Chapter 646: Near Death

The vast sea surface heaved and undulated, the sky and water nearly merging into one line. Waves dozens of zhang high crashed incessantly, the sea churning violently.

This stretch of sea could be considered calm, with few ferocious beasts in the void, only the sound of great waves pounding the shore.

In the far distance, a large ship came sailing across, actually a thousand zhang in size! Its entire hull was tinged with a golden afterglow, forged entirely from refined materials—a breathtaking feat.

Though countless huge waves struck it, the ship stood firm and unmoving, like a moving mountain, its golden radiance continuously blooming.

As the view drew closer, many figures could be seen moving about on the ship. On the huge deck, seven or eight men were laughing boisterously, clearly chatting about manly topics.

A rather rough-faced man was laughing heartily, about to speak, when his moving eyes suddenly froze. Then he frowned, shifting his gaze to a certain spot...

The vast sea stretched endlessly, but a body could be seen floating on the surface. The rough-faced man's pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed, "Look! There's a person over there!"

As his startled words fell, the surrounding men stopped laughing. Their eyes followed his gaze, staring uncertainly at the body floating on the sea.

"My goodness, with waves this big, this kid's body wasn't torn to pieces!" The rough-faced man was startled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Chief, what do we do? He's probably dead already," a red-faced man scratched his head and asked the rough-faced man.

The group hesitated. Anything could happen while sailing the East Sea. If they rescued a stranger and he was dead, it would be fine; but if he was alive, it would be hard to explain to their superiors, and they might face punishment.

"I think we should take a look first. If he's alive, the kid's got some luck," the rough-faced man said, smacking his lips to the men around him.

"Alright, let's have a look. Maybe his ship was attacked nearby. It wouldn't be right to let him die." Since their chief had made the decision, the others had nothing to say.

With a bang, the man stamped his foot, and his entire body swooped down. His movement technique was exquisite; the force from his footstep vibrated the vacuum, and using this precise control, he landed on the sea surface.

"Let's go!" The man grabbed the body with one hand, then leaped up, his feet pushing off the ship's hull as he shot back upward.

"Good, good..." The group of men applauded. Such exquisite control was astonishing in their eyes.

"What's all the noise about?" The cheers disturbed many. A faint voice rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.

Hearing this voice, the men on the deck shrank their necks, fear appearing in their eyes, and dared not speak.

It was a young man in white robes, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, quite handsome. His aura was far stronger than that of the men on the deck.

"Reporting to Lord Wu Feng, I found a person floating on the sea. He doesn't seem dead yet," the rough-faced man said, remaining calm and composed as he cupped his hands.

Hearing this, Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. His eyes fell on the body that had been hauled up, and a cold smile curled on his face. "In this state, even if he's not dead, he's a cripple. Throw him out for me."

Hearing the commanding tone, the rough-faced man's expression did not change, but his eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance flickering within.

"What? You're not happy?" Though well hidden, it did not escape Wu Feng's notice. His face immediately darkened as he barked.

"I wouldn't dare, sir," the rough-faced man quickly lowered his head and said.

"I thought as much. Throw him out. He's a cripple now. You want to save him? Overreaching!" The harsh voice rang out, and the faces of the surrounding men turned ugly, but they dared not retort.

"Gundam, what's going on?" At this moment, a voice as soft as water slowly drifted across the field, making one's heart ripple.

"Phew..." Hearing this voice, the surrounding men breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had encountered a savior.

Opposite, a girl in purple approached, tall and slender, only eighteen or nineteen years old, with long, straight jade legs, bright eyes, and white teeth. She could be considered a young beauty, exuding a soft aura as she walked gracefully.

"Reporting to miss, I found a living person on the sea surface." Gundam's expression was very respectful as he spoke to the girl in purple.

"Hehe, Miss Ningxiu is here." Looking at the extremely delicate woman before him, Wu Feng's eyes showed a hint of possessiveness, but it was deeply concealed.

She moved with lotus steps, her hair flowing over her shoulders, but ignored Wu Feng and walked to the rescued person.

Being ignored, Wu Feng's face darkened, but he did not flare up.

"All bones shattered, yet the flesh hasn't split open. Truly a miracle. It seems he suffered a heavy blow." Her eyes were very sharp, directly assessing Yang Tian's injuries.

At this moment, a jade bottle appeared in her hand. She said to the burly man Gundam, "Apply internally and externally. Whether he lives depends on his fate."

"Yes, miss." Seeing the jade bottle, a hint of joy appeared in Gundam's eyes. The woman before him was an alchemist, and the elixir she bestowed must be extraordinary.

Gazing at the back of the girl in purple as she left, Wu Feng followed closely, his face full of flattery.

"Hmph, a toad lusting after swan meat. Our miss is a fifth-rank alchemist; how could you possibly have designs on her!" Several men looked displeased, sneering contemptuously at Wu Feng's back.

This young man was none other than Yang Tian. After being sent out by the madman, he had been unconscious, all his bones shattered, not a single intact spot, and he had drifted on the East China Sea for who knows how many days.

A somewhat dim storage room, only seven or eight zhang in size, damp inside, faintly emitting a musty smell.

Gundam carried Yang Tian into the storage room and moved quickly. Yang Tian's body was swollen beyond recognition, his skin pale and icy cold, covered with terrible wounds.

After stripping off Yang Tian's clothes, Gundam was stunned, staring at Yang Tian's body with incredulous eyes. He couldn't understand how, with such severe injuries, there was still a trace of life in this person!

"My goodness, truly incredible. This kid is no ordinary person; even like this, he doesn't die." Gundam rubbed his eyes, looking at the terrifying skin before him, unable to help clicking his tongue.

Gundam rubbed his hands together, ready to open the jade bottle, when his eyes suddenly narrowed, staring fixedly at the inconspicuous ring on Yang Tian's finger.

"This is..." He rubbed it with slightly trembling fingers, and Gundam's throat involuntarily moved: "This is a high-level void ring!"

Although a high-level void ring meant little to Yang Tian, to those struggling at the bottom, it was an extraordinary treasure.

Gundam's eyes blazed with fervor, and the thought of removing the void ring and throwing Yang Tian out arose in his heart!

His breathing gradually quickened, his fingers constantly rubbing the void ring. But soon, he forcefully suppressed the urge, took a deep breath, and sighed, "You're lucky, kid!"

Little did he know that his inexplicable burst of kindness saved his own life. How terrifying was Yang Tian's soul cultivation? Even a War Emperor probably couldn't break through it. If he forcibly invaded, he would be shaken to death!

"Human-grade spiritual liquid, miss is truly generous." Gazing at the green spiritual liquid inside, Gundam took a deep breath, and a pure energy seeped into his body, making him feel comfortable all over.

Gundam naturally dared not disobey the girl in purple's orders. He applied the spiritual liquid to Yang Tian's wounds all over, then took a deep breath and casually put a linen garment on him.

"I wonder if you'll jump into the river when you wake up and find you can't cultivate?" With a mischievous glance at Yang Tian, Gundam laughed heartily and walked out.