With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

After the burly man finished speaking, he left, taking large strides, his leather boots making a dull thud on the deck.

Zhao Yao frowned, puzzled.

He took a few steps forward and encountered another martial artist.

The martial artist was not tall, but his aura was fierce. His triangular eyes revealed a lewd look, and his gaze swept over Zhao Yao's face like a knife.

Zhao Yao frowned:

"Sir, what are you doing?"

The martial artist said with a chuckle:

"She's quite strong-willed, I like that..."

"You must have some misunderstanding."

Zhao Yao frowned and interrupted him.

Upon hearing this, the martial artist sized him up, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"What the hell are you pretending for?"

Zhao Yao frowned even more deeply and asked directly:

"What makes you say that?"

"Tch~"

The martial artist chuckled and poked Zhao Yao's chest with his thick, hard knuckles, the force of which was not light.

He uttered absurd words:

"Who on this ship doesn't know that among you demigod warriors, how many are decent?"

Isn't it just relying on that bit of strength he has, selling his looks to exchange for some cultivation resources?

He spoke quite loudly, and many people on the deck turned to look at him with varying expressions—some disdainful, some curious, and some sympathetic.

"you……"

Zhao Yao felt something was increasingly wrong and was about to explain when a hand reached out from the side and blocked his way.

Her hand was fair and slender, adorned with three rings on her fingers: one jade, one ruby, and one gold-inlaid jade.

"That's enough, you've got it wrong."

The owner of the hand spoke softly, yet his voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

The martial artist turned around, his expression changed, he took a step back, and respectfully clasped his hands in greeting:

"Manager Jin."

The newcomer was a middle-aged man, not very tall, wearing a brocade robe, with a kind face and a smile on his lips.

The man in the brocade robe reached out and patted Zhao Yao on the shoulder, saying very kindly:

"Young man, come with me."

Let me explain it to you, and you'll understand what's going on.

Zhao Yao glanced at the martial artist and followed the middle-aged man to the ship's side.

shuh~

The middle-aged man leaned against the gunwale, took out a folding fan from his pocket, and swung it open to fan himself.

He glanced at Zhao Yao slowly and said with a smile:

Don't take it to heart.

That Black Iron Warrior was a guard on the ship; he had a bit of a temper, but he wasn't a bad person.

That martial artist is just a roughneck trying to make a living; there's no need to lower yourself to his level.

Why did they...?

Zhao Yao paused, then frowned and said:

Why did you speak like that?

The middle-aged man folded his folding fan and pointed to the other end of the deck with it.

"Look, I don't know if you can see it, but the view from the opposite side of the ship should explain things clearly..."

Zhao Yao looked in the direction he was pointing, straining his eyes to see through the seemingly small but actually large deck space, and saw a scene on the opposite side of the ship.

Several demigod warriors stood there.

Like Zhao Yao, their height was compressed to around 3.33 meters, but their temperament was completely different.

The demigod warriors were dressed in magnificent robes, some with silver bells tied around their waists, some with gold bracelets on their wrists, and some with jade hairpins in their hair.

They stood in twos and threes, some chatting and laughing, some tidying their clothes, and some looking out onto the deck as if waiting for someone.

Zhao Yao quickly noticed that they all wore a small silver ring around their necks, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Did you see that?"

The middle-aged man said:

"In some places, demigod warriors would wear corsets to compress their bodies and entertain people with their warrior qualities."

Coincidentally, the Windward is one of those places, so people are prone to judging by appearances, mistaking the innocent demigod for, uh…”

"prostitute?"

Zhao Yao spoke calmly, looked at the middle-aged strongman, and gave his answer.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, nodded, and then suddenly changed the subject, talking about things he didn't want to do:

"This Fengping, setting aside its other special features, just the fact that it sails from the East to the West and back from the West to the East allows all the resources along the way to be brought aboard, making the resources on board incredibly abundant."

Unfortunately, not everyone can afford these resources.

Some demigod warriors, wanting to enjoy an environment different from that on land but lacking wealth, used this method to exchange for resources and time to survive on the ship.

He paused, then said:

"You know what a male strongman would be like when he reaches the demigod level."

The same applies to female warriors; their bodies undergo changes... their bodies become as soft as water, their fragrance as sweet as orchids, and their eyes become full of affection, and so on.

These qualities are highly valued by some people.

After hearing these words, Zhao Yao shook his head and said:

"I am not that kind of person."

The middle-aged man smiled, a knowing look in his eyes.

He nodded and said:

"I know.

That's why I told that martial artist he was mistaken.

After he finished speaking, he took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Yao:

"This is my name card."

If you encounter any further problems on the ship, feel free to come to me.

Let me formally introduce myself. I am Jin Guang, the manager of Tianbao Pavilion.

Zhao Yao accepted the visiting card, clasped his hands in thanks, and said:

"Thank you, Manager Jin, for clearing up my doubts."

"You're welcome."

Jin Guang waved his hand, twirled his folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile:

"It's just making friends."

What's your name, young man?

"My name is Zhao Yao."

Zhao Yao answered as usual.

"Wow~ This name is really popular lately, hahaha..."

Jin Guang laughed heartily.

The two talked for a while longer.

Zhao Yaocai left and headed towards the cabin.

Jin Guang stood on the ship's railing, watching Zhao Yao's figure disappear into the cabin door. The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

A young servant beside him leaned closer and asked curiously:

"Manager, why are you being so nice to that person? You're helping him out and giving him your calling card. Who is he?"

Jin Guang didn't answer, but just stared in the direction of the cabin door. After a long while, he finally said:

"Didn't you notice?"

"What did you find?"

"His temperament."

He tapped the golden folding fan lightly in his palm and said:

"He's special."

"special?"

The servant scratched his head and said:

"I didn't realize that."

Jin Guang smiled, offered no explanation, and turned to walk towards his cabin.

……

Jin Guang's residence was on the upper deck of the ship, which was spacious, bright, and fully furnished.

He pushed open the door, placed the folding fan on the table, and was about to sit down when the jade pendant on his body lit up.

Jin Guang raised an eyebrow, his expression surprised. He reached out, picked up the jade pendant, and pressed it to his forehead. A message flooded his mind:

"Recipient, listen to my command:"

Zhao Yao, a native of Wangzhou County, committed the heinous crime of murdering Princess Yunchi and is now on the run overseas.

"I command you to kill them upon sight, without fail."

Along with the information came a portrait.

The person in the portrait is young and extremely handsome, with a scholarly and gentle demeanor.

When Jin Guang saw the portrait, his breath caught in his throat, and he held his breath for a full three breaths.

The face in the portrait is that of the young man he had personally rescued on the deck just now.

"Hey~ what's going on here..."

He shook his head and chuckled, put the jade pendant away, stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

Call ~

The sea breeze blew in, making his robes flutter loudly.

On the deck outside the window, people were coming and going in droves.

Looking at the scene below, Jin Guang's face remained expressionless.

He is a person who clearly distinguishes between public and private matters.

In his daily life, he is never stingy in helping others, making friends, and forming good relationships; these are all small things that he can do easily.

But public matters are public, and private matters are private; when his superiors order him to kill someone, he will never hesitate.