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After more than ten days and nights of travel, Jiang Zhen finally caught sight of the outline of Vast Sea City as dusk settled on the horizon.
The two characters " Vast Sea " on the city wall shimmered with the color of water in the sea breeze, and the hustle and bustle of the dock could be heard from afar—the shouts of merchant ships unloading cargo mixed with the salty sea breeze, and the mermaid lanterns in the market fell like stars, making the whole city sparkle.
Jiang Zhen held the Blue Silver Emperor flowerpot, the leaves wrapped in cloth trembling slightly, as if echoing the overflowing aura of water element.
He didn't rush into the city, but changed into clean clothes in the woods on the outskirts of the city. The mud and dust he had picked up on the journey were shaken off by his soul power. The new clothes were coarse cloth shirts he bought on the way, but they couldn't hide the fatigue and excitement in his eyes.
After confirming that his breathing had stabilized, he walked toward the city gate.
The cries of street vendors reached my ears: "Fresh bluefin fish! Five copper soul coins a pound! And crystal shells, the ones that have awakened their intelligence!"
He walked straight to the busiest restaurant on the street.
The shopkeeper was about to stop him when he saw him carrying a flowerpot, but he was stopped by the gold soul coins he showed him—ten gold soul coins were slapped on the counter, enough to reserve the top-floor window seat.
"Bring everything on your menu!"
Jiang Zhen removed the cloth wrapping and placed the Blue Silver Emperor on a chair to the side.
The leaves in the flowerpot unfurled, faintly resonating with the sound of the tides outside the window.
Before long, the dishes were served in a continuous stream: thin slices of bluefin bream belly, as white as ice jade, were arranged on a plate with Seagrass ; crystal clams were half-cooked, with minced garlic on top of the clam meat...
Jiang Zhen wolfed down all the food on the table.
After a long while, Jiang Zhen finished the last sip of fish bone soup, still feeling a little unsatisfied...
After leaving the restaurant, Jiang Zhen headed straight for "Shuiyunfang" in the market.
The waiter at the restaurant said that this is the most famous tailor shop in Vast Sea City. The fabric is mixed with mermaid silk, which is waterproof and breathable.
When he lifted the bamboo curtain, the shopkeeper was taking measurements for a customer. Seeing him enter, his gaze lingered on the flowerpot for a moment before quickly shifting away: "What kind of fabric would you like, sir?"
Why would anyone still grow Blue Silver Grass? What kind of hobby is that?
"I want the lightest one, with a subtle embroidered wave pattern and a narrow neckline."
Jiang Zhen's fingertips brushed against a piece of indigo fabric, and the unique coolness of the mermaid silk seeped into his skin, causing his soul power to relax slightly.
He also chose two plain white linens, which together cost no more than five gold soul coins.
Two hours later.
After leaving the tailor shop, he went to browse the general store and bought some daily necessities.
As the sun began to set, Jiang Zhen found a seemingly honest-looking real estate agent on a street corner: "I need a house in the suburbs, quiet, near water, the sooner the better."
The intermediary, surnamed Wu and nicknamed "Water Rat," led him into a bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city three-quarters of an hour later.
After turning three corners, a small courtyard with green tiles comes into view: water hyacinth vines climb the courtyard wall, and a half-worn copper bell hangs on the lintel, making a soft "ding-a-ling" sound when the door is pushed open.
Even more wonderfully, there is a spring in the backyard with a mysterious blue light emanating from its source.
Beside the spring stands an ancient tree, its branches and leaves gently rustling in the evening breeze.
"The original owner of this courtyard was an old Soul Master who went to the Star Dou Great Forest and never came back..." Wu Zhongjie rubbed his hands together, looking forward to the gold Soul Coins that Jiang Zhen would drop.
"There are 3000 gold soul coins inside, is that enough?"
Jiang Zhen didn't waste any words and threw out a cloth bag.
The agent immediately beamed and handed it over without even carefully checking the land deed.
After the courtyard gate closed, Jiang Zhen first carried the Blue Silver Emperor flowerpot to the backyard.
Plant it next to the spring.
Suddenly, the blue-purple leaves trembled, and the golden veins seemed to come alive and move.
After tidying up the Blue Silver Emperor, he looked around the yard again before finally going back to the house to clean up.
Two hours later, Jiang Zhen, holding a mop, looked at the clean and tidy room and smiled with satisfaction.
Jiang Zhen looked around the tidy room with satisfaction. There were still traces of water stains on the wooden floor, which shimmered under the soft light.
He straightened up, placed the mop against the wall, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
He strolled to the window, pushed open the wooden window, and the salty sea breeze immediately rushed in, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead.
In the backyard, the newly planted Blue Silver Emperor plant, bathed in the interplay of moonlight and the blue glow of the spring water, had golden veins on its leaves that seemed to flow slowly as if alive, as if in harmonious resonance with the mysterious blue light emanating from the spring.
Just as he was about to close the window and rest, he heard a very faint creak from under his feet. It wasn't the natural groan of wood, but more like... some kind of hollow echo.
Jiang Zhen paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He squatted down and gently tapped a few floorboards near where he had just been standing with his knuckles.
Knock, knock, knock.
...knock, knock.
The sounds were indeed subtly different.
The echo from one of the floorboards sounded somewhat hollow.
He carefully felt the edge of the floorboard, his fingernails digging into the cracks.
He quickly discovered a tiny, almost imperceptible dent. He released a small amount of soul power from his fingertips and gently pressed it down.
"Clatter."
With a soft click of a mechanism, a corner of the floorboard bounced up slightly.
Jiang Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he carefully lifted the floorboard.
A narrow stone staircase, just wide enough for one person to pass through, stretched downwards and came into view, carrying with it the musty smell of stale air and a faint scent of ink.
"Basement?" he muttered to himself. The real estate agent, Wu, hadn't mentioned it.
He took out an ordinary oil lamp he had bought from a grocery store and lit it; the orange light dispelled the darkness at the entrance.
The stairs are not long, and after going down, there is a small space, about ten square meters.
There was no dust inside as I had imagined, and although the air was stale, it wasn't particularly polluted, suggesting a clever ventilation design.
Inside, there was only a stone table, a stone bench, and a leaning against the wall, with a few rolls of animal hide and a few books scattered on it, all covered with a thin layer of dust.
Jiang Zhen first went to the .
The books were mostly miscellaneous books about soul beasts, ocean geography, and some low-level soul master cultivation experiences, and there was nothing particularly special about them.
His gaze finally settled on the rolls of parchment.
He picked up the top roll; it felt smooth to the touch and had clearly undergone special treatment to prevent decay.
Unfold it, and you'll find densely packed, neat handwriting, along with a detailed route map.
The very first sentence made his pupils shrink:
"I, Lin Han, a Soul Emperor-level Battle Soul Master, survived by sheer luck from the perilous overseas island of 'Seagod Island' twenty years ago, and this is recorded here..."
Poseidon Island?!
He suppressed his excitement and began to read carefully by the light.
The notebook's owner, Lin Han, meticulously recorded his experience of being shipwrecked in his youth, when his ship was destroyed by a terrifying sea monster, and how he miraculously drifted to Seagod Island.
The island's Soul Masters are incredibly powerful, worshipping a being known as the "Sea God," and are xenophobic and harsh.
As an outsider, he experienced many hardships and nearly lost his life several times, but by chance, he also witnessed some of the island's wonders and even saw the legendary "Mount Poseidon" and "Light of Poseidon" from afar.
The notes were filled with lingering fear and relief: "...The island's native Soul Masters were unfathomably powerful and extremely hostile towards mainland Soul Masters, regarding them as heretics. I barely escaped with my life on the line; it was truly a stroke of luck. Returning to this perilous place would have meant certain death, yet the island's secrets and the wonders of the Vast Sea are truly breathtaking..."
He also drew up extremely detailed nautical charts, marking the route from near Vast Sea City, around dangerous waters, to the outskirts of Poseidon Island in relative safety, as well as several secluded islets where supplies could be temporarily replenished.
The map even marks several extremely dangerous areas in red.
At the end of the notes, Lin Han's handwriting appeared somewhat hurried and complex: "...Several years have passed since my return, and what I saw and heard on the island often appears in my dreams. However, I am well aware of my own insignificant strength and have no courage to set foot there again. I only hope that I may encounter a great opportunity in the future, or... However, the situation on the continent is constantly changing, the Spirit Hall is powerful, and a new star is rising in Haotian, so I fear there will be no peaceful days."
He carefully rolled up the nautical chart and notes, his eyes sharp as knives.
He will definitely go to Poseidon Island if he has the chance!
He put the animal skin paper into his storage ring.
At this moment, another important matter came to mind—enhancing strength is the foundation for implementing all plans.
This place is exceptionally quiet and secluded from the world, making it the perfect location to absorb precious soul bones!
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