Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

With two loud explosions, the bottoms of the two suicide warships charging forward with thick smoke were blasted with two large holes. The turbulent river water rushed in, and the ships' rapid advance seemed to be paused, gradually sinking into the Celestial River.

Sun Meng, standing right next to Chen Mo, was utterly stunned, staring at the purple sun hovering behind Chen Mo as if he were looking at an Immortal God.

Perhaps due to the change in title, having not called it for a long time, Sun Meng almost forgot that Chen Mo had another title, "Immortal Master Chen."

Seeing this scene, the personal soldiers shouted in admiration of the Marquis's might, their morale soaring immediately, flaunting bravely in the face of an enemy several times their number.

The throwers were also incredibly excited, their faces flushed. Following such a "master," they felt no regret even in death. However, they didn't forget their duty, glaring with wide eyes and erecting their ears.

As the standard bearer quickly lowered the command flag in his hand, the order officer beside him shouted, "Release."

All the throwers on the seven warships lit the fuses of the pottery bombs.

In an instant, dozens of pottery jars soared into the air, taking a parabolic trajectory, flying toward the fleet of blocking warships ahead.

Meanwhile, on the flagship, Wu Yu and Liu Ji both widened their mouths, their eyes bulging like copper bells, their eyeballs seemingly about to pop out. They couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Third Grade... Divine Power Realm..."

They could hardly believe it.

How old is Chen Mo?

Twenty years old, maybe.

Already an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist in his young age...

They couldn't imagine it. Even with Chen Mo's previous capture of Liang Song, they wouldn't associate Chen Mo with an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

At most, they considered Chen Mo a relatively powerful Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

Or perhaps Chen Mo captured Liang Song using military forces.

They felt as if they had lived their years in vain.

Yet before they could think twice, they saw dozens of black objects shot toward them.

In the next second, as if flowering in all directions, these black objects fell onto the ship decks, and the fuses burned out, exploding apart.

The stored iron pieces, wood chips, and rubble inside scattered out, causing massive damage on the densely packed decks.

Because these were enhanced fire bombs, while causing extensive damage, they also blew a large hole in the warships.

These enhanced fire bombs were intended for blasting city gates. City gates are much harder than warships and couldn't withstand the bombardment.

In no time, the once orderly warships of Wu Yu fell into chaos, cries rose in all directions, and a pungent smell of sulfur and gunpowder mixed with smoke wafted into the air.

The two or three warships in the middle took six or seven pottery bomb hits, directly sinking, breaking open a wide gap in the defense line.

Chen Mo's fleet sped through this large opening, breaking their blockade.

"Governor, be careful."

Beside him, the personal soldier quickly knocked Wu Yu to the ground. In the next second, a violet-gold light wheel shot over, snapping the mast from the base, heavily crashing onto the deck.

Wu Yu was alarmed. If not for the personal soldier knocking him down, his head would have exploded just now.

Wu Yu's personal soldiers reacted extremely swiftly, surrounding Wu Yu as a human shield the instant the mast fell, sealing him tightly.

This made Chen Mo, who had just picked up the bow on the command platform, frown slightly.

He glanced backward and saw a dozen warships quickly catching up, relentlessly pursuing.

Especially those two suicide vessels.

"Go."

Chen Mo pointed with his finger.

The massive purple sun, half a zhang in size, floating behind him, spun and flew out. In just a blink, the purple sun continued to expand, like an ever-inflating balloon, the radiance it emitted flickering unstably.

It grew from half a zhang to nearly three zhang.

Boom!

The purple sun seemed to have reached a threshold, exploding open suddenly. A powerful energy spewed out, swallowing one of the suicide warships.

"Boom!"

The engulfed warship turned directly into dust, causing a five to six zhang high water column to rise from the river.

The heat wave from the explosion swept in all directions, overturning the other suicide warship with the water waves.

Actually, by this point, Chen Mo and his fleet could have chosen not to run.

Since entering the Third-Grade Martial Artist level, Chen Mo could restore his innate spiritual qi through ordinary sunlight, albeit needing the solar purple qi in the morning for cultivation.

The innate spiritual qi exhausted by using divine power just now could be restored under such a large sun in no time.

However, Wu Yu and his forces held the advantage in numbers. Chen Mo brought his personal guard battalion, not the navy, which wasn't adept in water battles. Moreover, they were the elite among the three armies, and losing even one would pain Chen Mo.

If they stopped to fight hard, even if they won, it would be like killing a thousand enemies at the cost of losing eight hundred.

With arrangements already made, it was clearly unwise to do so.

"Accelerate out of this water region," Chen Mo ordered Sun Meng.

"Chase, quick chase."

Liu Ji urged Wu Yu as Chen Mo's fleet attempted to escape.

Wu Yu knew he couldn't let Chen Mo's fleet get away. When he resolved to ambush Chen Mo in this water region, there was no turning back.

Because what happened here would soon reach Wu Yanqing's ears, and if Chen Mo escaped, Wu Yu would die for sure.

"Chase, don't let them escape," Wu Yu ordered.

...

"Marquis, they're catching up," Sun Meng reported shortly after breaking the blockade.

In response, Chen Mo showed no remaining panic. He took out a map, spread it out, then pointed to the location of "Fengling Port," instructing Sun Meng to relay orders for the ships to dock there.

Sun Meng was shocked, "Marquis, Fengling Port is still in Jiangdong. If we land there and the pursuers surround us, won't we be trapped with no escape?"

Chen Mo smiled, "It's time for us to repay them in their own coin."

The fleet quickly arrived at Fengling Port, and Chen Mo, with Wu Mi and the personal guard battalion, swiftly disembarked.

Wu Yu's pursuers arrived, finding it peculiar, but with no other choice at the moment, also ordered docking to continue the pursuit.

But they haven't pursued long.

Ahead, a Wu Navy sailor leading the charge suddenly had his pupils widen, unable to dodge in time, watching a black line pierce his throat. Then his vision went black.

A feathered arrow shot straight into his throat.

Wu Yu's face changed.

In the next moment.

"Dong dong dong..."

Drums began to boom around the mountain forest, and bright flags were raised all around.

Wu Yu looked up, seeing the mountain forests on both sides filled with fully armed Chen Army soldiers.