Chapter 131 - 87: Grandmaster of Divine Intent, Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist

Chapter 131: Chapter 87: Grandmaster of Divine Intent, Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist

Billowing white smoke rose as the ghost with half a head let out a continuous, silent, blood-curdling scream. After struggling for only a few breaths, it vanished completely without a trace.

Lu Yun didn’t even have time to look at the Extreme Blue Modifier in his mind, because more ghosts were already surging up from the bottom of the river!

They clambered up from both sides of the ship, vaulted over the stern, and emerged from every corner!

Some wore the tattered ancient garbs of a previous dynasty, some were in the old-fashioned clothes of a century ago, some were missing half their bodies, and some had heads completely detached from their torsos....

Without exception, every single ghost emanated a dense, chilling aura!

In response, Lu Yun’s eyes burned with excitement, and the Qi in his body began to surge wildly!

’What a buffet! This is perfect. Modified value is exactly what I need!’

He struck out with both fists, unleashing streams of scorching Fist Force that blasted out in all directions.

Wherever the Fist Force passed, the ghosts that had just climbed onto the deck were instantly scattered to the winds!

Some were directly obliterated into nothingness, while others struggled and shrieked in the searing Qi for a few moments before being completely annihilated.

In an instant, billowing white smoke filled the entire deck. An unknown amount of time passed before the deck finally fell silent.

All the ghosts had vanished. But it wasn’t over. Lu Yun turned and strode toward the ship’s cabin.

There were crew members in every corner of the passenger ship, and they were currently being attacked by ghosts.

「In the break room next to the cockpit.」

Brother Chen and two stewards stood back-to-back, kicking and punching at the possessed crewmen who were lunging at them!

Brother Chen kicked away a crewman who lunged at him, trying to bite him. The crewman slammed into the wall, then struggled back to his feet and charged forward again, his limbs twisting unnaturally.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the veins on Brother Chen’s forehead bulged, and he cursed out loud, "Dammit! I’ve been running ships for over twenty years, and I’ve never seen anything so goddamn weird!"

The moment he finished speaking, a steward next to him let out a blood-curdling scream!

A possessed crewman, with fingernails that had become sharp as blades, had viciously torn at the steward’s arm.

A large chunk of flesh and blood was ripped right off his arm!

The steward’s face contorted in pain. He staggered back, clutching his arm as blood gushed out. "Brother Chen! Brother Chen, save me!"

At that moment, the other steward flinched at the sound of the scream, creating an opening.

A possessed crewman took the chance to pounce on him. It opened its mouth, revealing teeth that had become as sharp as awls, and bit down hard on his throat!

Blood splattered everywhere. The steward’s throat was torn open. Enduring the agony, he kicked the crewman away, but could only stare wide-eyed, his hands futilely clutching his gushing neck.

In the blink of an eye, he collapsed to the ground with a THUD. After twitching a few times, he stopped moving forever.

When Brother Chen and the injured steward saw this, their souls nearly fled their bodies in terror!

The crewman who had been kicked away lifted his head, revealing a mouth full of blood, and slowly began to crawl toward them again.

Brother Chen tightened his grip on the iron rod in his hand, his heart about to leap out of his throat.

’It’s over. I’m going to die here today.’

At that moment, a large hand reached in from outside the door. Quick as lightning, it grabbed the back of the neck of a possessed crewman closest to the entrance.

Then, with a gentle lift, the man was hoisted up like a little chick.

Before the possessed crewman could even struggle, the large palm pressed down firmly on the crown of his head.

The crewman, who had been struggling desperately, suddenly went stiff. His limbs drooped limply as if his bones had been removed. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.

Immediately after, the large hand reached in and grabbed another one, pressing down in the same manner.

One after another, until the figure at the door finally stood firm on the threshold.

Lu Yun stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the last three possessed crewmen left in the break room.

He then strode inside, pressing his palm onto the crown of each one’s head in succession.

The break room finally fell completely silent.

Brother Chen and the injured steward sat slumped on the floor, gasping for breath.

Lu Yun withdrew his hand and glanced down at the unconscious crewmen.

These people had only been possessed by ghosts; they weren’t dead yet. The moment his Qi-infused palm touched them, the ghosts were burned to ashes.

Besides, if he killed all these crewmen, who would pilot the ship?

Lu Yun had fought his way from the deck to the cabin, from the bow to the stern. A rough count showed he had saved about thirty people. The other unlucky ones, naturally, couldn’t be more dead!

Brother Chen and the steward struggled to their feet and bowed repeatedly to Lu Yun. "Thank you, Senior! Thank you for saving our lives!"

[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]

Name: Lu Yun

Gender: Male

Realm: Grandmaster of Huajin (Peak)

Cultivation Technique: Mountain-Breaking Inch Force Fist 3rd Floor (Mastered), Hard Qi Gong 3rd Floor (Beginner)

modified value: 499

Lu Yun stared at the number in silence for a long time. 499 modified value. He had no idea how many ghosts he had just killed.

He just hadn’t expected to gain a total of 499 modified value in the end. This had set a new record.

But why was it still not enough?

His gaze fell on the line for "Mountain-Breaking Inch Force Fist." The space after it was empty; the familiar "Modifiable" text didn’t appear.

’Am I still a little short?’

Then, he looked at "Hard Qi Gong." Likewise, there was nothing after it.

Lu Yun’s brow furrowed slightly.

Logically speaking, 499 modified value was an unprecedentedly massive amount.

In the past, this would have been enough to advance a Cultivation Technique by several floors. But now, both of these techniques seemed to be stuck at an invisible threshold.