Chapter 21

This isolated island in the sea is about seventy to eighty miles long, which is quite large. The hills and forests are very dense, and one cannot see any signs of human presence after a mile or two.

Relying solely on Ye Mo's efforts to search through all the places on the island and find all the martial artists' camps is clearly impossible. He can only rely on luck and observe the footprints in the mud and decaying leaves on the ground to determine if there are a large number of martial artists in the nearby forest.

Ye Mo searched the forest for over an hour, almost crossing half of the island. He found some scattered footprints and, finally, another temporary camp of martial artists appeared in his sight.

In the camp ahead:

More than ten martial artists in splendid attire were gathered around a bonfire, roasting snake meat.

A man in fine clothing, smelling the pungent odor of the roasted snake, frowned.

Beside the man in fine clothing was a middle-aged martial artist, about forty years old, with a robust build, a square face, and two sword-like eyebrows, exuding a great sense of authority. He carried a sharp sword on his back, his expression solemn, and he was a man of few words.

Two elderly men in splendid attire were roasting the snake meat with wooden forks.

There was also a tall, bearded man and a slender martial artist with a bandaged wrist, among others, helping to roast the meat.

Ye Mo, using the cover of the bushes, came to a distance of several dozen feet from the camp.

"Little Lord Zheng! It's actually them!"

He quickly recognized several familiar faces in the crowd, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

Among this group of martial artists were the three people who had attempted to rob Ye Mo of his herbs but were scared away by the young demon crab. The man in fine clothing, the bearded man, and the slender man with the bandaged wrist.

Ye Mo had not made any enemies with other martial artists on this island.

The only time he had a grudge was when he was robbed of his herbs by Little Lord Zheng Yiqing and his gang. He remembered this enmity well and was determined to avenge it as soon as he had the chance.

"This Little Lord Zheng must be the leader of their group!"

Ye Mo stealthily approached a large tree outside the camp, using the dense foliage to hide his presence.

He sensed a dangerous aura from the robust middle-aged martial artist, indicating that this person's skills were likely very high.

"Fortunately, this person did not accompany Little Lord Zheng last time, otherwise, whether I would be alive or dead would still be uncertain!"

Ye Mo thought to himself.

As for the two elderly men, one was dressed like a secretary, with drooping eyebrows and a pair of rat-like whiskers, always wearing a cold smile, which gave people a chill.

The other was dressed like a butler, with a kind and benevolent appearance, prominent temples, and clearly deep internal cultivation.

The other martial artists seemed to be weaker in strength and posed little threat to Ye Mo, so he did not pay much attention to them.

"Steward Cao, this damned island, even the meat has no salt or oil. I can't stay here for a day! We need to find a way to leave as soon as possible!"

Zheng Yiqing appeared very agitated.

He sat by the bonfire, holding a skewer of roasted snake meat, which had no salt or oil and a strong snake smell, making it hard for him to eat. This was far from the luxurious life he was used to in the mansion, and even on the sea ship, things were not this bad.

"Little Lord, please bear with it for a few more days. We need to build a boat first. Once the boat is ready, we can set out to continue searching for the immortal village in the sea!"

Steward Cao replied kindly, then turned to the elderly man beside him, "Secretary Hou, when do you think we can build the boat?"

"Building a boat is not easy! Without shipwrights and a shipyard, even the simplest boat cannot be built. With our limited manpower, we can at most build a large raft. This island has spirit wood, which can be cut and is not easily destroyed by sea waves. However, I am more concerned about the sea demon beasts. We have already discovered a young demon crab on this island, and there may be more!"

Secretary Hou said coldly, "We have the first-rate martial artist of the State of Zheng, He An, who has reached the peak of the ninth level of body cultivation, and is one of the strongest martial artists on this shipwrecked sea ship. Steward Cao and I are also at the late stage of martial artists. Together with Little Lord and the other seven or eight martial artists, our combined strength can barely fight against the lowest-level sea demon beast. How long we can hold out on this isolated island is uncertain."

The martial artists in the camp all looked grim upon hearing this.

Secretary Hou was known for his wisdom, extensive knowledge, and accurate judgment, and was the most strategic advisor in the mansion of the State of Zheng. His judgment was generally reliable.

Ye Mo had a grudge against this group of martial artists and did not dare to get too close to the camp. He was too far to hear their conversation clearly.

He did not take Zheng Yiqing, the spoiled son, seriously.

However, with the presence of many strong martial artists, he was definitely not a match for Zheng Yiqing's group.

"It seems I need to be more cautious in the future. Their camp's fence is neatly built with tightly packed wooden planks, likely made of spirit wood, which ordinary low-level sea demon beasts cannot easily break through. This group will definitely be the most dangerous enemy for me on this isolated island!"

Ye Mo clenched his fists, feeling a sense of urgency and crisis.

"It's getting late. I need to return to my camp early. I wonder how the wooden tower is coming along. After I get back, I need to reinforce the camp and set up more defenses. I also need to focus on body cultivation to improve my strength!"

Seeing that it was already late, Ye Mo quietly left their camp and hurried back to his cave camp.

Returning the same way, after an hour:

Ye Mo noticed from a distance that the spirit wood fence of the cave camp now had two wooden towers, each about two to three zhang (about 6 to 9 meters) tall. The surrounding vegetation within dozens of feet had been cleared, providing a clear view.

A figure was on one of the wooden towers, looking around. It was Yang You.

Yang You, who was on lookout duty, spotted Ye Mo and waved to him, shouting down to Wang Hu, "Brother Ye is back! Brother Hu, open the gate!"

Wang Hu immediately opened the gate, allowing Ye Mo to enter the camp.

Besides Yang You, who was on lookout duty, Mo Ling and Wang Hu were busy making spirit wood spears to prepare for the possible appearance of sea demon beasts. They had already made over twenty spirit wood spears.

As night slowly fell, enveloping the entire island,

A large bonfire was lit in the cave camp to ward off the cold and darkness of the isolated island.

Ye Mo shared his reconnaissance on the island with the three of them, so they could better understand the situation of the martial artist groups on the island. He also wanted to create a sense of urgency, as any slackness on this isolated island could mean death.

However, what comforted Ye Mo was that Wang Hu and Yang You's injuries had recovered well.

Mo Ling had successfully broken through to the sixth level of body cultivation during the afternoon, and her training in the "Feather Spirit Sword Technique" was progressing smoothly, currently in the middle section.

The "Feather Spirit Sword Technique" is a high-level martial skill, specifically provided for female members of the Donglai royal family.

The initial section, "Feather Spirit Slash," emphasizes the light and graceful nature of the sword technique, making it unpredictable for the enemy, with a total of thirty-seven moves. The middle section, "Phantom Spirit Slash," incorporates a lot of body techniques, even creating illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, and delivering a fatal blow to the enemy at the most opportune moment. The final section, "Thousand Spirit Slash," is a highly destructive group attack technique, creating a thousand sword shadows in an instant, with unpredictable changes and immense power.

The "Feather Spirit Sword Technique" is said to have been left by the original wife of an ancestor of the royal family, who was a Qi practitioner. According to legend, "Thousand Spirit Slash" can even be cultivated into "Ten Thousand Spirit Slash," which is ten times more powerful than "Thousand Spirit Slash."

Of course, the more powerful the martial skill, the harder it is to master.

The true essence of the "Feather Spirit Sword Technique" is not in strength but in the unpredictable and ever-changing nature of the sword technique. This sword technique is more suitable for women with slightly weaker strength, as it compensates for the lack of offensive power with agility, making it capable of matching martial artists of the same level.

If we compare the intricacy and depth of the techniques, Ye Mo's "Wave Cutting Technique" is not even worth mentioning.

This is the difference between a martial artist of humble origins and a noble-born martial artist.

However, in a life-or-death battle, Ye Mo only needs one move.

His techniques have reached the pinnacle of perfection, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary, far surpassing Mo Ling's proficient techniques.

In terms of mental fortitude and decisiveness, Mo Ling, who was raised in luxury, naturally cannot match Ye Mo, who has experienced the harsh realities of life since childhood.

Ye Mo added dry branches and firewood to the bonfire, the roaring flames illuminating the area around the cave camp for over ten zhang (about 30 meters).

Beyond that, it was still the realm of the night, filled with dangerous auras.

"By the way, this afternoon, I used the congealed fat jade and black mountain yam you collected to successfully make the Black Jade Continuity Ointment."

Mo Ling said with a smile.

"The Black Jade Continuity Ointment is already made?"

Ye Mo was somewhat surprised.

The ninth-grade "Black Jade Continuity Ointment" is a holy medicine for healing. Even severe injuries like severed limbs can be reattached if treated in time with the ointment.

"Yes, but the herbal materials were limited. Using all the congealed fat jade and black mountain yam, I only managed to make four portions."

Mo Ling said with a hint of regret.

"Being able to successfully make four portions with these high-quality herbs is already quite good. Each portion of the Black Jade Continuity Ointment is extremely valuable. Having this holy medicine increases our chances of survival on this island! We can treat severe injuries in time."

Ye Mo smiled.

The four of them quickly ate a roasted wild rabbit and some wild fruits by the bonfire, replenishing their strength, and then continued their work. It was not yet late, and they needed to work harder.

Mo Ling and Wang Hu continued to make spirit wood spears.

Spirit wood spears are thrown with great force to injure the enemy. Although they can be retrieved and reused, they cannot be retrieved during a battle, so the more they prepare, the better.

Ye Mo also joined in the making. He needed ten spirit wood spears to trade for poison with the poison master's group the next day. Currently, they only had about twenty spears, and there would not be many left after the trade.

The major tide at the end of the month would bring a large number of ordinary sea beasts and sea demon beasts.

They needed to deal a heavy blow to the sea beasts and sea demon beasts before they approached the spirit wood fence, to reduce the pressure on the cave camp's defense.

They needed to make more spears in these days to avoid a shortage.

Yang You was responsible for lookout duty on one of the wooden towers, watching the surroundings of the cave camp to prevent sea beasts or other martial artists from approaching.

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