The Human Emperor (200-400)

C398: Wang Liang Weeping in Joy!

Crack!

Another bolt of lightning stabbed down from the dark clouds, waking Wang Liang from his stupor. Having just avoided disaster, Wang Liang had no time to rejoice, and he quickly issued a string of orders.

"Change course!

"Furl all the sails except one!

"Helmsman, keep watch on the situation ahead!

"All sailors, man your posts! Whether you can survive will depend on your luck!"

……

Loop after loop of rope kept Wang Liang firmly tied to the main mast. It was precisely because of these loops of soaked rope that Wang Liang was able to protect himself in the storm and issue order after order.

The once young and tender young man was now a tanned captain. Only Wang Liang himself knew just what he had experienced over the last four to five months.

Of their original number, less than one-third were left. Even quite a few of the Wang Clan's guards and the guards that his father had dispatched had died.

The storms, strife, schemes, assassinations, doubts, ruptures, hunger, and attempts to make him step down… Wang Liang had already lost count of how many times they had happened.

Wang Liang had narrowly escaped with his life time after time in this journey of unprecedented danger.

By now, all that confidence and complacency he had when first leaving the port had been washed away by the waves into calm and indifference.

When they left, he had basically been clueless about sailing, but now, he was most experienced captain in the entire fleet!

To a normal person, becoming so accomplished in just four or five months was something worthy of bragging about for the rest of their lives.

But Wang Liang did not think so.

Life had honed this person, had created this person. His only advantage was studying—continuous, all-out studying that put aside even sleep and food.

From the helmsman to the sailor, all the crew members had been his opponents in studying.

"Watch out! The second wave is coming!

"Careful!"

……

Although he had avoided one disaster, the calamity was far from over. Before the might of Mother Nature, the abilities of humans were insignificant. Whether one was an expert of the True Martial realm, the Profound Martial realm, or an ordinary sailor, all were equal before the boundless might of the world; all were the same.

Before the might of Mother Nature, all people were tiny ants.

Once one fell from the ship and dropped into the bottomless ocean, even a Profound Martial realm expert could only die.

In order to survive, everyone had to be of one mind and work toward the same purpose, crossing the ocean on the same boat. But…

Wang Liang was not worried about the infinite might of nature before him, but the unfathomable and elusive minds of men.

In these four or five months, they had roved across the ocean, stepping onto island after island and each time returning in disappointment. In these islands, Wang Liang had not found any of those meteorites that Wang Chong had spoken of.

From the initial trust and anticipation for treasure to the disappointment, suspicion, and calls to step down… To a few of the higher-ups in the fleet, the secret of the meteorites was no longer a secret.