Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 135

Tang Yin and Yu Hua spent the remaining time frequently together on deck, and when they weren't training, they pursued their hobbies. Well, more like Tang Yin did, and Yu Hua silently sat there and meditated. His eyes closed as he soaked in the spirit energy around him, not daring to slack.

He made exceptions when he was embroidering; with each stitch, more and more fury from him seemed to seep out, especially about Damian and Gale, who shouldn't been mentioned at all, if possible if one wanted a peaceful day, since he was still fuming. freewebnøvel.com

His subject of work was a small school of flying fish they had encountered a few days prior. The small, delicate embroidery caused more than a few people to sneak glances at his work when he was entirely focused on it and no longer noticed anything around him.

Tang Yin managed to finish a colored and inked drawing of the ship, notching down aside the name of the ship, and then continued with an embroidering Yu Hua and a drawing of Chen Xin standing at the helm staring forward, portraits of the crew members, each of them with names and dates attached and some kind of memory that was connected to them.

In the distance of the sky, after the first few days on the sea, with no land in sight, clouds started gathering on the horizon.

The captain warned them; soon, a storm would rise with a long look at them as the winds picked up during the day until the sails were ruffled up because it was too strong.

It was at that point that Uncle Jian took action. He stood on his sword and grabbed a few thick ropes, slowly drawing the ship after him. They continued moving and, the captain said, would hopefully make it out of the imminent danger zone.

The sea beneath them got wilder and wilder with time, and soon, the entire crew was running around, and they made sure to stay at least out of the way so as not to bother anyone. As the waves became high enough that they started to roll water over the deck.

Tang Yin held on to the ropes as the wind started ripping at them, almost carrying them away as Uncle Jian settled back on deck.

The captain handed them ropes, telling them to either stay inside or tie those around their waist and then around a mast or something else story that would not move for their own safety.

Tang Yin, far too curious to go under the deck, grabbed the rope and tied it firmly around the mast, shortly afterward followed by Yu Hua.

Soon, the only person without a rope tied around their waist for safety was Uncle Jian, who only observed the clouds with a keen, searching gaze. The sky instead was filled with dark rolling clouds and ominous signs as Uncle Jian stepped next to Tang Yin, who felt the wind ripping at her with brutal force.

"Watch closely," he said, and she looked at him puzzled as he conjured his sword and raised it towards the sky. Behind him, a huge blue figure formed, rising towards the sky, bigger than the ship towering.

"Martial Form." Yu Hua whispered.

Nine dazzling rings descended around Uncle Jian as he rose his giant sword, now in the hands of his glowing martial form, and then thundered it downwards with a single Slash.

Screams and shouts erupted around them as the sky slipped into two, the clouds parting and revealing the sky behind them.

Uncle Jian turned to the captain. "May I suggest we hurry before the clouds close against us? I might be a doula, but that does not mean I am capable of contesting nature. For that, I'd need to be the level of a god."

Tang Yin blinked at him and gazed upwards as he kneeled down to look her straight in the eyes. She stilled Uncle Jian never went on his knees. After their shock, the crew moved again, following his words as the captain thrust them to move their behinds as fast as they could while running himself. Chen Xin kneeled down in front of her. "That is a sword master, student, mine; when you can do this, you have stepped on the path to be one. Consider this my last lesson for you before you reach Poseidon. I have shown you all I can in our short time together, little Yin."

"The beginning? That is the beginning?" she asked him with wonder in her voice, still unable to remove her eyes from the sky, where the clouds were beginning to close slowly above them again.

"Yes." He nodded. "To go beyond this, you need to surpass me as a spirit master and as a swordsman. You must breach level 99, and at level 100, you need to become a god."

" A god." Tang Yin whispered.

"Yes, a God, and I believe, little Yin, you might even be able to make it happen. What no one in so many years and times has managed to do, to become a God with your own two hands. It needs otherworldly talent, determination, and the will to struggle beyond what others deem possible." He turned towards Yu Hua. "To attempt what no one thought one would dare."

The clouds above them closed, but the sea was now lightly calmer. The tempest still raged, and Tang Yin watched nature might break down on them. The ship was soon thrown around like a toy, the wind ripping away, the sky thundering, and the seas raging.

Tang Yin swallowed plenty of water as she was tossed around by nature like a small, insignificant ant.

Amidst all of it, the only person unaffected, remaining as calm as if it was just another day, no storm, no tempest, was Chen Xin, who stood at the helm of the ship and whose sword cut through the seas whenever it was absolutely necessary to make sure they would not topple over.

Next to her, Yu Hua remained silent. Then he turned towards Tang Yin.

"Yin."

"Yes." She turned towards Hua.

"I want to be like that when I am big." He said with his eyes firmly on Chen Xin.