Chapter 1343: Mistaken Identity

Chapter 1343: Big Mistake

In the vast and boundless Cāngmáng Star Sea, the waves surged powerfully as the thunder warship sped through like a streak of light.

After repairing the warship, Xiǎo Líng Wā climbed back onto the cannon platform, focusing his gaze toward the rear. As far as he could see, there were no traces of the Bái Yuè Jiāo warships left, only the roaring waves.

Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, crouching neatly on the platform like a wolfhound. Even after reincarnation, he hadn't shaken off his old habits from his previous life: crunching on source stones with a rhythmic snap.

Meanwhile, Yè Chén was far from relaxed, his vital energy still surging as he pushed the warship to its limits.

Nine days had passed since that sea battle, and although they had left the Bái Yuè Jiāo far behind, he dared not let down his guard. He knew they were still being pursued, and there was no telling when they might catch up.

"Why the rush? Those punks can't catch up to us anyway."Xiǎo Líng Wā glanced at Yè Chén.

"Best to go faster—makes me feel safer." Yè Chén replied, adding another hundred thousand source stones.

"Never seen such a cowardly Huāng Gǔ Shèng Tǐ."

"You're pretty imposing when you're the one cowering."

"Tch." Xiǎo Líng Wā shrugged it off and kept munching on source stones, his chewing steady and rhythmic.

"Tch." Yè Chén ignored him, using a secret technique to lock the warship's course before jumping down from the command platform and bustling around the vessel.

Soon, the warship hummed and trembled, shrinking to a fraction of its size. It was enhanced with Zhōu Tiān evolution and its aura concealed, appearing to outsiders as just an imperial-level warship.

Xiǎo Líng Wā glanced over but said nothing, understanding Yè Chén's reasoning. The Xuán Huáng Star Sea was fraught with dangers, full of unknown threats, and drawing too much attention could attract powerful pirates.

From then on, the warship fell quiet. Yè Chén sat cross-legged in meditation, while Xiǎo Líng Wā snored away in sleep.

Day turned to night, and the cycle repeated.

In the blink of an eye, another nine days slipped by.

The Bái Yuè Jiāo hadn't caught up, and the star sea remained relatively calm, but Yè Chén grew restless.

It was all because of this Xuán Huáng Star Sea—it was extraordinarily vast. Even with their saint-weapon-level warship racing at full speed for nine days, they hadn't reached the other side, not even catching a glimpse of the distant shore.

"In your inherited memories, are there any other secrets about the Xuán Huáng Star Sea? What's its origin? This is just too immense." Helpless, Yè Chén shot a sidelong glance at Xiǎo Líng Wā above.

"You must have heard of Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì." Xiǎo Líng Wā popped a bright source stone into his mouth.

"Of course." Yè Chén nodded immediately, his eyes filled with profound reverence. Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì was one of the most dazzling great emperors of the human race, who single-handedly battled six great emperors from the Tiān Mó Domain. He stood guard at the gates of the heavens for eight hundred years, fighting until his last drop of blood. Among the one hundred and thirty emperors of Xuán Huáng, he was the only one who died in battle—a bloody chapter in history.

"Speaking of Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì, he seems to have quite the connection with the Huāng Gǔ Shèng Tǐ lineage." Xiǎo Líng Wā glanced at Yè Chén. "The fusion of Huāng Gǔ Shèng Tǐ and Dào Líng Zhī Tǐ is truly overbearing and unmatched."

"I know that already—no need for you to remind me. Tell me something I don't know." Yè Chén rolled his eyes at Xiǎo Líng Wā. "What's the link between the Xuán Huáng Star Sea and Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì?"

"The Xuán Huáng Star Sea is formed from Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì's dantian sea."

"This..."

"The great emperors of the human race are worthy of respect." Xiǎo Líng Wā continued, his face full of reverence—that was the respect from the Bá Lóng Wáng lineage toward the human race's great emperors. "He transformed his own dantian sea into a star sea, encircling the Xuán Huáng Continent. It's a major barrier against the Tiān Mó. This was Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì's final effort for the myriad realms of the heavens, eternally guarding the beings of the ten thousand domains."

"So that's it." Yè Chén's heart was far from calm, his reverence for Xuán Gǔ Dà Dì deepening even more. The great emperors of the human race fought to their last drop of blood and continued to protect all living beings even in death.

"That's also why the Xuán Huáng Star Sea restricts the power of cultivators." Xiǎo Líng Wā went on. "This is an eternal secret, known to few. I wouldn't know it without the memory inheritance."

"The myriad realms of the heavens are truly full of mysteries everywhere." Yè Chén took a deep breath.

"Huh? There's a warship up ahead." As Yè Chén pondered, Xiǎo Líng Wā, who had been squatting, suddenly stood up on two legs, holding a device called a telescope.

Hearing this, Yè Chén turned his head and looked. Through the surging waves and hazy star mist, he spotted more than a dozen ancient warships. It was quite an impressive fleet.

As they watched, the dozen or so warships became clearer, lined up in a row and cutting through the waves. Each one had over a dozen figures standing on deck, all wielding large blades.

"Stop the ship! We're robbing you!" A bold, wolf-like howl echoed across the sea.

"Hey, this gets my blood pumping." Xiǎo Líng Wā perked up, pulling out heaps of source stones and activating the attack array on the cannon platform, ready to unleash havoc.

"Look who's actually running into pirates." Yè Chén stroked his chin, guessing that the other side had mistaken their warship for an imperial-level one, or they wouldn't have dared to attack.

"Stop the ship! We're robbing you!" The shout came again, full of the pirates' trademark arrogance and ferocity.

"Huh?" Yè Chén, who was about to maneuver the warship into action, paused at the sound. His eyes sharpened as he focused intently on the central ancient warship ahead. It felt as if he could see straight through the thousands of zhàng of star sea to the two figures standing at its bow.

They were two old men, sleazy and unkempt—one picking his nose, the other his ear, both at it with gusto, occasionally pausing to yell over at them.

"Gǔ Sān Tōng, Wú Yá Dào Rén." Yè Chén's eyes lit up in an instant. Through his calculations, he confirmed they were reincarnated individuals—and ones he knew well, with high seniority at that.

Suddenly, his mind began to blur, or rather, whenever he encountered reincarnated people, he couldn't help but recall their past lives. Just like these two, their previous selves were still fresh in his memory.

Boom!

While he was distracted, the warship where Gǔ Sān Tōng and Wú Yá Dào Rén stood was struck by a cannon blast, and he watched helplessly as the two plunged into the star sea.

Yè Chén snapped back to reality and roared upward, "Who the hell told you to fire?"

"What's the problem?" Xiǎo Líng Wā, who was lining up another shot, froze on the spot. No need to ask—it was this guy who had just sunk Gǔ Sān Tōng and Wú Yá Dào Rén's warship.

"Those are reincarnated people, you idiot!" Yè Chén cursed, rushing back to the command platform and madly burning source stones. His saint blood surged as he steered the warship toward that section of the star sea. It had been tough enough finding these two reincarnated souls—what a mess if they drowned.

Hearing Yè Chén's words, Xiǎo Líng Wā's expression turned priceless. He had been all bold and brash, firing a cannon to sink an enemy ship, but who knew it would lead to this awkward twist.

Meanwhile, the other warships ahead had all halted, their crews staring over with faces full of terror.

After all, the ship that was sunk was their main vessel—a quasi-saint weapon level one. To blast through it with a single shot meant the enemy's warship had to be saint-weapon level. What a blunder—a serious miscalculation.

The faces of everyone on the dozen or so warships paled.

Clearly, the enemy's warship wasn't the imperial-level one it appeared to be—it was saint-weapon level. If they'd known, only a fool would have tried to rob them.

"Quick, save them!" Someone shouted in panic after a moment's shock. The people from the sunk warship were still flailing in the star sea—they hadn't been killed, but they'd drown if not rescued soon.

Immediately, one warship cast out a specially refined net to fish out the fallen.

As for the remaining warships, they formed a line to block the way, all activating their array cannons to hold off the incoming thunder warship and buy time for the rescue.

These people were surprisingly loyal—facing a powerful enemy, they didn't scatter and flee but risked confronting a saint-weapon-level warship to save their comrades.