Chapter 490 Seashore

The flow of time within a dream differs from that of the outside world.

Hence the saying, "a dream of yellow millet."

When Wei Yuan walked out with his sword in hand, in the eyes of Zhang Hao, Yuanjue, and the others, it seemed he had only spent a minute or two. It was as if he had simply stepped into the house, found what he needed, and came back out. Unsuspecting, Wei Yuan nodded at Zhang Hao and said, "Let's go."

Then, he looked towards Feng Siyu, who was delighted by Yuanjue's departure, and said:

"Siyu, you come too."

Feng Siyu shook her head like a rattle-drum, refusing straightforwardly:

"I don't want to."

With Yuanjue, this great adversary, gone, and Wei Yuan also leaving, she could happily enjoy the remaining dishes.

Wei Yuan said without changing his expression, "There are delicious things by the East Sea too."

"Delicious things you've never eaten before."

"Like a kind of rice called haimi (dried shrimp), which makes even pearl rice taste bland by comparison."

??!

Zhang Hao, Yuanjue, and Xiang Hongbao paused, glancing strangely at the museum curator beside them, who wore a faint smile and a trustworthy expression.

Haimi?

Wasn't that just dried shrimp?

However, the yu-tribe (feathered race) maiden, newly arrived in the human world, clearly didn't know this.

A moment later.

Feng Siyu waved towards Jue and Yu Ji, her eyebrows raised, and said:

"Then, Sister Jue, Sister Yu, I'm leaving now."

"I'll bring you back haimi rice."

Jue watched them leave, withdrew her gaze, and couldn't help shaking her head and smiling:

"By the time Siyu figures it out, Wei Yuan will have to make her many compensation meals."

"At least ten meals, probably..."

Yu Ji nodded. She guessed that Wei Yuan wanted Feng Siyu to come along for other reasons.

However, she was sometimes aloof and had no interest in such things.

A moment later, after tidying up the museum's dishes with Jue, she returned to her studio.

As soon as she entered, she sensed something was wrong. There was a chilling aura in the air. The painter's soul behind her shivered, nearly scattering. Yu Ji's expression faltered, and then she quickened her pace, hurrying back to the inner room. She froze.

The box that had contained the blade of the Overlord Spear was on the ground.

Even the seal showed signs of being loosened.

Clearly, the blade of the Overlord Spear had just sensed something.

Yu Ji's eyes widened slowly, touching the blade of the Overlord Spear where the anomaly had occurred, her fair hand trembling slightly.

"Yu...?"

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Xiang Hongbao wasn't quite sure why they had to bring along this young girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen.

They were going to stop the elite of the Holy See who were speeding over from the sea!

How much skill did this little girl have?

But since it was the museum curator's idea, he had nothing to say. Especially when the honest monk barely got his zen staff onto the car, and the whole car sank down a bit. Xiang Hongbao immediately calmed down, understanding his position.

Zhang Hao's driving skills were quite smooth.

He took them to a place, and then they directly switched to a souped-up modified helicopter, moving at high speed towards the East Sea. Wei Yuan had the art of controlling the wind and could fly directly, but other than him and Feng Siyu, who was a member of the yu-tribe (feathered race), even the great monk Yuanjue had to rely on his own two legs.

After considering it, they decided to use the helicopter.

However, because Yuanjue's zen staff was imbued with the 'weight of Buddhism', he had to ride in a separate helicopter.

One in front and one behind, they headed towards the East Sea.

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The East Sea is the territorial sea of Shenzhou, and also the place where many legends originate.

When calm, the sea reflects the light of the sky, making people feel broad-minded. And on this East Sea, a special action team of cultivators was aboard a small ship, heading towards the edge of the sea, where they had detected an approaching source of extraordinary power.

The intrusion of extraordinary cultivators should be handled by an action team that was also made up of cultivators.

Because ordinary people have a hard time fighting cultivators.

Especially since the cultivation methods of the West and Southeast Asia are quite strange, and some are extremely sinister. Ordinary people, even trained warriors, can be caught off guard.

This was a case of appropriate skills for the job.

Ji Kangle assumed it was a small group of cultivators like usual, and took his subordinates to stop them.

But when they were far from land and discovered their target, they realized something was wrong.

The pressure coming from the other side was too strong.

"What... what is that thing..."

Ji Kangle inhaled slightly, feeling his temples throbbing. The large yacht that looked like it was for tourists was now exuding an aura like a deep-sea beast. In comparison, the action team's ship was almost like a miniature.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was the aura on that ship, which reminded Ji Kangle of the elders in his sect.

It was the kind of oppressive force that could only be naturally formed by someone whose cultivation required them to be addressed as a senior.

"They are very strong cultivators, and not just one. There are many of them."

A young man said in a low voice, "They came on purpose, they didn't accidentally enter territorial waters."

"Contact the sect and the action team."

Ji Kangle ordered a disciple to send a message immediately. After the order was sent, Ji Kangle's face darkened. He used the array under the patrol boat to make it block the giant yacht, trying to contact the other side and transmitting a message:

"You have entered the territorial waters of Shenzhou, please stop immediately and accept registration."

"Or leave the territorial waters of Shenzhou immediately."

"Otherwise, we have the right to attack you."

Ji Kangle heard laughter coming from the other side, and his expression darkened slightly.

Inside the yacht, all were Holy See knights wearing special armor. Wearing such heavy armor in this day and age was obviously unusual. Someone asked the middle-aged man with short golden hair who was leading the prayer what to do.

The middle-aged man had blue eyes and said, "Ignore them."

"Afterwards, just say we didn't receive the message."

"That it was a mistake that we entered the territorial waters of Shenzhou."

"Yes."

They had done this kind of thing before, at the borders of various countries. Then Ji Kangle discovered that the other side not only didn't slow down, but was accelerating, with ancient Hebrew runes appearing around them, and the waves pushing the giant ship forward.

Ji Kangle's face darkened, and he ordered the patrol boat to catch up.

A second message was sent.

"Warning, you have entered the territorial waters of Shenzhou, please stop immediately and accept registration."

"Or leave the territorial waters of Shenzhou immediately."

"Otherwise, we have the right to attack you."

When he saw the other side accelerate again, Ji Kangle glared at the ship and was about to speak again, but the other side directly terminated the communication unilaterally, refusing contact. The cultivator, who came from a martial arts family, slammed the communication device down heavily, his face livid. The subordinate beside him said:

"Boss? What do we do..."

No one expected that a routine patrol would encounter such a provocative act, and that the other side's strength would far exceed the limits that ordinary configurations could handle. There was no doubt that they had come prepared, but reinforcements from the action team would take time.

In the meantime, they couldn't let this group of unknown cultivators go any further.

Ji Kangle directly increased the speed of the boat to the maximum, using the boat to intercept them.

His face was livid: "Territorial waters, territory, airspace, not an inch of Shenzhou can be invaded. If we let this group of white devils go in like this, we might as well jump into the sea. Ram them from the side. If they don't stop, just smash through the damned ship."

It was only at this time that one of the Holy See knights who had come to 'demand an explanation' walked to the deck, spread his hands, and shouted in an ancient language, with a lazy expression, obviously not thinking that the other side would do anything.

They had only just entered the East Sea area, and this was a contest between cultivators.

They didn't think that five people from Shenzhou would attack them.

Of course,

the real purpose was to use this attitude to anger the Shenzhou side.

Ideally, they could get Shenzhou to take the initiative to attack, and then, whether it was black or white, the public opinion would be on their side.

To be honest, one of their purposes in coming here was to test the waters. It would be best if they fought. If they didn't, it would be hard to talk. They had enough people hidden here. It would be best to beat up all the cultivators near the Shenzhou sea area.

Thinking of this, the young man licked his lips, with an aggressive look in his eyes. The sound of a helicopter appeared in the sky. He looked up and saw two transport helicopters coming.

Have they come?

He murmured in his heart, even waving his hand exaggeratedly, his face full of laziness and rudeness.

Ji Kangle had anger in his eyes. He raised his sword and was about to rush up and fight these guys when he received a message from the helicopter. He was stunned for a moment. The communication device had been broken. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly, asking for the third time:

"Final warning, you have entered the territorial waters of Shenzhou, please stop immediately and accept registration."

"Or leave the territorial waters of Shenzhou immediately."

"Otherwise, we have the right to attack you."

This was the third time.

The blond man shook his head lazily.

He opened his mouth and said a few words.

The yacht continued to move forward, showing no sign of stopping.

In the helicopter, Xiang Hongbao translated in a low voice:

"This person is speaking an ancient European language. I heard it in the Holy See. He means he can't understand what we're saying. These grandsons are just pretending, deliberately provoking us. The other side must be prepared. The referee's strength is very strong. The churches in the New World and Australia have taken action. They are deliberately looking for trouble. I estimate that the other side must have filmed it. If they spread it out, they can directly create public opinion."

"Although they always use these few tricks, it's boring, but it's really disgusting. Should we wait a little longer?"

"Or what do we do?"

Xiang Hongbao smiled wryly. He was a little at a loss.

These guys were relying on their strength.

Can't understand?

Wei Yuan simply said "Oh" softly.

Then he raised his hand and slapped the seat.

He jumped directly from the helicopter.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand was unsheathed, the iron eagle on the hilt chirping. Then his muscles bulged, and he fell heavily into the sea. His clothes fluttered violently, and he stepped on the sea, the long sword in his hand tearing through the sword energy—

The sword energy rose directly into the sky, shattering the white clouds.

In the shrill sound of the sword, the huge sword energy smashed directly on the luxurious yacht.

The huge yacht, made of steel, stopped moving forward.

Xiang Hongbao only felt his heart jump heavily.

Deadly silence enveloped Wei Yuan. Then, a wave exploded, crashing madly towards the surroundings. Wei Yuan raised his hand to block the wave rushing towards him.

In the ear-splitting sound.

The huge yacht suddenly slowly fell to both sides.

Xiang Hongbao felt like something was stuck in his throat.

Wei Yuan sheathed his sword.

He had directly cut the ship in half from the middle.

ps: Today's second update...

Everyone, please read the plot slowly. The roles and other things should be clear in a few days. I pushed the outline and felt it was quite interesting.