Chapter 83

In the vast sea, strong winds gathered dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the seagull, like a black lightning bolt, flew proudly... Suddenly, it was said that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, the mountain shrouded in mist. The exquisite pavilions rose amidst the five clouds, and many graceful fairies dwelled within...

Let the storm rage even more fiercely... You thief of a sky, if you want to block my path, you're just dreaming... The joy of fighting the sky is boundless, the joy of fighting people is boundless, today I will fight this storm...

There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors... Prepare to sing... There has never been a savior...

The azure sea churned with waves over ten meters high, rolling and crashing, the roar like thunder, the white foam pressed deep into the sea. The black clouds in the sky, like mountains, pressed down on the sea, turning the daylight into darkness. The storm was not just falling but pouring down.

In the distance, a waterspout was wreaking havoc, lightning flashed behind the spout, and the rolling thunder could not match the roar of the sea. At that moment, the power of the storm dominated the entire space.

Amidst the overwhelming waves, a large wooden sailing ship was tossing and turning, sometimes lifted to a height of over ten meters, then slammed back into the sea, and sometimes the entire ship was submerged in the waves, the sea sweeping everything on the deck.

This was a storm often encountered in the Pacific Ocean. The ocean, named for its peace, was actually far from peaceful. Every year, tornadoes devoured countless merchant ships at sea and destroyed the lives and property of countless coastal residents. This was the most terrifying moment for all sailors. No matter how advanced their navigation skills, when they encountered such a hurricane, they had no choice but to endure.

But today, on the pitch-black sea, on this wooden sailing merchant ship in imminent danger, a series of faint roars pierced through the storm, expressing boundless defiance to heaven and earth.

It was Xiao Letian, this arrogant time traveler, who had tied himself to the main mast, facing the surging waves, shouting hysterically. He sang高尔基's "The Seagull," Li Bai's "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow," and even the "Internationale" which had not yet been published, interspersed with his irreverence towards the gods.

"Dragon King, Dragon King, if you have the power, come and eat me... Sea God Poseidon, where is your trident, let me see the lightning on it..."

Xiao Letian was going mad, while the others on the deck were desperately trying to save the ship. Captain Corsica stood firmly on the deck, one hand gripping the rope, the other directing the sailors to lower the sails.

"Cut the ropes, immediately abandon this secondary sail... It will drag us to hell, brave children, charge forward, whoever completes this task, I will reward him with a thousand gold coins..." Before he could finish, a wave crashed over him, cutting off his words.

Captain Corsica was right. In the storm at sea, if the sails were not lowered in time, the strong wind would easily carry the ship around the ocean or even capsize it. On the current Lucky, all the main and secondary sails had been rolled up, except for one secondary sail still flapping in the wind on the highest main mast.

The flapping sailcloth flew like a flag in the air, the long ropes whipped around like whips, making a crackling sound. Two sailors had already been whipped into the sea, their fates unknown.

"We can't do it, Captain, the wind is too strong, we can't get close..."

"The force of the ropes is too powerful, we can't avoid it..."

More than ten sailors clung to the mast, only a step away from the sailcloth, but that step was the distance between life and death.

"What should we do? Who can tell me what to do!" At this moment, a voice like a bell rang in everyone's ears, but the foreign sailors did not understand what he was saying.

"Lord Dragon... I'm here, can you climb up the main mast and cut that flapping sail, and throw it into the sea..." Xiao Letian shouted.

"Adviser! Why did you come to the deck, we searched the cabin and couldn't find you..." After saying this, Xiang Shaolong was about to untie the rope, but Xiao Letian stopped him, "Lord Dragon, don't untie it, I may be getting wet, but I'm safe now... Quickly tear that sail, and I'll be even safer..."

Xiang Shaolong knew that once Xiao Letian's stubbornness came out, no one could change his mind. He had to let go of the adviser, drew a bright dagger from his chest, and began to climb the main mast with his hands and feet.

The foreign sailors were stunned. A man who had never been to sea before climbed the mast more agilely and steadily than they did.

They did not know that Xiang Shaolong's hands were infused with internal strength, and he could leave a faint handprint on the wooden mast with one grab.

Lord Dragon climbed up the mast, quickly approaching the flapping sail. At this moment, a rope soaked with rain was whipping in the air. If it hit someone, they would surely be thrown into the sea. Xiang Shaolong looked down at the azure sea, then up at the dark sky, gritted his teeth, and suddenly flew out like a swallow.

"No..." The captain and sailors on the deck collectively cried out, not understanding why the bodyguard of Scholar Xiao wanted to commit suicide. But before they could finish shouting, an incredible scene unfolded. Xiang Shaolong, like a seagull, lightly grabbed the whipping rope in the air.

At this moment, Xiang Shaolong seemed to lose his weight, flying in the sky like a kite, pulled by the rope. Then he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, straightening the rope, and with a flick of his hand, he flew towards the connection between the rope and the mast.

A flash of the blade, the sail flew into the vast sea, and Lord Dragon fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Hero! Be careful..." The foreigners were moved to tears, never expecting this Qing man to sacrifice his life for the safety of the entire ship.

But before their tears could reach their chins, Lord Dragon suddenly flicked his left hand, and the rope whipped out like a snake, wrapping around a protruding mast with a crack. Lord Dragon was saved.

The foreign sailors were stunned, watching the agile Xiang Shaolong, not knowing how to describe him, but these old sailors knew that the safety of the merchant ship had greatly increased.

Lord Dragon, braving the wind and rain, walked to Xiao Letian's side and shouted, "Mr. Xiao... let's go to the cabin..." But Xiao Letian shook his head vigorously and shouted in Lord Dragon's ear, "I won't go back... do you know... scientists have calculated that in a storm, tying yourself to the mast... increases your chances of survival..."

Xiao Letian didn't know what expert analysis he had heard in his previous life, but he remembered a documentary that said when a ship was about to disintegrate, the mast was one of the easiest parts to use for survival. On the contrary, if people hid in the cabin, once the sea water flooded in, many would drown before they could swim out.

"Lord Dragon, do you know? If this ship really breaks apart, we'll just take a bath in the sea, this big piece of wood will immediately carry us to float. As long as we can breathe, we can survive..."

Lord Dragon was also dazed by the storm, and since he always regarded Xiao Letian as an all-knowing scholar, he did not doubt his words. "Alright, I'll go to the cabin and tell the brothers to come to the deck and get wet..."

In no time, Captain Corsica watched in amazement as dozens of Xiao Letian's subordinates emerged, each tying themselves to the mast or barrels, some even directly to the sides of the deck.

"Where the adviser is, we are... " Xiang Shaolong, Xiao He Xin, Sima Yun, Luo Huo... these most loyal subordinates all appeared on the Lucky, and among them was a middle-aged man with a sallow face, very unfamiliar, but respected by everyone, including Xiao Letian.

"Crazy, they're all crazy..." Captain Corsica had no time to join their madness. Seeing that the mast was safe, he turned and went back to the captain's cabin.

Now, the Lucky could only rely on luck. The wooden clipper drifted helplessly in the waves, and the people on board were praying to their gods, hoping to avoid this disaster.

The most difficult moment finally passed. Half an hour later, Xiao Letian, who was singing the "Internationale," suddenly noticed a glimmer of light at the horizon. It was the end of the storm, the edge of the storm cloud, and the sun finally appeared again.

"Sunshine always comes after the rain, the sky is clear above the clouds... Sunshine always comes after the rain, believe in the rainbow..." With his hoarse voice, Xiao Letian finally used his sound weapon to defeat the evil sea god and dragon, almost driving the people on the deck mad.

Later, when Xiao Letian recalled the storm, he said with great self-mockery, "I was scared at the time, fortunately, the rain soaked me, otherwise, you would have seen me wet my pants. Singing can boost courage, it really wasn't a lie..."

The sea finally began to calm down. The sea was exceptionally beautiful, with only small ripples on the surface. The sky above was half black and half bright, a rainbow spanning the horizon, countless seagulls flying in the bright end, and the fish in the sea, due to the storm bringing abundant oxygen, were unusually active.

"Lord Shi, what are you looking at?" Xiao Letian, after drinking two sips of strong liquor, walked to the bow of the ship, stood next to the middle-aged man with the sallow face, and handed him the silver wine flask.

"I'm thinking about our journey to Ryukyu. It might also be a big storm, and I don't know if we can see the rainbow after the storm, like the strange songs you sing..." The man with the sallow face spoke, his voice incredibly familiar. It was Shi Dakai in disguise, our Prince of the Wing.

Xiao Letian smiled and took a deep breath, "Don't worry, Lord Shi, Ryukyu is currently in a power vacuum. Our only enemy is the Shimazu family of Satsuma. As long as we intimidate them, Ryukyu will not escape our grasp..."

At this moment, the lookout suddenly shouted in French, "There's a wreck ahead, a wreck one nautical mile ahead..." Captain Corsica rushed to the bow and pulled out his monocular to look.

"Prepare the dinghy, we're going to rescue them..."

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