A Stir at Sea

The waves surged, battering against the ship and showering the deck like torrential rain.

Sun Manju and a group of sailors were thoroughly soaked, resembling drenched chickens.

Yang JingTian found their disheveled state immensely amusing and burst into a hearty laugh, irritating Sun Manju to the point of grinding her teeth.

However, Yang JingTian was soon transfixed. The thoroughly drenched Sun Manju, her white gown clinging to her exquisite form, showcased her breathtakingly defined figure. Her well-endowed curves strained against the fabric, and her perfectly rounded posterior was a vision of alabaster beauty, the embodiment of ethereal allure.

Catching Yang JingTian's intense gaze, Manju realized her attire left little to the imagination. Annoyed at giving him such an unexpected treat, she huffed dismissively and hurried back to her room to change.

Once the beauty was gone, Yang JingTian felt a wave of disappointment and shook his head.

That's when Bai Yun and Ziyan rushed out of their room, with Bai Yun looking up at the clamorous scene and asking Yang JingTian, "Did you cause this?"

Greeting them with a smile, Yang JingTian said, "Good morning, my lovely wives. You're awake."

Bai Yun retorted, "Who's married to you? Keep it down, or I might just cut off your tongue."

Playfully, Yang JingTian replied, "My heavenly wife, if you cut off my tongue, who will sweet-talk you?"

"I knew it must be you causing the ruckus," said Ziyan.

"Ziyan, my wife, you really understand me," Yang JingTian replied.

Ziyan shot him a look, "It's not understanding; your voice is just too loud."

Puzzled, Yang JingTian inquired, "Is my singing really that bad?"

"Yes, it is!" Bai Yun and Ziyan exclaimed in unison.

Yang JingTian, as if struck by lightning, sulked, "I never expected my singing efforts to be so ill-received. Fine, no more singing for me."

Relieved, Ziyan suggested, "That's right, you haven't had breakfast yet; let me prepare something for you."

Unswayed, Yang JingTian insisted, "No, if I can't sing well, it's up to my wives to save face. Heavenly Bai Yun, Ziyan my love, redeem your husband and sing a song for me."

Angered, Bai Yun snapped, "Sing yourself! We don't share your enthusiasm for disturbing the peace."

Ziyan conceded, "JingTian, we really can't sing."

But Yang JingTian was persistent, "Nonsense, you were so melodious last night; I was completely enchanted."

Bai Yun and Ziyan blushed with embarrassment when Yang JingTian described their intimate moans as singing. Flustered, Bai Yun drew her sword and charged at Yang JingTian, fuming, "Keep talking, and I'll show you what for!"

Startled, Yang JingTian exclaimed, "Heavenly wife, what are you doing?"

"I'll kill you," Bai Yun declared.

Frantically, Yang JingTian responded, "If you kill me, whom will you marry?"

Bai Yun shot back, "Marrying a chicken or a dog would be better than marrying a scoundrel like you."

Dodging her advances, Yang JingTian shouted dramatically, "Murder! Someone is trying to murder her own husband!"

On the spacious deck, amidst their lively pursuit and hearty laughter, the figures of the two women and one man were agile, and their joy was palpable.

As if the outside world meant nothing to them, the commotion inflicted upon the ship's other hundred or so passengers ensured that no one could sleep. They had to only quietly observe and listen to the racket created by Yang JingTian and the others.

Yang JingTian's lively pursuit of Bai Yun and Ziyan took them from the deck to their quarters, and then to their bed. The noise, the laughter, and then the tender murmurs evolved into a beautiful symphony of intoxicating sounds.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar shattered the calm of the sea, far more ferocious than any of Yang JingTian's previous outbursts.

Bai Yun and Ziyan knew this wasn't the sound of their man's roar. Yang JingTian was asleep, embracing them both, a content infant in repose after releasing the restless energy within him through a session of wild abandon.

"Toot!"

The urgent call to arms from the ship's horn signaled a sudden state of alertness.

"Enemy attack!" Bai Yun and Ziyan were instantly vigilant, hastily dressing and rushing outside.

"Boom!"

The Fengshen was surrounded by cascading water plumes as cannonballs from afar targeted it, lapping against its sides. Looking into the distance, they saw three massive ships, pirate-like in appearance, advancing at full speed.

The cannonballs were obviously theirs, it was clear they did not intend to sink the Fengshen — the purpose of the bombardment was to force the ship to halt.

Ziyan, with sharp eyes, said, "This is bad, those are the renegade Zhou Dongwei's warships."

"What do we do?" Bai Yun asked anxiously.

"They seem to want to capture us alive. We need to tell the captain to move at full speed, regardless of the consequences," Ziyan replied.

Nodding, Bai Yun turned to relay the message.

At this moment, Zhang Lang approached, saying, "Protector Zi, go ensure the miss's safety. I'll mobilize the crew for defense."

Ziyan nodded in agreement.

"Boom!"

The thunderous sounds continued as the rebel's battle cry grew louder and clearer.

Unable to stay put, Sun Manju stepped onto the deck. The three rebel warships were now less than half a mile away from the Fengshen, bearing down upon it.

Sun Manju turned to Ziyan and said, "Ziyan, if we can't escape this time, you and Bai Yun should go with that rascal."

"Miss, where could we possibly go in this vast sea?" Ziyan questioned.

"Since he could ride the giant shark here, he can certainly ride it away," Sun Manju replied indifferently.

"You won't escape," a cold voice laughed from behind.

Surprised, Sun Manju and Ziyan turned to find a man in his thirties, holding Bai Yun, and speaking with a cold edge in his voice.

"Wang Shijie, what are you planning?" Ziyan demanded angrily.

Wang Shijie laughed heartily, "Isn't it clear? If I capture you all and bring you back, I'll be the deputy leader of the Fengshen Gang."

"You shameless wretch, taking advantage of people's misfortune. What kind of hero does that make you?" Bai Yun spat back furiously.

"Capturing you and taking you back will make me a hero in the Fengshen Gang," Wang Shijie retorted proudly.

"Pah!" Bai Yun cursed in disgust.

"You're a traitor," Sun Manju said coldly.

With self-satisfaction, Wang Shijie proclaimed, "In this world, victors are kings and losers are the defeated. There is no real right or wrong, no justice. The fist of the powerful is the only truth."

"Do you really think you can force our surrender?" Ziyan challenged.

"Three warships, ninety cannons—are you really going to escape?" retorted Wang Shijie.

"I've always despised traitors the most. Even if we're at a disadvantage today, I won't let you off," Sun Manju stated coldly.

Feeling a chill from Sun Manju's murderous gaze, Wang Shijie quickly held a knife to Bai Yun's throat and warned, "Don't act rashly, or I'll kill her."

"You—" Sun Manju was about to berate Wang Shijie when she noticed a figure approaching.

A figure that appeared altogether alien to all present.

The kind of guy who loved to join in the fray. How could he be absent from such a scene?