Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2471: Chapter 2466: Surfing

”There’s nothing we can do, that’s just Moore.”

The fact is, life indeed leads to the same destination by different paths.

Even if given another chance, one might still make the same choice for entirely different reasons.

After a relatively calm aerial journey, this time, Fu Qian did not jump overboard halfway; instead, he stepped into a familiar place amid stormy clouds and gusty winds.

And when trying to switch to the next mode of transport, he encountered the same response.

Even the person speaking before him wasn’t the same middle-aged man with the two small mustaches, underscoring the stereotype that belongs to the city of Moore.

”Let me guess, unless you’re hijacked by a madman, it’s hard to find any ship willing to set sail at this time, right?”

The once familiar lines echoed, as Fu Qian volunteered to recreate them.

”Hmm...indeed.”

Being younger as he was, the invisible pressure made the staff on the opposite side appear somewhat unnatural.

Especially his face, though devoid of emotion, seemed particularly dignified because of it.

The hairless head made it even harder to meet the gaze directly.

Indeed, considering he was invited, Fu Qian gave special thought to his personal image.

First and foremost, he did not use his true appearance, nor did he directly use the true visage of Old Master Lu.

Instead, he fully employed his creativity to fashion a youthful version of Old Master Lu.

Considering the original’s full face of wrinkles and sharply reduced bone structure, this process did take some effort.

Fortunately, the final result was gratifying, capturing the spirit while disregarding the form. Fu Qian wasn’t sure how much he resembled a young Old Master Lu, but he felt that even if the man himself encountered him, he wouldn’t be able to resist a second glance.

Besides, a notable feature was retained, sparing him the trouble of styling hair.

”However, it’s not that there aren’t any ships at all. Sirens have been more active lately, and they might still sail even in this weather, but...”

And it seemed this meticulous design paid off. After a long stare, the staff provided, just like last time, an exception without the need for a Clear Dream Ring.

”Thank you.”

It was easy to imagine that getting onboard was a problem, but Fu Qian was not troubled. He thanked with a smile.

...

They did seem quite active.

A moment later, Fu Qian gazed at the storm-ravaged sea and agreed with what he’d heard earlier.

The black and gold trident emblem of the Sirens stood out too much, allowing him to locate and board the ship effortlessly.

And true to its name as the sea’s master, one could tell there were plenty of professionals on board.

As the raging tide approached the hull, it quickly calmed down.

As a result, the not-so-large nautical vessel sailed quite steadily.

Speaking of which, Miss Liushuang’s assistant, Jia Keke, seemed to have demonstrated this trick before.

Unfortunately, this was evidently not a leisure cruise, and the food wasn’t as abundant.

Fu Qian took a bite of the dinner roll in his hand, finding the taste barely satisfactory.

Just like the poacher’s boat he’d taken then, he was once again in an empty room.

As for the food next to him, it was naturally brought in from the dining area.

After rushing for so long, he hadn’t even eaten.

In short, everything was giving a sense of déjà vu. This ship, with fewer than a hundred people aboard, had already sailed a distance from the port, entering the vast stormy wilderness with a unique sense of solitude.

Though different from the last poached ship, it seemed more like it was out to catch a poacher.

...

Theoretically speaking, exploring the Sea of Ashes shouldn’t be this troublesome.

Though he still hadn’t engaged in jumping directly into the sea without a navigated route, the methods he used in searching for Solar Energy Whales were far more efficient.

Even if he didn’t want to travel alone, enslaving sea creatures to force them into mounts was a well-practiced skill, allowing him to freely choose the route.

Yet what drew Fu Qian was precisely this lack of freedom.

The Sirens being more active than before was not surprising.

The message Kelson tried to convey to him might have been around for some time.

If the Sirens had plans on this side, it made sense that they would’ve started implementing them by now.

The current situation only confirmed the accuracy of that message.

But what exactly are the plans? What made Kelson hope that the Rebirth Club would get involved?

That’s a big question, but considering the current situation, it’s about what exactly this ship is up to.

On his way to fetch the meal earlier, Fu Qian took the opportunity to review it, noting that it really didn’t seem prepared for an ocean voyage.

Though there was a Demigod on board.

Indeed, not Kelson, but definitely a genuine Demigod, whose presence was clearly displayed on the radar, even from a close-up view.

When he fetched two dinner rolls earlier, he nearly brushed past the individual.

One can only say that apart from the Night Watchman, it certainly deserves to be one of the top organizations; he’s already seen three Demigods on his current travels.

The problem is, adding such a heavyweight figure only makes it increasingly seem like a quest to combat crimes at sea.

Though the criminals have long been eradicated, it’s hard to imagine the Sirens having free time for such pursuits.

Exploring the Sea of Ashes?

This seems somewhat plausible, yet it somehow deviates from the theme of ”Moore.”

On the other hand, honestly, for such a high-intensity exploration of the Sea of Ashes, having only one Demigod in charge seemed too thin - oh?

At a certain moment, Fu Qian sensed an anomaly with the ship.

As if truly acknowledging that it was ”too thin,” the vast object, originally progressing smoothly, was now turning steadily.

...

Got it, it’s here to surf.

As they say, when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

At that moment, the change before him resonated deeply with Fu Qian, who savored the second dinner roll with interest.

There was no mistake, the ship was truly turning back.

Even though it looked as if it would leave the stormy zone soon, with visibility even improving.

Being someone with prior maritime experience, Fu Qian felt his judgment in this matter should be sound.

And now, as it turns out, the Siren ship, despite having a Demigod onboard, was only out to roll around in the storm.

Once the storm ceased and the rain cleared, their enthusiasm vanished, resolve firmly in their desire to turn back and continue.

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to sense a youthful spirit filling the entire ship.

Though for him, it almost faced a decision.

Should he end his ship-hopping and head straight for the Sea of Ashes, or should he follow this youthful spirit and see what transpires for ”two more dollars” —

He stuffed another piece of dried fruit into his mouth, standing still for the moment.

On one hand, the interesting maneuver made one increasingly curious about the Siren’s intentions, seemingly worth watching.

On the other hand, hopping ship doesn’t seem like an easy task, either.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian’s hand, reaching for the second piece of dried fruit, suddenly felt heavier.