The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 640: Phantom Warship (Part 1)

This journey would take at least half a month.

With nothing else to do, everyone asked Long Fei to teach them the method of sitting meditation and Qi refinement.

In the exploration team, Zhang Yinyang, Fat Wang, and Lu Buping had all successfully achieved Foundation Establishment.

Formerly at the bottom of the pack, now their bodies and minds had been fully developed in all aspects.

Even Fat Wang, with Essential Qi circulating, surpassed the climbing speed of the previously most skilled retired special forces member Yang Gang.

The assistant team leader was losing face, feeling like he was about to become the lowest-ranking member.

Long Fei didn’t refuse them and even brewed some Qi-restoring medicinal soup for them to attempt the breakthrough on their own.

First, they stored Qi in their meridians, and then they worked on the breakthrough.

Given the differences in each person’s physical condition and talent, not everyone could succeed in the breakthrough.

Whether they succeeded or not all depended on their fate.

Long Fei did not use acupuncture, as that approach might foster growth too quickly and cause unstable foundations.

Even if sitting meditation and Qi refinement didn’t lead to breaking through the governor and conception vessels, it still strengthened the body, akin to developing towards Ancient Martial Arts.

Once busy, the ship gradually became quiet.

Meanwhile, Long Fei and Chu Feng had nothing to do, so they had the helicopter pilot teach them a bit about flying the thing.

Once the helicopter’s blades started spinning, that was literally burning money.

But Li Zhenni could clearly afford it, having prepared hundreds of barrels of aviation fuel as backup, enough for them to frolic around here.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that the helicopter was equipped with a 7.62mm six-barrel aviation machine gun.

This mother of a gun, with a firing rate of thousands of rounds per minute, could probably blast a Core Formation Stage cultivator to smithereens.

The two were itching to load and fire it, but were scolded by Li Zhenni.

Fuel could be expended, but not the bullets.

The total prepared ammunition could only be fired three times.

Long Fei and Chu Feng pleaded persistently but ultimately could only hold back, waiting for some target reckless enough to appear.

Long Fei had always suspected that there were cultivators in the ocean.

This time at sea, he observed carefully.

Spiritual Energy was indeed abundant in some areas of the sea, but not as pervasive as imagined.

Most of this Spiritual Energy gathered above the reefs and islands.

It was probably the Earth Elemental Force Spiritual Energy brought up from the seabed during volcanic eruptions.

For years, without cultivators absorbing it, it still lingered above.

Unlike on land, where Spiritual Energy had been completely consumed wherever there were people.

Half a month passed in a flash, and they didn’t feel lonely at all, feeling that time had gone by a bit too quickly.

There were many things they hadn’t had the chance to try.

Like the submarine, Long Fei and Chu Feng had only received instructions on it from a trainer.

They hadn’t had the chance to go underwater when a situation arose ahead.

As they approached the target, a dense fog arose within a thousand miles.

The closer they got to the destination, the thicker the fog became.

Some on the inspection team spread rumors, saying this was poison fog released by the devils of hell, and if they advanced further, they would be entering hell itself.

The Scholar, as a world-class top geologist, immediately came out to refute, "Don’t be superstitious, everyone. This is just the effect of warm currents meeting cold, condensing fog in the air. It has nothing to do with hell."

But the group remained unconvinced, and their mood became very solemn.

After wandering in the fog for a day, the captain, in despair, came out to consult with them, indicating they couldn’t sail any further.

Now that the positioning systems had failed, not to mention finding a direction,

if they hit a reef, everyone on board would be done for.

Li Zhenni was frustrated. According to her grandfather, they should have encountered a circular reef area of a hundred miles in radius.

The underwater Temple was supposed to be at the center of this circular reef zone.

Without passing through the fog, their trip would have been in vain.

Chu Feng said with ease, "Jenny, when the old folks were on their adventures, did they have any high-tech GPS or Beidou system?"

Liu Zhenni shook her head, not knowing what he was getting at.

Chu Feng continued, "There you have it, they relied on the skills of a Feng Shui Master, who looked up to the stars and down at the geography to navigate, that’s how they found the place."

Li Zhenni said excitedly, "That’s right, I heard from my grandfather that it was your father who led them there. Your family knows this stuff, so you should be an expert too, right?"

Everybody was excited and their eyes were all on him.

Chu Feng cleared his throat and said, "This thing isn’t handed down from ancestors, my father learned it later on, so he didn’t pass it on to me."

"Tsk!"

Everyone scoffed in disappointment, thinking he had some good solution.

Looking at Long Fei, Chu Feng laughed, "Why the rush? I may not know, but Brother Long does!"

And it was true, Long Fei did know a bit about it.

Feng Shui was complementary to formations, which required knowledge of Feng Shui for their setup.

Having studied formations for so many days, Long Fei also had some knowledge in Feng Shui.

He took out an Array Plate from his Storage Ring and stood at the bow of the ship, staring intently at the sky.

The art of geomancy involved aligning with the celestial patterns above and the geographical features below.

One must master the Heavenly Stars, using the movement of stars, the sun, and the moon to observe the shifts in the world and discern good and bad omens.

One must also grasp the Earth’s Waters, using changes in mountain ranges and water currents to observe the transformations of landscapes and determine fortunes and misfortunes.

The principles involved were complex, a mixture of the abstract and the concrete, profound and subtle, even Long Fei had not fully grasped them yet.

The captain lingered at sea for a day, and Long Fei stood at the bow for a day.

Everyone waited anxiously, some even thought that Long Fei had fallen asleep.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but go and say, "Brother Long, if you can’t figure it out, let’s find another way."

Long Fei remained silent, still fixated on the compass and the celestial bodies.

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Suddenly, Long Fei spoke, giving the captain a course to follow, assuring him that it would suffice.

The captain was full of disbelief, but since they couldn’t find the way back, they had to go along with what Long Fei suggested.

From then on, Long Fei sat at the bow, staring at the stars in the sky every night, lost in thought.

Although the fog was dense, it couldn’t obscure the starlight above.

The stars in the universe weren’t moving without pattern.

By using the stars as coordinates and coupling it with mastery of the Yin Yang changes indicated by the compass, one could easily determine a route.

The more he delved into it, the more addictive it became; sometimes, he felt the stars were like a chessboard arranged by a master tactician.

With the stars as the formation, tapping into their power to face enemies.

What level of power could be unleashed when one reached that level?

Three days later, it seemed as though they had exited the circle of fog, with the mist before their eyes growing thinner and thinner.

Before they had time to rejoice, the bow of the ship suddenly shook violently.

The captain was alarmed and quickly turned the rudder to the left.

A grating screech echoed from the bow, as if metal was rubbing against metal, trembling and buzzing for quite some time.

All hands immediately ran up to the deck, staring ahead.

They saw a rusty warship scraping past the bow of their ship.

It rocked violently on the water surface, its massive tonnage sending waves rolling to both sides.

A crew member cried out, "A ghost ship, it’s a ghost ship!"

The warship was over two hundred meters long, with its cannons, radar, and massive chimney clearly visible.

On the prow was a large brass chrysanthemum insignia, as if it had traveled from the past and suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

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