Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Jingu Shinkuri sat cross-legged on a stone cliff, with his samurai sword unsheathed and placed across his knees.

She closed her eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the wind.

"Master Jingu, Boss He's ship is still 20 nautical miles away from the Black Reef Islands. It is expected to land on the island in 45 minutes."

Someone lowered his voice and reported quietly from ten steps away from her.

"Ten minutes later, you will be in ambush near the landing point." Jingu Xinli nodded and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hi." The high-level ninjas behind her lowered their heads and responded in unison.

……

The outermost part of the Black Reef Islands.

Chu Jichuan stood on a commanding height, watching the boat gradually slow down, and asked cautiously, "Ah Qing, have you confirmed that Jiang Ran is still on the boat?"

Ah Qing nodded and said with certainty: "Five minutes ago, I communicated with the people under Boss He, and he reported that the person in the photo had been staying on the deck and had not left."

Chu Jichuan nodded slightly when he heard that, but there was still vigilance in his eyes.

"You knew that I had forced you to come here hastily with trumped-up evidence, yet you came here hastily without making any preparations."

"Jiang Ran, Jiang Ran, I don't know whether I should say that you are arrogant."

He sounded inexplicably disappointed.

Based on this reason, he could actually guess that the half of the jade pendant that Yu Shiya mentioned would definitely be of great use to Jiang Ran.

But in his opinion, no matter how important something is, it is always an external object.

It is unwise to put yourself in danger for external things.

……

"Chu Jichuan."

Jiang Ran's eyes fell on the sea water which was gradually turning darker due to the black reefs, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know who told you that I was seriously injured in the battle with Gu Yan Dao."

"But with just one piece of information, you decisively used means to try to force me to land on the island. I don't know whether to say that you acted decisively or that you didn't want to miss this opportunity to hurt me."

"Now that I have boarded the ship as I wished, it should be just what you want."

He looked at the island that was so close at hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, then he took a deep breath and jumped off the deck, disappearing like a fish swimming into the sea.

There were not many people on the deck, and most people's attention was focused on the island. Only a few people saw this scene.

Most people didn't care, but Yang Jun, the red stick who once made a name for himself in the society for his wisdom and courage, had a hint of surprise in his eyes when he noticed Jiang Ran's skillful leap, which instantly turned into horror.

"Brother Yang?" Zhao Chong, the short-sleeved man closest to him, was stunned when he saw the fear on Yang Jun's face that he had never seen before.

Before he could react, Yang Jun rushed over, grabbed his shoulders and threw him off the deck.

Zhao Chong didn't even have time to scream, as he looked up and saw his figure swooping down like a bird flapping its wings.

“Gulp, gulp…”

The moment his back hit the water, a big hand pressed his head into the water and dragged him to swim in the opposite direction. The salty sea water poured into his mouth, causing him to struggle desperately.

Just after they bounced their legs a few times, a terrifying impact force suddenly came from behind them. The endless sea water seemed to be boiling, carrying an extremely terrifying shock wave that knocked the two of them far away.

The terrifying impact force made the sea water seem to have a very high density, making Zhao Chong feel as if his limbs were about to be crushed. The pain was so severe that even the feeling of suffocation was much lessened.

boom! !

The deafening explosion sounded as if it was delayed, or it was not until this moment that Zhao Chong realized what had happened.

The warming sea water and the waves surging behind him, mixed with tiny reefs and fragments of the hull, slammed past him.

Zhao Chong, who was pulled out of the sea, stared blankly at the thick smoke and fire rising in the distance, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

Yang Jun reached out his hand and wiped his face, only to feel a burning pain on his back. He looked at the badly damaged ship with lingering fear and sadness in his eyes.

"Yang, Brother Yang..."

Zhao Chong, who had escaped death, felt his blood freeze and subconsciously regarded Yang Jun, who had saved his life, as his only support.

"There should be a conflict between the Erdao Society and the Merchants Association."

Yang Jun looked at the shadowy figures on the island and identified the identities of both parties from their barely discernible clothes.

"What should we do now?" Zhao Chong heard that there might be a conflict between the two forces. He shrank his neck and did not dare to ask in detail. He just looked at the charred wood chips and other debris floating on the sea and asked helplessly.

"We are in trouble." Yang Jun thought carefully, identified the direction, and pointed to the landing point on the other side. "Let's go to the island first. This matter has nothing to do with us."

Zhao Chong swallowed hard. The shock wave from such a long distance almost took his life. It would be a lie to say he wasn't scared. But seeing Yang Jun already swimming towards the island, he hurried over.

……

"Is he dead?!" Chu Jichuan grabbed Aqing's collar excitedly, "Let's see if the explosion killed him."

A Qing adjusted the images fed back by the drone and shook his head hesitantly.

"Not dead?" Chu Jichuan gasped, "Wasn't he on the deck? He was so close to the explosion area, how could he not be killed?"

"That's right, that's right. How could a Grandmaster who could use his internal energy to leave his body be killed so easily?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can injure him. He was seriously injured by the Lone Goose Knife, and the injury was aggravated by the explosion. I want to see who can help him in this vast ocean!"

Jingong Xinli looked at Chu Jichuan with cold eyes, with the samurai sword pointing at his nose.

"Mr. Lin... Chu Jichuan, weren't my words clear enough? Jiang Ran, you can move, but Boss He and Yang Jun on the boat can't move. Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

"Explain it to Fang Wenyan yourself."

She raised her phone coldly and pointed it at Chu Jichuan's face. A fat man in a bathrobe appeared in the video.

Chu Jichuan raised his hand to push away the cold samurai sword, snatched the phone, and threw the phone away without waiting for the person on the screen to question him.

"You!" The blade of Shen Gong Xinli trembled slightly, and her pretty face under her short hair was full of shock and anger.

"Ms. Jingong Xinli!" Chu Jichuan spoke first, staring into her eyes, "I hope you can understand one thing. Jiang Ran is not only my enemy, but also the common enemy of the Erdao Society."

"Who is Fang Wenyan? He's just an old dog. If it weren't for the Fang family, he'd be nothing."

"The Erdao Society can't fight the Fang family inland, but the Fang family doesn't have the ability to cause trouble for the Erdao Society in the island country, let alone Jiang Ran's death. I plan to go back to Qingyun to apologize to my mother."

"When I take charge of the Chu family, I will stick to my promise and help each other with the Second Sword Society. Do you understand this principle?!"

Chu Jichuan's stern face and series of words left Jingong Xinli no chance to refute, but the samurai sword in his hand finally hung down.

"Aqing, keep talking!" After shocking this brainless woman, he looked at Aqing with a gloomy face, who looked nervous.

"The drone didn't find Jiang Ran nearby, and there was no trace of his body around the ship. I suspect..."

"What do you doubt?" Chu Jichuan's pupils shrank slightly. As soon as he said this, he turned around stiffly along the line of sight of Shen Gong Xinli, who was as if facing a great enemy.

A young man was walking slowly from the beach, carrying a backpack like a tourist. When his eyes met hers, he smiled warmly.

"You don't have to be so polite when you first meet me."