My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 750 - 433: Falling into the Abyss_2

Chapter 750: Chapter 433: Falling into the Abyss_2

The sea slowly slipped into the night, and tonight, as always, the ocean remained calm. The silvery moon in the night sky reflected in the sea, stirring up dark silver waves. Schools of elongated fish with flesh wings on their ribs frequently jumped out of the sea, forming elegant arcs in the moonlight. Their cries, akin to singing, echoed far across the sea.

Such a gentle and beautiful scene didn’t align with the aesthetic preference of the Fierce Ghost General, who grumbled and roared in his cabin, causing his subordinates to dare not approach.

Only the attendant came knocking with a flask of clear wine. The subordinates couldn’t help but feel sorry for him: this fellow was usually smart, so why did he poke the hornet’s nest tonight? Most likely, he’d get beheaded on the spot by the general.

"How dare you!" Sure enough, the moment he knocked, a roaring order erupted from inside the cabin, startling the attendant so much that he fell to his knees in fright, his face pale and shaking, and just barely missing a wave of blade energy that flew out.

The blade energy did not dissipate until it had traveled seven or eight yards, dropping a lock of hair from atop the attendant’s head.

The subordinates were astounded: This guy... his luck is incredible.

"G-G- General...," the attendant stuttered, "If the current scene is not to the general’s liking, why not use his great power to stir the wind and create a situation that the general would prefer? It would also be possible to order the strong men on the ship to compete against each other, t-t-to toast for good luck..."

Upon hearing this, the subordinates were outraged. You damn sly thing! You suggest the general change the weather and create a storm, adding pointless risk to our passage, and even propose a ridiculous "competition" amongst us martial cultivators? You’re not worried at all because you’re not the one who’s going to die!

They all exchanged puzzled glances: such ridiculous advice will certainly not be adopted... right?

"Hahaha!" Outbursts of laughter erupted from inside the cabin, immediately followed by a crashing sound of the cabin door blasted apart. The burly and fierce Fierce Ghost General appeared at the doorway with his hand on his long sword: "This idea suits my fancy!"

The subordinates: !??!

Crouching down, the attendant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. But he quickly raised his head, revealing an extremely flattering smile. "General, I have another suggestion. We have both martial and stealth cultivators on board. Why don’t we have them compete against each other? The losing party must carry out the winner’s orders unconditionally until we reach our destination. This will surely stimulate their competitive spirit."

The subordinates were furious and couldn’t hold back. They cried out together, "You scoundrel! This is a reversal of the order!"

"How can those filthy stealth cultivators be compared with my lofty martial cultivators?"

"This cunning villain deserves to have his head cut off!"

A wave of ferocious aura rolled off the Fierce Ghost General, forcing everyone to kneel. The Fierce Ghost General glared at his subordinates in the center, saying, "You all have a point. He is indeed a cunning little man!"

The attendant was shaking so hard he nearly fell over, while the subordinates were ecstatic, preparing to further encourage the general to kill him. But then they heard him say, "However, I do find his suggestion very interesting!"

With that, he suddenly flicked his fingers towards the sky. His long sword flew out of its sheath and whirled swiftly into the night sky, followed by a gust of turbulent wind that stirred up raging waves across the sea.

The sword spun swiftly, causing all six large ships to be caught in the tempest. The martial and stealth cultivators aboard the ships, as well as the sailors, were tossed about, helpless against the wind and waves.

"Hahaha—" The Fierce Ghost General roared with laughter as he tossed a golden fan into the sea, ordering, "Five martial cultivators and five stealth cultivators are to find this general’s golden fan. Those who succeed are the true men of Sangdao!"

Aboard the six ships, the stealth cultivators appeared frightened, but eager to try, whereas the martial cultivators were furious, albeit fearful of the raging sea. Under the coercion of the Fierce Ghost General, they selected ten men who dove into the sea amidst the waves and quickly vanished into the darkness.

The Fierce Ghost General stood at the bow of the flagship, immovable like a nail hammered into the deck. The rotating long sword already fell back into his waiting hands.

"If you cannot withstand such minor wind and waves, how will you search for the entrance to Fallen Sky Field in the Rakshasa Sea?" The Fierce Ghost General sternly questioned his subordinates. It was only then that they understood that behind his madness, there was actually a calculated plan rather than unchecked amusement.

"We will reach the Rakshasa Sea in a few days. Every night, select the most skilled and experienced martial and stealth cultivators to compete. In the end, the ten best performers will find the entrance."

The subordinates all bowed: "We obey!"

...

Owen Bertram opened his eyes, feeling somewhat smug: Such an impressive performance, such a shame it had to be carried out in secret with no one to show off to.

At least he got a new clue from the mouth of the Fierce Ghost General: Fallen Sky Field.

It was then that Owen realized his previous haste; he shouldn’t have killed off everyone in the Sangdao Delegation. Now the Wood Dynasty lacks any insider of Sangdao. He hesitated, stroking his chin: Should he catch someone at the last minute? With his divine power of Breaking Void, it would be easy.

However, Sang Island has its National Teacher, who is just as dangerous as Abner Lane... He mustn’t be impulsive, it’s better to take the long-term view!

But word has it that the Sang Island National Teacher is unparalleled in beauty, hmm...

...

Owen summoned Leroy Baker and not long after, the man managed to find a middle-aged man familiar with Sang Island amidst the many merchant teams of Moses Sect.