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Chapter 110 Beihang University, Ghost Ship
Chapter 110 Beihang University, Ghost Ship
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Yuanzhi took over the mess on Hantie Island and cleaned it up perfectly.
He pulled Liu Cheng out of the prisoner pile, and the abacus beads started turning again. In less than three days, mining in the area had recovered to 60%.
"Manager Liu, the ore production figures on the books are a bit lacking." Chen Yuanzhi flipped through the ledger without even looking up. "Improve the miners' meals. Make sure they have plenty of meat so they have the energy to work."
Liu Cheng wiped his sweat and agreed, then ran faster than a rabbit.
Chen Yuanzhi then gathered and packaged the captured Blood Fiend Crystals and sea beast materials, and directly contacted the Jinming Merchant Guild sent by Ji Chen.
Once the Xiaoyao Alliance opened its black market channels, ship after ship of coarse grains, dried meat, and wound medicine were continuously transported into Hantie Island.
He used money and resources to build up the foundation of the Megatron Merchant Guild.
Shen Tieyi was not idle either.
She transferred all twenty-odd of the Iron Anchor Gang's top shipwrights to the dock, where they lived and ate.
The blueprints were laid out, and the hammers pounded with deafening force.
She intends to use the finest ore from Cold Iron Island to build Megatron's first true sea fortress.
Xu Hao didn't concern himself with anything that happened on the island.
He plunged headlong into the depths of the source mining area.
The dark blue mine tunnels were chillingly cold.
Xu Hao sat cross-legged in front of the rock wall, with the Black Blade Devouring the Sea stuck beside him.
The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Vault Scripture circulated continuously, and dark blue qi seeped into the earth's veins along the blade.
For the past two weeks, he has been using his inner energy to nourish the revitalized mine vein every day.
The quality of the cold iron concentrate on the rock wall visibly improved, and even the blessed land painting in the sea of consciousness began to glow faintly.
[Cold Iron Ore LV1 Experience Points +10]
Current progress: 85/100
Xu Hao exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes to look at the frost that had condensed on the stone wall.
In the end, the key to survival in this chaotic world lies in the sword in one's own hand.
Once this mine is upgraded to the next level, the cold iron marrow it produces will be enough to transform the gang members who follow him.
Only then will Megatron's banner be truly firmly planted.
Half a month later, at midnight, inside the mine of the Cold Iron Mother.
Xu Hao sat cross-legged beneath the dark blue rock wall, sheathing his sword.
Chen Yuanzhi walked in carrying a thick ledger, his boots making a soft crunching sound as they stepped on the broken slag.
"Boss, Ji Chen has sent someone to urge the delivery of the second batch of cold iron concentrate."
"This kid's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he hasn't even tried to negotiate the price." Chen Yuanzhi opened the ledger and drew two lines on it with his pen.
Xu Hao didn't reply. He flipped his wrist and pulled two items out of the storage room, throwing them onto the open ground between the two of them.
A slightly worn wooden box, and a small black iron plaque.
The wooden box lid wasn't closed properly, and a soft, white light shone through it.
It's spirit rice, and there's still more than half a box left. I brought it all the way from Chenzhou.
In Shengzhou, a place that devours people, it's even more sought-after than Blood Fiend Crystal.
The black iron plaque is the Chen family's ancestral sea-avoidance token, rumored to be a token left by an ancient powerhouse, capable of avoiding the strangulation of high-level sea beasts at the edge of the Ruins of Return.
Chen Yuanzhi's gaze fell on two objects, and his hand, which was flipping through the account book, stopped.
"From now on, Zhenhai, you'll be in charge of Shengzhou's plate." Xu Hao kicked the wooden box on the ground. "Take the spirit rice to the black market and find Ji Chen or Guixu Ke to exchange it for hard currency. Keep the Sea Avoidance Token to yourself and figure it out; don't reveal it easily."
Chen Yuanzhi closed the account book.
"You're leaving."
"Yanzhou," Xu Hao uttered.
Chen Yuanzhi stared at the black iron plaque on the ground.
He didn't try to dissuade him. The two of them had fought their way from the death row in Chenzhou to the sea off Shengzhou, and he knew Xu Hao's temperament all too well.
This sea cannot confine a Grandmaster at the Tongqiao Realm.
"I'll keep track of Megatron's debt for you." Chen Yuanzhi bent down to pick up the black iron plaque and put it in his pocket. "If you lose even a penny of your 50% stake, I'll change my name to Chen backwards."
"Alright." Xu Hao patted him on the shoulder. "Keep Megatron in check. When I get back, he'll be living the high life."
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Chen Yuanzhi uttered four words: "It's a deal."
The deep-water dock on the side of Hantie Island.
A massive vessel sat quietly at its berth.
Shen Tieyi personally led his men through more than a dozen sleepless nights, and the top twenty-odd old shipwrights of the Iron Anchor Gang exerted all their strength.
This new ship is more than twice the size of the Zhenyuan.
The entire ship is reinforced with cold iron concentrate, and when the sun shines on it, the hull gleams with a chilling light.
Ten improved armor-piercing crossbows were mounted on each side of the ship, with winches made of sea beast sinew, and their range was a hundred feet greater than that of the Blood Bone Alliance's heavy crossbows.
The bottom of the ship was coated with three thick layers of whale oil anti-corrosion paint, which protected against barnacles and, more importantly, low-level sea creatures that were not careful enough to notice them.
The mud monkey circled the new ship three times, drooling. He reached out to touch the iron armor on the ship's side, but Shen Tieyi slapped his hand on the back of the hand with a scabbard.
"Don't touch it, it's freshly painted." Shen Tieyi didn't even lift his eyelids.
Mud Monkey withdrew his hand, rubbing the reddened back of his hand, and turned to shout at Luo Meng, "Brother Meng, this thing is really awesome!"
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Luo Meng scratched his head: "It's domineering, but it costs a lot of money. When Chief Shen asked the second-in-command for money with the account book, the second-in-command was trembling with heartache."
Zhou Si, carrying a knife, came closer, grinning with his two missing front teeth showing: "This ship needs a catchy name."
Everyone turned to look at Chen Yuanzhi.
Chen Yuanzhi stood on the deck, facing the sea breeze, stroking the account book he never parted with.
"Zhentian"
On the main gun barrel, the red and black "Megatron" banner rose in the wind.
The Zhenyuan was stopped on the sea surface a dozen or so feet away.
The demon ship, covered in Xuanwu bone armor, lay dormant nearby.
Xu Hao stood on the bow of the turtle-shell ship, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze.
Chen Yuanzhi, Luo Meng, Ni Hou, Zhou Si, and other new and old brothers lined up in two rows on the deck of the Zhentian, clasped their fists together, and bowed.
Xu Hao, carrying the Sea-Devouring Blade, grinned at them, revealing a set of white teeth.
"You all better live well. If anyone loses my 50% stake, I'll chop your heads off one by one when I get back."
Luo Meng roared at the top of his lungs, "Don't worry, Boss! Anyone who dares to touch our business, I'll tear them apart alive!"
The mud monkey chimed in, "Boss, wear more layers when you go north! Don't catch a cold!"
Xu Hao didn't waste any more words and waved his hand.
The bow of the Zhenyuan broke the water, emitting a low, mournful sound, and the bow turned around.
A hazy, ethereal mist rose from underwater, enveloping the massive ship in layers.
The seawater broke through, and white waves rolled in.
The Zhenyuan disappeared into the morning mist and headed north on its route without looking back.
After sailing for many days, the Zhenyuan left behind the last bit of salty, warm air from Shengzhou and plunged into the iron-gray sea.
Inside the Blood Fiend Training Room.
Xu Hao swung his sword and slashed, causing the "Myriad Transformations Heavenly Vault Scripture" to circulate in a great cycle.
Dark blue qi flowed out from the blade, continuously feeding into the ship's hull through the gaps in the wooden planks.
The Xuanwu bone armor at the bottom of the Zhenyuan had an enormous appetite, accepting everything without hesitation.
Nourished by the Qi of the Tongqiao Realm, the bone spurs and fleshy tendrils on the outside of the ship visibly grew thicker.
After the demon ship had eaten and drunk its fill, it rowed with extra vigor, increasing its speed by a whopping 30%.
The sky changed color at that moment.
The surrounding temperature plummeted, and even your breath could freeze into ice crystals.
The once deep blue seawater lost its color, turning into a lifeless, iron-gray.
Large and small pieces of floating ice crashed against the hull of the boat with the current, making a piercing clattering sound.
A cold front has arrived at the border between Mingzhou and Shengzhou.
Xu Hao finished his practice, stood up, pushed open the cabin door, and went out onto the deck for some fresh air.
This sea area is eerily quiet.
The wind stopped, the waves subsided, and even the carrion seabirds that usually circled the masts were nowhere to be seen.
He sniffed.
There was a smell in the air.
Rotten, fermenting, and with a slightly sweet and fishy taste.
One whiff and my stomach churned.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the scroll of the blessed land suddenly became hot.
A faint reddish warning halo appeared around the edge of the scroll.
The hint is very straightforward.
There is an unusual source of malevolent energy fluctuations in the sea ahead.
If a high-level blessed land painting can issue a warning, this thing is definitely not a good one.
Before Xu Hao could investigate further, thick fog surged in from all directions.
Ten feet away, it was all a vast expanse of white, so white that not even a shadow could be seen.
The Xuanwu bone armor of the Zhenyuan ship spontaneously glowed with a faint blue light.
The menacing turtle head at the bow pressed down, and all the tentacles at the bottom curled up, assuming a fully defensive posture.
This demon ship was actually on guard.
Xu Hao pressed down on the gunwale with one hand, and dark blue qi flowed through the wood straight to the seabed.
There's something underwater.
It was enormous, twice the size of the Zhentian, and was slowly moving forward, skimming the surface of the water.
It lacks the life rhythms of sea creatures and the characteristics of living beings with surging blood and qi.
Planks, nails, and a rotten mast.
It is a ship.
A boat that sank to the bottom of the water and continued to move on its own.