107 Returning From the Sea (3)
Time flew by, and the moss on the wooden house grew thicker and thicker.
The fishing boat hidden on the shore was slowly decaying.
Eight years later, on a cliff by the sea, Jiang Ming’s expression was relaxed. He stood up wearing a tattered shirt.
“Have I finally reached the end of my training?”
For two years, the progress of using the spiritual energy refined by the Blood Spirit Technique to temper his blood Qi and body had been getting slower and slower. And today, he hit a wall.
He clenched his fists. He was currently ten times stronger than when he first came to the island. If he were to fight with Chen Dongfeng again, he would probably be able to crush him to death with a single hit.
“Even a Grandmaster can’t compare to me in terms of pure blood Qi condensation,” Jiang Ming murmured. His current martial arts realm was already comparable to Chen Dongfeng’s in the past, or even one step further. His comprehension of martial arts was extremely profound, and his blood Qi could change as he wished. However, at the same time, he could not take that last step.
“It’s time to leave!”
He put away a few important books and looked back at the wooden house on the island, the vast expanse of cultivated farmland around it, and the giant sea turtle that was slowly sunbathing in the distance. He shook his head and turned to leave.
Idyllic times like this were temporary.
He would be gone for years, and he did not know when he would come back. Perhaps he would never come back.
The boat on the shore had already decayed, so Jiang Ming did not build another one. When he was close to the shallow beach, he jumped up. He landed steadily on the surface of the water. The blood Qi under his feet trembled and turned into ripples to dissipate the force of his fall.
He quickly approached the direction of the coast.
* * *
It was early in the morning, and the world was pitch black.
Only the soft moonlight reflected the waves on the sea.
On the beach, a few fishermen were untangling their nets in preparation for today’s fishing.
A fisherman packed up his things and was about to board the ship to set off when he suddenly saw a small black dot in the distant sea, rapidly approaching.
“A shark? A seagull? Doesn’t look like one to me,” He mumbled to himself as he saw the black dot moving faster and faster toward him. He quickly called out to the other fishermen, “Look over there. what’s that?”
Hearing this, everyone looked in the direction he was pointing at. A black dot was streaking to the shore as fast as lightning.
“Is it a fishing boat? That’s impossible, even sharks can’t be that fast.”
Everyone was bewildered. They had never seen such a scene in all their years of fishing.
However, their faces were soon filled with shock.
It was actually a person.
“H-how is this possible?”
All the fishermen were scared out of their wits as they stared blankly at the figure swiftly crossing the sea. In the blink of an eye, he was close to the shore before he landed gracefully.
He was a burly man with a wrinkled face, disheveled hair and tattered clothes.
He glanced at the fishermen and asked, “What era is it now?”
A few fishermen stuttered, thinking that they had met an immortal. One of the braver ones said with a trembling voice, “Sir, it is now the Great Yan Dynasty, and this year is the 15th year of the new emperor!
“Eh? The country of Yan hasn’t been destroyed?” Jiang Ming was surprised.
The fisherman quickly bowed and said, “The Flying Cloud Castle, the Qingxuan Army, and the country of Yan are now three separate entities. We’ve already been on the sea for several years, and the world has been in chaos ever since.”
“I see.”
Jiang Ming was deep in thought and left without looking back.