Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

The dawn in San Francisco Harbor was torn apart by the sound of horns. The so-called British fleet was actually all merchant ships with very weak firepower.

Ye Qingzhou walked on the waves, followed by eight fully-formed demonic beasts.

The twelve British merchant ships anchored in the harbor were hurriedly raising their sails, and the sailors were frantically cutting their mooring lines.

"Master, there are signs of life at the bottom of the ship."

Silverblade's ears twitched slightly. "Over five hundred, heartbeats very weak."

A golden light flashed in Ye Qingzhou's eyes, and his seven emotions penetrated the ship's planks.

The scene inside the ship's hold was infuriating: layers upon layers of iron cages crammed with emaciated Native Americans. They were shackled on the ankles and branded with numbers on their necks, piled together like cargo.

"They are people from the Southern Continent."

Black Hawk Shaman gritted his teeth, "These white devils sold them into slavery!"

The feathers of fury instantly ignited with golden and blue flames: "Burn them!"

"No."

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand to stop him, "There are innocent people on the ship."

He grabbed at the air, and all twelve merchant ships shook violently at the same time.

All the chains snapped automatically, and the cage doors swung open with a bang. The freed prisoners looked around blankly until they saw Ye Qingzhou arriving by sea, accompanied by the totem spirit behind him.

"Could it be... the legendary savior?!"

An elderly Mayan man knelt down, trembling, exclaiming, "The Eastern sage prophesied by the feathered serpent god!"

Ye Qingzhou landed on the deck and lightly touched the old man's forehead with her fingertips.

The power of the seven emotions flowed, instantly healing his whip wounds: "You are free. Those who wish to stay will become citizens of the Great Shang; those who wish to return home, I will send someone to escort them."

Turning to the white crew member huddled in the corner, Ye Qingzhou's voice turned cold: "As for you—"

"Spare my life!"

The captain knelt and kowtowed, "We were just following orders! The slave trade was a legal business!"

"legitimate?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered, then snapped his fingers. Blue Tear released a mental wave, pulling the crew into an illusion—making them personally experience what it was like to be locked in a cage, branded with a hot iron, and whipped.

When the illusion ended, most of the crew had suffered a mental breakdown, and the rest were incontinent and vomiting.

"Take them to the courtroom."

Ye Qingzhou said indifferently, "Handle it according to the Commercial Law."

This scene marked the beginning of the rise of the Shang Dynasty.

……

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The former New Canaan town has been transformed into the magnificent Golden Mountain Royal Capital. The power of the Elven martial arts can be used not only for killing and destruction, but also for construction and production.

The tremendous increase in productivity brought about a transformative change to Native American civilizations; they no longer ate raw meat and drank blood, nor did they live a nomadic life.

Cities sprang up one after another, especially Jinshan, the capital city.

The entire city is built against the mountain, with a nine-story palace soaring into the clouds. The black bird sculpture on the roof is poised to take flight, and the seven-emotion gemstones inlaid in its eyes shine day and night.

Ye Qingzhou stood on the star-gazing platform, overlooking this capital city that blended Yin-Shang civilization with psionic technology.

The streets were no longer filled with ragged natives, but with warriors clad in psionic battle robes. Totem spirits flew overhead from time to time, serving as patrols and messengers.

"Your Majesty, the latest census is complete."

Black Hawk, now the Imperial Chancellor, sports a white hair adorned with eagle feathers symbolizing wisdom. "Including the newly allied South American tribes, the Empire's total population is twenty-eight million, thirty percent of whom have already cultivated the seeds of martial arts."

Ye Qingzhou took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense: "The growth rate is still too slow."

He walked to the star map and pointed to the other side of the Pacific Ocean: "Do you know how many of our compatriots are there? Forty-five hundred million! If the Path of Heart and Martial Arts were to spread there, the collection of emotional energy would be more than ten times faster than it is now."

"His Majesty intends to return east?"

Black Hawk exclaimed in shock.

"It's time."

Ye Qingzhou gently stroked the double-dragon pendant on his chest. "For twenty years, I have been sensing the dragon veins of the Divine Land. Three months ago, the pendant suddenly resonated, indicating that something had changed over there."

As they were speaking, Silver Blade suddenly appeared: "Master, the disciples of the Heart Martial Sect have assembled."

At the summit of Jinshan Mountain, three thousand disciples stood solemnly in the square.

Among them were Iroquois warriors, Mayan priests, Inca nobles, and even a few awakened white mixed-race individuals.

Behind each person floated a faint, illusory image of the Dharma—this was the symbol of the Martial Arts of the Mind.

"Today, I will demonstrate the highest level of mental martial arts."

Ye Qingzhou's voice echoed across the mountain peak, "Watch closely!"

He formed a hand seal, and the dragon blood within his body boiled.

Eight demonic beasts transformed into streams of light and merged into his body, while the Seven Emotions Armor covered his entire body.

Immediately afterwards, a huge phantom rose up from behind him, wearing a crown and a black bird battle robe, holding a bronze axe in his left hand and the Seven Emotions Star Chart in his right!
"Martial Arts Dharma Image - The Descendant of Cheng Tang!"

As Faxiang brandished his bronze axe, dark clouds instantly filled the sky, lifting up a star map and revealing the vast Milky Way on the ground.

Three thousand disciples were enveloped in this extraordinary phenomenon, personally experiencing the purest essence of martial arts.

"The Way of the Heart and Martial Arts uses emotion as its fire, spirit as its medium, and transforms intention into form."

Ye Qingzhou's voice was as resounding as a great bell, "You must all remember: the Dharma form is not an illusion, but a condensation of essence, energy, and spirit; the martial way is not violence, but a resonance between heaven, earth, and humanity."

After the demonstration, Ye Qingzhou announced a startling decision: "One month from now, I will lead the fleet eastward back to Shenzhou. Those who accompany me may board the 'Return to the Ruins' ship."

The entire empire was in an uproar.

……

The dawn of Jinshan Port was torn apart by the sound of bugles.

Seven enormous vessels slowly sailed out of the harbor, their hulls as clear as glass, reflecting a rainbow of colors in the morning sun.

These are not ordinary warships—but “ice ships” personally forged by Ye Qingzhou using ten-thousand-year-old Arctic ice. Each ship is three hundred meters long, with intricate Shang Dynasty inscriptions carved on its hull and bronze totem poles standing on its deck.

"Disciples of the Heart Martial Sect, board the ship!"

At a command, 30,000 warriors dressed in psionic battle robes lined up and boarded the ship.

Their steps were synchronized, and behind each person, different beast-shaped phantoms faintly appeared—wolves, eagles, bears, deer… This was a sign that they had cultivated to the “initial manifestation of Dharma form” stage.

Ye Qingzhou stood at the bow of the flagship "Xuan Niao" with eight powerful figures behind him—the eight elders of Xinwu Sect, each inheriting a top-tier Dharma form.

"Prophet, all preparations are complete."

Black Hawk, now the chief of the Shang Kingdom's Psionic Council, has more deeply etched markings on his face than he did twenty years ago. "But I don't understand," he says, "why embark on this overseas expedition? We've already established a foothold in the Americas."

Ye Qingzhou stroked the black bird statue on the bow of the ship: "Because the roots are in the East. The Yin-Shang bloodline within you needs to return to its origin to truly awaken."

He pointed to the vast Pacific Ocean: "There lie 450 million of our compatriots, of the same origin, enslaved by foreign races. If we could incorporate them into the Mind Martial Arts System, the efficiency of emotional energy collection would increase more than tenfold."

After months of sailing, the fleet traversed the ocean, cutting through the waves, and finally saw the outline of land on the western horizon. Before they could even rejoice, they saw a dozen or so dark dots rapidly approaching.

Upon seeing who it was, the Shang warriors on deck gripped their weapons tightly—it was a dozen or so Japanese official ships flying skull and crossbones flags!

"pirate?"

Silver Blade sneered, "You're courting death."

On the lead ship, a one-eyed ronin brandished his katana and yelled, "What a huge merchant ship! If we seize it, we'll be rich!"

Dozens of small boats emerged from behind the ship, rushing forward like sharks smelling blood. These Japanese pirates, who had been plundering Korean and Chinese merchant ships for years, had no idea what kind of force they were facing.

"Master, please allow me to take action."

A young martial artist, with a wolf's shadow looming behind him, knelt on one knee. "Perfect timing to test my newly mastered 'Heavenly Wolf Dharma Form'."

Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly: "Go, let these Japanese pirates witness the might of Xinwu."

The young martial artist let out a long roar and leaped over the ship's side.

In mid-air, his body suddenly swelled up, transforming in an instant into a three-zhang-tall silver giant wolf!
The Dharma form solidified into a tangible substance, its sharp claws easily tearing apart a ship, and the wolf's howl made the pirates bleed from their ears and noses.

Other disciples of the Xinwu Sect also joined the fight:

The eagle-shaped Dharma image swept across the sky, its wings like knives severing masts;

The bear-shaped Dharma image pounded its chest and roared, the sound waves capsizing the entire row of small boats;

The most astonishing sight was a female warrior in the form of the Vermilion Bird, whose wingspan was ten zhang wide, and whose golden and blue flames boiled the seawater!

In just a quarter of an hour, the pirate fleet was completely wiped out.

The Japanese who had fallen into the water watched in horror as the giant beast phantoms transformed back into human form and floated lightly back onto the deck of the ice ship.

“Pathetic.” The young martial artist dismissively flicked the blood off his claws.

Ye Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "These pirates' arrival is suspicious. Silver Blade, go investigate."

Tian Qilin accepted the order and went off. By interrogating the souls of the dead pirates, he quickly brought back news that the three daimyo of Kyushu Island were secretly supporting the pirate operation and had even sent samurai to infiltrate the ships!
"These barbarian tribes are of lowly status; they fear power but do not cherish virtue."

Ye Qingzhou sneered: "Let's turn to Kyushu Island and teach them a lesson they'll never forget."

The seven ice ships changed course, and the sea surface automatically froze in their wake, forming a wide ice road.

This sight, which defies the laws of nature, made the fishermen along the way kneel down in worship, believing it to be a divine miracle.

……

Nagasaki Port, the sunset is like blood.

The Shimazu samurai were counting their "spoils of war" at the dock when they suddenly noticed an unusual white light emanating from the sea.

"what is that?"

A foot soldier pointed into the distance and exclaimed in surprise.

The commander squinted and looked over, then his expression changed drastically: "Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

The alarm blared throughout the castle, but it was too late.

Seven ice ships approached the port like mythical beasts. Suddenly, a beam of blue light shot out from the bow of the "Mysterious Bird" at the forefront, instantly freezing the entire dock into an ice sculpture world!

"Disciples of the Heart Martial Sect, attack!"

Hundreds of warriors surged ashore like a tide, their various forms blooming on the battlefield. Ordinary cannonballs were like tickles to these forms, while a single strike from one of them could destroy an entire section of the city wall.

The head of the Shimazu family hurriedly organized a resistance, only to see the sky suddenly darken—it was an aerial formation of thousands of eagle-shaped Dharma Aspect warriors, blotting out the sun!
"Retreat! Retreat to the inner city!"

He let out a hysterical roar, trying to vent his fear.

However, a pillar of fire descended from the sky and pierced directly through the castle tower.

The female warrior in the Vermilion Bird Dharma Form stood in mid-air, magnificent fiery wings unfurling behind her, and shouted in fluent Mandarin: "Those who offend the Great Shang, though far away, shall be punished!"

That night, the three great mansions of Kyushu Island were all reduced to ruins.

Ye Qingzhou stood in front of the Shimazu family ancestral hall, toying with a secret letter in his hand. It clearly recorded the shogun's plan to secretly support pirates in harassing merchant ships.

"Master, shall we continue eastward?"

The young martial artist asked for instructions.

Ye Qingzhou smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go to Edo first."

……

Edo Bay, at dawn.

The Tokugawa Shogunate's lookouts were the first to spot the anomaly—seven "icebergs" were approaching at an incredible speed! Even more terrifying, these icebergs were actively changing course, heading straight for Edo Castle!
"The White Boat! It's the legendary White Boat!"

The lookout screamed in terror, and the whole city was instantly thrown into panic.

The shogunate urgently mobilized all its warships to intercept them at sea, but those ships were like toys in front of the ice ships, and were smashed to pieces in a single encounter.

"Fire! Fire at full power!"

The old shogunate officials roared from the top of the city wall.

Hundreds of cannons fired in unison, but the shells were intercepted midway by a suddenly rising ice wall.

On the Xuan Niao, Ye Qingzhou formed a hand seal, and an unprecedentedly huge Dharma image appeared behind him, a "Chaotic Dharma Image" with nine heads and eighteen arms, each head corresponding to one of the seven emotions!
"Vermilion Bird Heavenly Fire."

He spoke softly, raising one of his arms high.

The sky suddenly turned crimson, and countless fiery meteors tore through the clouds, raining down on Edo Castle.

Explosions continued, and half of Edo was engulfed in flames.

The most terrifying thing is that these flames did not go out when they came into contact with water, but instead burned even more fiercely, turning Edo Castle, which the shogunate was so proud of, into a wasteland in the blink of an eye!
"Stop! We surrender!"

Tokugawa Ieyoshi was forced to leave the castle personally, kneeling on the shore holding a surrender document, pleading, "Please forgive our ignorance!"

Ye Qingzhou floated down, her toes lightly touching the sea surface, whereupon an ice lotus materialized to support her body: "If you're going to be a dog, you should act like one. If you attack any more of my Chinese ships, you'll have to commit seppuku to atone for your sins."

Tokugawa Ieyoshi pressed his forehead to the ground: "May the gods of our land forgive me..."

Remember today.

Ye Qingzhou said coldly, "I will not show mercy a second time."

After saying that, he turned and boarded the ship.

"Prophet, the people of this island nation appear compliant, but in reality, they harbor treacherous ambitions. Why not seize this opportunity to destroy their country and demonstrate the might of our Great Shang Dynasty?"

"The most important thing right now is to recover our lost homeland, so we must conserve our strength and not waste our energy on a mere watchdog."

Ye Qingzhou's eyes were deep and his goal was clear. No one knew the potential of China and the threat from the island nation better than him. However, martial arts Dharma forms consume emotional energy, so good steel should be used where it is most needed.

First, overthrow the Qing Dynasty, defeat the foreign powers, and restore China. Then, spread the Way of the Mind and Martial Arts. Once Chinese civilization rises again, we can sweep across the world.

At that time, you mere handful of small countries will be easily wiped out.

In the end, Ye Qingzhou did not waste his strength to wreak havoc in Fusang. He only executed a group of daimyo who supported pirates before leaving. The seven huge ice ships slowly sailed away under the awe-inspiring gazes of the Fusang people and continued their westward journey.

After the fleet passed, the ice floes on the sea remained frozen for a long time, becoming a "miracle" in the eyes of the Japanese and giving rise to countless legends. (End of Chapter)