Yang Ge nodded, "Although I can’t guarantee that my path is suitable for you, I can assure you, it absolutely leads straight to Grandmaster!"
Yang Tiansheng asked, "Is it the same move where you dispersed your powers to pull the sword from afar last time?"
Yang Ge smiled. This young man was indeed infatuated with that cool move. "That was just a side effect... the least noteworthy side effect."
Yang Tiansheng:...
He admitted that he was once again impressed by how this guy could say the most pretentious things in the most casual tone!
He gritted his teeth and paused between words, "Yang Ge, you really deserve to die!"
Yang Ge responded with a smile, "Want to learn? I can teach you!"
Yang Tiansheng: ...
...
Meanwhile, on a pirate ship cutting through the waves.
Disguised as pirates, Wang Lin stood at the prow, looking towards the approaching coast, his right eyelid uncontrollably twitching, a deep unease expanding in his chest...
This feeling, it was something he had never experienced before.
Even when he had encountered the renowned "Quanzhen Sword Immortal" Li Qing, he hadn’t felt such immense pressure.
"Mother of No Birth, Home of the Void!"
He silently recited the prayer, gradually calming his emotions.
"Father..."
Also disguised, Wang Sen stepped out of the cabin, and, facing Wang Lin’s back, bowed: "Father, we’ve received a flag signal from Wang Zhi’s flagship. We’re to dismount with the first wave of pirates ashore. Should we reveal our identities or wait for the later waves?"
They were secretly embedded within the pirate fleet by the forces of Prince Ning’s mansion, a fact unknown to Wang Zeng, the pirate lord in name.
This move by Prince Ning’s mansion, of course, served to maintain their precarious and fragile connection with Wang Zeng.
Wang Lin moved his lips as if to say something but ended up only stating, "No need!"
As the saying goes, every creature has its own way to survive.
As the White Lotus Sect, a hereditary rebel group on par with the Ming Sect, Yang Tiansheng’s storming of Zhoushan with a large force could hardly go completely unnoticed by this father and son, including the possibility that Wang Zeng had secretly sold out the pirates to the Yangs... they had their suspicions...
Wang Lin simply didn’t care.
The price offered by the Prince Ning’s mansion was only for assassinating Yang Ge.
Helping this group of pirates successfully raid the southeastern coast, that was a separate fee.
The Prince Ning’s mansion might not be willing to pay that price; they weren’t necessarily interested in taking on that job either.
Although the White Lotus Sect specialized in rebellion, they still cared somewhat about their reputation; being labeled as collaborators with pirates was not something even they wanted to be associated with.
That was also why they were disguised as pirates...
"This child understands."
Wang Sen bowed again and turned to head back into the cabin to organize their forces.
"Sen’er."
Just then, Wang Lin, who had been facing away from him, suddenly called out.
Wang Sen turned back and bowed again, "Do you have further instructions, father?"
Wang Lin paused briefly then spoke softly, "If it becomes unavoidable, retreat back to our old home in Luanzhou and wait for the right moment."
Upon hearing this, Wang Sen’s heart sank; his father never spoke in such a yielding tone. He was about to speak.
However, Wang Lin seemed to anticipate what he was going to say and stopped him with a hand gesture, "Don’t be reckless, go ahead and withdraw!"
Despite his concerns, Wang Sen knew that saying more would only disadvantage his father at this moment, so he managed to suppress his worries and bid farewell, "This child will take his leave."
Wang Sen withdrew his hand and fixed his gaze on the increasingly clear coastline, imagining seeing a slender, cold moon blade.
He lowered his gaze and murmured softly, "Mother of No Birth, protect your disciple through this tribulation..."
...
"Splash."
Pure white waves pushed more than ten forty-meter-long three-masted ships to the shore, where a horde of filthy pirates hurriedly slid down the gangplanks, bustling and swarming on the golden sands like an exploded nest of ants.
Yang Ge observed these filthy pirates, who looked as if they hadn’t bathed in decades, noticing among them true pirates with Mediterranean hairstyles, people from Wei dressed in coastal fisherman’s garb, and red-haired, blue-eyed Western pirates... Yang Ge even spotted a few who were as black as charcoal.
The weapons they carried were also a complete mess: there were Japanese swords, long Japanese swords, spears, as well as Wei’s heavy back cutlasses, ring-pommel sabers, Western swords, Western blades, and many firearms of varying lengths...
What a mess!
The first wave ashore included about four thousand pirates.
Seeing that these four thousand pirates didn’t hurry to cross the strait but clustered messily on the beach waiting for more companions, Yang Ge raised a hand and clenched his fist tightly.
Behind him, Gu Tong pressed down tightly on the flag in his hand.
Soon, the second wave of pirates landed, and the number of pirates on the beach quickly grew to nearly ten thousand.
Yang Ge stretched his neck to gaze at the ships drifting on the sea, noticing that only half of them remained afloat, many flying the five-peaked flags of collaborators...
Follow current novels on freewebnσvel.cѳm.
Finally, he opened his fingers and struck down forcefully.
Seeing this, Gu Tong swung the flag in his hand vigorously.
The next moment, shouts of killing erupted...
"Kill!"
Yang Tiansheng, leading the charge from the Ming Sect, descended swiftly from a commanding height, plunging into the scattered pirates on the beach and igniting a glaring splash of crimson bloodlight.