Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Chapter 309: Plight

Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

In the Myriad Worlds, a huge river countless li long stretched towards the horizon, its destination indeterminable. A huge ship the size of a small island sailed grandly atop its turbulent waters, riding the winds and the waves!

Bei Feng fell into a deep silence as he looked at the white hair in his hands. "If it's white, so be it. I don't even know if I can return." His voice was somewhat hoarse.

He felt extremely dispirited at this moment, and couldn't be too bothered by the matter of his hair turning white.

The voice and face of a certain person appeared in his mind, and then another. The people that he felt close to and missed... was probably just those two?

Bei Feng sent a wisp of mental power into his spatial ring and after ensuring that everything was intact, he heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he discovered that there was a purple pearl on his neck. This was not something that belonged to him.

Coughing lightly, Bei Feng attempted to sit up and removed the purple pearl, placing it beside the bed. But as soon as he took his hands off the pearl, a terrifying pressure immediately crushed down towards him, causing him to cough out a mouthful of blood!

A person outside the door immediately rushed in like the wind, placing the purple pearl back on his body.

Only then did Bei Feng feel the pressure recede. It was just a mere instant, but he felt a suppressive force so strong that it could crush him to death!

This crushing force seemed to be everywhere, and had an absolute effect on his entire body. Even his weak internal organs were affected by it!

"I've never seen anything as useless as you before in my life. How can anyone be so pitifully short and weak? You're lucky I reacted quickly enough. Otherwise, if a queer dwarf like you died, where will I go to find another midget for His Highness?"

Bei Feng felt a bout of giddiness overwhelm him as his vision blurred. He only saw the figure of a huge, four meter tall man standing over him before he fell again into unconsciousness.

Time flowed by, and another month passed in the blink of an eye. Bei Feng was finally able to get off the bed with some effort. However, his cultivation seemed to have disappeared.

His muscles and bones had healed, but the energy in his body was dried up. A vast majority of his blood vessels had closed up again as well.

Bei Feng seemed to have returned to being a cripple. The only thing that was still intact was his mental power. At the very least, he was not completely helpless.

Heaving a light sigh, he walked over to the deck of the ship and cast his gaze over the horizon.

The guards completely ignored him, not even bothering to care about his actions. There was no way a useless midget like that would be able to come up with any tricks.

Bei Feng did not have any thoughts of escaping as well. In this short month, he was already completely convinced that any person from this ship would be an invincible character if they were placed on Earth!

At the beginning, he did have thoughts on escaping. That was until he witnessed a bet between two of the guards. One of the guards casually drew his bow and unleashed an arrow, easily blasting a towering mountain apart!

The other person refused to back down, slashing his sword down towards a distant mountain, splitting it in two! From that moment on, Bei Feng completely gave up on any thoughts of escape.

As for why he was able to recover from his injuries in such a short time, it was because a professional doctor had tended to him for a period of time. But as soon as he recovered to his current state, the doctor was never seen again.

Right now, Bei Feng was constantly in a state of stress, not knowing what was awaiting him.

'The most important thing now is to recover my cultivation first. Otherwise, the moment the purple pearl around my neck breaks, there's no way I'll be able to survive, given the current state of my body!'

Bei Feng's eyes were terrifyingly cold, as though no emotion existed in them.

"System, can I really return to Earth after one year?" Bei Feng enquired mentally.

"Host will be able to return to Earth after a year. Reminder: the Fusang Wood Fishing Rod is damaged and requires repair. Repairing the Fusang Wood Fishing Rod requires 480,000 experience points. Repair?" The System's voice rang out.

A brief silence ensued before Bei Feng pressed the confirm button. Without the fishing rod, he would not be able to fish. If he did not fish, he would never get any experience points!

"Ding! Repair complete!"

A trace of anger and helplessness flashes past Bei Feng's eyes as the System's voice rang out. A matter that required the System a single instant to fix actually cost him 480,000 experience points! At this moment, he only had several tens of thousand experience points left.

"Right now, what I need to think about, is a way to survive for one year. This world is simply too strong!"

Bei Feng did not doubt that any person from this ship would be able to cause a terrible calamity if they were brought to Earth!

Apart from nuclear weapons, he could not think of anything that could suppress these powerful beings.

While he was engrossed in his thoughts, a towering man with a height of over seven meters walked over with two guards by his side and commanded in a disdainful voice, "His Highness wants you to go over!"

Bei Feng nodded lightly and turned around as he headed to the center of the ship. "What was meant to happen will happen eventually!"

As his voice dissipated in the wind, Bei Feng straightened his chest and walked in the direction of the main cabin.

He'd already activated the translation function of the System, and could naturally understand these natives' words.

Inside a huge room, Xia Peng regarded Bei Feng with interest. Fine wrinkles could be seen around the corners of his eyes and while he was just sitting quietly, he had a presence that caused others turn their eyes onto him subconsciously.

Xia Peng was like a giant, standing at over twelve meters tall. Unexpectedly, his features were also very well aligned.

Bei Feng heaved a sigh of relief internally as he stood before the giant. It was a fortunate thing that the Grand Xia did not have any customs of kneeling and paying respects. Otherwise, he would be in a very difficult position!

"Regardless of the reason, and although I do not know who you are, my life was saved by you. Is there anything you require from me in return?" Bei Feng spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Audacious!" a guard at the side immediately shouted as he drew his sword.

"Back down."

Xia Peng waved his hand with a light smile. This person's style was very much to his liking. But what a pity, the kid was not even two meters tall!

"You are a clever dwarf, and This Seat happens to like clever people. It's better to deal with people who are direct with their words. However, it is not yet time for you to learn of certain things. When it's time to let you know, I will naturally tell you."

Xia Peng laughed and waved his hand lightly, indicating for Bei Feng to be brought away.

A moment later, a loud laughter filled the room, causing the entire ship to sway lightly!

"Xia Ji, I wonder if you'll like this gift I've prepared!"

Three months passed peacefully, and Bei Feng was completely bored out of his mind. He could not even cultivate the Minor Dark Sky Breathing Technique in fear that he would be discovered.

'I can only wait till I get on shore before seeing what I can do. Since they haven't killed me, there must a task specifically for me to do. The bit of investigation I did just now also confirmed this much.'

Bei Feng's heart turned colder as he thought to this point. To date, he still had no idea what traits of his had caught the eyes of his captors!

On that day, Bei Feng started to cultivate the Bear Form Style again, gradually revitalizing his body.

The food on the ship was not bad, and all the dishes contained a substantial amount of blood and Qi energy. At least, he didn't have to worry about draining his strength while practicing the Bear Form Style.

The Form and Will Fist was considered a martial technique that trains both the internal and the external. Faint, weak traces of blood and Qi energy flowed Bei Feng's body as he circulated the energy in a unique way.

Like a faint breeze and light drizzle, the energy slowly nourished his body, gradually adjusting his injuries.

"Eh? Brothers, look! This midget still knows how to practice martial arts!"

A nearby guard looked up and started to laugh in an exaggerated manner as he called out to his partner.

Bei Feng currently did not have his cultivation, so his Bear Form Style looked exceedingly clumsy to spectators. He looked like a dumb bear stumbling about stupidly, causing all the guards to laugh uproariously!

"Little fellow, you call that martial arts? I'll let you see what is called true boxing!"

The first guard who started laughing at Bei Feng revealed a wide smile, flashing a mouthful of yellow teeth. With a clench of his fists, a fist imprint was formed immediately. Then, he suddenly punched out with a speed akin to lightning, aiming for a large mountain about ten kilometers away!

Without any sound or disturbance, a several hundred meter big hole suddenly appeared in the waist of the mountain. A short moment later, the entire mountain collapsed, sending a huge dust cloud into the air!