianwang to shuffle his feet and retreat continuously until he could retreat no further. Fan Baojian continued to press the attack. Jin Tianwang decided to stomp his foot down once. The impact cracked the deck floor, causing Fan Baojian's right foot to fall into the groove, making him stumble.
Jin Tianwang knew he had offended Fan Baojian. Helpless, he had to find a way to survive. Seeing an opening, he stepped forward and thrust his right fist out.
Seeing Jin Tianwang rushing at him, Fan Baojian was certain his opponent was being careless. He performed his bizarre palm technique, transforming it into formless walls, preparing a continuous combo to defeat the young man.
However, Jin Tianwang's punch was different from ordinary punches. It was incredibly fast. It was incredibly heavy. The punch thrust directly into the shadow of palms forming the formless wall. The impact actually repelled Fan Baojian's palm force. The punch continued to penetrate with increasing speed until Jin Tianwang's fist touched Fan Baojian's chest.
Fan Baojian wore a shocked expression. He hadn't expected Jin Tianwang, nicknamed the Merry Meanderer, to possess such profound boxing skills. Although the fist touched Fan Baojian's flesh, there was no pain, nor did it kill him. It was all because Jin Tianwang was willing to show mercy. Seeing this, Fan Baojian felt humiliated. He channeled his internal energy again and struck a fist out at chest level.
Jin Tianwang had stopped his attack to avoid hurting Fan Baojian, but seeing the opponent ignore his intent and counterattack viciously, he could only shuffle his feet to dodge the incoming twin fists.
Fan Baojian could not believe he couldn't do anything to the boy in front of him. He called out to Sun Daming, "Daming! Join hands with me. Deal with this person!"
Sun Daming also couldn't believe his eyes that Jin Tianwang possessed such terrifying skills. But when Fan Baojian called, he could not disobey. He took a deep breath, preparing to coordinate his attack with Fan Baojian.
"Baojian, enough! Even if you two join hands, you are neither fast enough nor strong enough to match this wonderful child." A voice echoed from all directions, accompanied by the appearance of a white-bearded old man in white robes.
Fan Baojian showed great respect for this elder but replied somewhat grudgingly, "If I let him go like this, what will become of my daughter?"
"Matters of the heart cannot be forced. Wait and see. If their destiny is aligned, no matter how many obstacles, once the red thread connects them, it cannot be otherwise. But if there is no destiny, forcing it will only invite punishment from heaven and earth."
"I..." Fan Baojian truly respected this elder. Originally, Fan Baojian did not possess such superb skills; it was through this elder's guidance that he became strong. In truth, this elder was the master who passed on his skills to the White Jade Dragon. Hearing his benefactor master's words, the stubborn dragon had to soften his tone.
"Father, send the man surnamed Jin back to his land. I do not love him that much. Why push this daughter into the arms of such a worthless man?" Fan Qingqing had arrived as well. True to being a beauty of the island, she had a brave and open heart. She spoke with a cool voice and a dignified demeanor.
Jin Tianwang lowered his head, not daring to meet her eyes or admire her dignified appearance. He merely mumbled, "I already have a woman I love. I am not worthy of Lady Fan in the slightest."
Jin Tianwang's mumbled words miraculously echoed loudly in Fan Qingqing's ears. She shed silent tears before speaking with a powerful voice, "Return to your land. This island welcomes you no more." She spoke while gesturing for the ship, now full of passengers, to leave the port.
Jin Tianwang took three quick steps before leaping over the ship's rail, landing on the deck of the ship that had just departed to head back to the mainland. From the Green Dragon Isle, he returned once again to his homeland.