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Chapter 1048 - 1048 535 Years in a Rush (4000)

Chapter 1048: 535 Years in a Rush (4000) Chapter 1048: 535 Years in a Rush (4000) “Swoosh… Swoosh…”

The light blue waves slapped against the White Pier, the overlapping tides swaying to create a wide expanse of glittering golden ripples under the sunlight. In the distance, above the sea level, the rising sun slowly ascended. Water Birds flapped their wings and glided past, their movements graceful as they emitted crisp calls.

Next to the dock, a row of wooden fishing boats were moored side by side, with their ropes tied to the railings, bobbing up and down with the tide. The fishermen, who had risen early to work, shouldered their heavy nets as they made their way to their own vessels. The dock was bustling, home to not only the fishermen but also sailors and laborers. Some merchant ships had docked the previous night and were just beginning to unload their cargo this morning.

Time ticked away and the Sun rose higher, hanging in the pristine clouds. The reflection of sunlight on the surface of the water was no longer dazzling, revealing a hint of azure in the blue waves. In the distance, several shadows slowly emerged on the sea level.

“Another fleet coming in?”

Government personnel responsible for maintaining order at the dock peered out.

Gradually, the shadows grew nearer, revealing their specific forms.

The leaders were two mutually supportive giant Wind Sail Warships. Their hulls were exceptionally thick, covered with special tung oil, and the protruding ram spikes on the surface gave them a hint of Killing Intention. Following behind the Wind Sail Warships was a merchant ship, quietly trailing along as if part of the same group.

“Is that a warship?”

“The fleet that left half a month ago?”

The Government personnel exchanged glances but nonetheless moved close and stood quietly.

Among the crowd, several figures silently waiting lit up with recognition after confirming a few times. Instantly, a number of them quickly left the pier.

Ten minutes later, the two Wind Sail Warships and the merchant ship slowly docked beside the pier, instantly becoming the focus of everyone’s gaze. It was not only because these ships were exceptionally large but more so because the lower parts of the two Wind Sail Warships were covered in large swathes of mottled bloodstains. The stains appeared somewhat darkened, yet one could still imagine the horrifying amount of bloodshed.

Had there been a sea battle? Or had they encountered a terrible Sea Demon?

The people on the dock weren’t wrong in their guesses; it indeed was a Sea Demon, more specifically, the legendary Devil Fish of the coastal regions. Casio had killed this creature in the Storm Band, and upon its Corpse’s Explosion, blood had dyed a vast expanse of the sea red. As the fleet sailed through, the hulls were stained, leaving some Traces.

So it appeared as though they had gone through a fierce battle.

Click, click, click…

A wooden ladder was lowered and placed on the dock.

From the three ships, a line of black Silhouettes emerged, their robust figures alone looking strong and not to be trifled with. Not to mention their nerve-wracking Aura, which made people instinctively keep their distance. Especially those who disembarked from the merchant ship, each one carrying exaggerated Weapons, whose sharp ends glinted with a chilling white light in the sunlight, unmistakably lethal.

By the pier, today’s staff swallowed hard.

Glancing at the slender sword in their hands, then back to the one-eyed, black-clothed giant in the forefront. The giant shouldered a black broadsword as wide and massive as his own body. Each step he took on the dock caused a heavy thud. Moreover, he had a pair of Axes hanging at his waist, their exaggerated blades seeming as if they were created for chopping Rhinos.

“These… these fierce men… are they here to rob the dock?”

The Dock Staff looked at each other, their legs becoming weak with uncertainty. They were unsure whether to approach or to turn and run, an agonizing decision.

However, fortunately, they soon put their minds at ease.

From the road behind the dock, a superior had arrived. The middle-aged man, dressed in Aristocrat’s attire, jogged toward the pier, huffing and puffing. Once he reached the dock, he immediately began to clear the area. Soon, only the Fighters from the Secret Martial Arts World, the Eerie Night Guest from Black Rain Villa, and the Dock Staff were left. Two minutes later, even the Staff retreated.

In the vacant area, only the team returning from Immortal Island remained.

“Move the Secret manuals onto the shore.”

“Be careful. Don’t damage the Secret manuals!”

“Whoever ruins a Secret manual will lose a share of their allocation!”

The voices of Fighters rang out on the pier. They moved back and forth between the Wind Sail Warships and the dock, arranging sturdy wooden chests neatly.

Initially, the plan was to allocate the Secret manuals during the return journey. However, it wasn’t going smoothly, because each Sect had different demands, and specifics varied drastically, likely taking longer than anticipated. Moreover, halfway through, the leader Casio started writing the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission, accidentally losing himself in the process. For several days, he was confined to his cabin.

Therefore, the individuals of the Secret Martial Arts World had no choice but to wait. The plan was to transport all the ancient Secret manuals to East Sea City first and then call over sharp-eyed, Experienced Elders from the various Sects to carefully select them.

Tap, tap, tap… Tap, tap, tap…

On the main road of the dock, a large group of Silhouettes quickly made their way without interruption. They were unmistakably the Elders and Disciples of various Schools, who despite not having journeyed to Immortal Island with the fleet, had been stationed near the pier.

Waiting for the triumphant return of the team.

After more than half a month, the fleet that had set out finally returned.

“Gate Master, are… are all these… the inheritance of the Secret Martial Art!?”

An Elder with white-flecked hair widened his eyes, pointing to a dozen or so sturdy wooden chests on the ground, tentatively asking his Sect’s Gate Master.