Chapter 830: Out of Seclusion! (1/2, Request Subscription)

Many people became doomsday preppers, buying up vast quantities of supplies, causing prices of daily necessities to skyrocket and creating severe shortages.

Fortunately, once the panic subsided, prices quickly stabilized to some extent.

Even so, Chen Qing lost faith in Huaguo's currency; rather than let it depreciate further, he preferred to exchange it for tangible goods.

He expanded the underground storage beneath his home, stockpiling food, supplies, weapons, tools, and other resources; Chen Qing had a vague premonition that a great storm was about to break.

Under the backdrop of money losing its value, if Jing Yan needed cash to buy things, Chen Qing had no objection to helping out.

But Jing Yan refused.

Mixing money with friendship inevitably taints it.

Besides, he wasn't short of money—he'd earned plenty during his time running his studio.

Still, he didn't know what had become of the studio; he'd vanished suddenly, not left with preparation.

He sighed, saying he might need Chen Qing's help in the real world someday.

Of course, that was for later—right now, he hadn't even escaped prison, so he didn't need Chen Qing as an outside ally.

After Fang Yue entered seclusion, others took charge of the ship's security.

But the main burden fell on the Helmsman.

Compared to when Fang Yue was present, the Helmsman was now more focused than ever.

Knowing the ship's power distribution, the Helmsman understood that any crisis while Fang Yue was sealed away could mean total annihilation.

He didn't care about the others, but Tian Ruichi must not die—the Soul-Hosting Jade Pendant was still in his hands.

As for the Helmsman himself, except when facing entities like Demon Corpses, other dangers could threaten his safety but weren't truly lethal.

With his foundation, he could easily escape by abandoning the passengers—he'd done it more than once; as the only massive vessel capable of crossing Han Jiang, he had certain privileges and could act recklessly, and those in Jingcheng dared not punish him.

But as the experimental boats from Hanjiang Wharf gradually became operational, his position grew precarious.

That was why the Helmsman was so desperate to regain his freedom and enter the Soul-Hosting Jade Pendant.

Time passed swiftly; above, the night sky shifted from Yin-Yang Moon to Half-Moon Eclipse.

Then from Half-Moon Solar Eclipse to Half-Moon Red Moon.

Time passed swiftly—two days and one night later.

When the morning sun rose…

Creak.

Fang Yue's door slowly opened.

As he stepped out, the overwhelming stench of blood snapped him into combat mode, his nerves taut.

But soon he saw the Special Envoy's guard, drenched in blood, eyes wide with excitement.

"N-My Lord Ye! Welcome, My Lord Ye, out of seclusion!!"

He knelt halfway, but Fang Yue caught him and pulled him up.

"Tell me—what happened on the ship?"

"My Lord, it's a Weirdness! A Weirdness from the lake bottom climbed onto the deck; the other Lords are fighting hard, and I was ordered to guard this spot—no stepping away!"

Fang Yue's heart lurched; he asked urgently, "What level of Weirdness?"

How stupid of them! Didn't I say to call me out immediately if danger arose? Why face it alone?!

This is Han Jiang—Han Jiang's Weirdnesses… based on what Fang Yue had encountered, he dared not even think deeply about it.

But the guard's answer left him stunned.

"My Lord—it's Blood-Level Weirdness!"

Blood-Level…

Fang Yue was momentarily dazed.

He hadn't encountered a Weirdness of this level in a long time.

Blood-Level means Xiantian Realm Weirdness!

Such low-level Weirdnesses, Fang Yue could wipe out in bulk with a single gesture—no threat at all.

But… for Lin Ling and the others, it was a serious problem.

Add to that the overwhelming stench of blood…

After confirming the others' locations, Fang Yue moved instantly, rushing onto the deck.

"Explosive Seven Stars!"

As soon as he arrived, he heard a familiar roar.

There, straight ahead, Lin Ling—with his right eye's sclera turned pitch black, oozing black blood.

Like a god descending from heaven, he leapt from the mast, driving his spear downward and impaling seven Weirdnesses resembling giant houseflies.

The Weirdnesses stood as tall as humans, with thick limbs, six wings, bloated fly-like bodies, and most strikingly, their compound fly-eyes.

Seven of these repulsive giant-headed Weirdnesses were skewered in a row like kebabs, shrieking shrilly—"buzz buzz buzz"—spewing torrents of emerald-black blood before crashing heavily to the deck, shaking it violently.

Beside Lin Ling, Chen Qing and Jing Yan stood back-to-back; one fired arrows—biubiubiubiu—with zero accuracy, the other trembling with fear, wildly swinging at the buzzing giant-headed Weirdnesses.

Each time, Tian Ruichi would appear out of nowhere, darting between them and slicing each Weirdness cleanly in two, then gliding smoothly away.

The other guards moved and fought around Tian Ruichi as their center.

In truth, the entire battlefield had only two core figures.

One was Tian Ruichi—his sword art was transcendent; every strike used a different technique, sometimes blending two or more, giving the impression of a single man forming a miniature sword array, somewhat resembling the Small Kongbing Sword Technique.

In appearance, calling it Small Kongbing Sword Technique wasn't wrong.

But fundamentally, they were entirely different.

One was Martial Arts in nature—focused on fusion, on a single practitioner's ultimate sword array, even integrating other Martial Arts.

The other was Half Sword Spirit—sword art transcendent, wielding various sword techniques with ease; it merely switched between several techniques, combining a few moves here and there—this was fundamentally different from the core of Kongbing Sword Technique.

Apart from Tian Ruichi, the fiercest killer on the field was Lin Ling.

Once 【Pseudo-Ghost Transformation】 activated, black blood seeped from the corners of his eyes, his strength skyrocketed, and the blood-rank Weird he was fighting were driven back step by step—just like Zhao Zilong charging through enemy lines seven times in, seven times out. He cut into the Weird horde, then cut back out again, his body stained red with blood, yet it was all dark green blood, not a drop of his own, like a war god's Advent!

Amid such a thrilling, exhilarating slaughter, Lin Ling wore a smile he hadn't shown in ages—a smile of pure, heartfelt exhilaration.

Ever since Gu Yue Cun was wiped out, he hadn't had a proper fight with the Weird.

In ordinary days, what he ran into were either foes he couldn't beat, or existences he didn't even have the right to try bumping into.

Only now had he truly met opponents of the same level, free to fight with everything he had!

This feeling of running an unstoppable rampage—even though Lin Ling didn't understand the concept of "unstoppable rampage"—still felt absolutely awesome.

After all, in the game world of *Blue Sea*, there was no such concept as monsters being evenly distributed by level.

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