Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#503 - Chapter 502: Zhao Jiacheng's Story

The sun was high in the sky, and the light of early morning scattered across the golden sand. Ships, like sesame-seed-sized ants, crawled across the sand sea, including the Spirit Fish.

Li Chenqiu stood alone by the window, a Finishing Touch Brush in his hand, calmly watching the undulating sand waves. His dark and deep eyes were like a snow-covered landscape, gray and hazy, unable to see anything clearly.

"Sigh..."

He sighed softly, walked to the table, sat down, and supported his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes. He sat there silently for a long time.

After an unknown period, a knock broke the long silence.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Brother Bai, is it convenient?"

Hearing the voice outside the door, Li Chenqiu moved his mind, put the Finishing Touch Brush into his void ring, and said softly, "Yes, come in!"

Click!

The door was opened, and a simple-looking, bronze-skinned young man, carrying a seemingly heavy wooden bucket, walked towards Li Chenqiu.

This was Zhao Hucheng's eldest son, Zhao Hu, a Second-Restricted Ordinary Fate Holder, an honest and simple man.

Bang!

Zhao Hu bent down and placed the wooden bucket on the ground, pulled down the sleeves that were rolled up to his armpits, and pointed to the wooden bucket, saying, "Brother Bai, this is sand from the sand sea. My dad asked me to bring it to you."

Li Chenqiu glanced at the golden sand in the wooden bucket and looked at Zhao Hu in confusion, "Why are you bringing me sand?"

Zhao Hu explained with a smile, "Brother Bai, you don't know, but when sailing on the sand sea, drinking water doesn't quench your thirst. Eating sand when you're thirsty is the only way, that's the rule of the sand sea."

Li Chenqiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Eat sand?"

"I'm not lying to you. My water cup is filled with sand, which I eat when I'm thirsty."

Zhao Hu turned his waist, revealing the water cup pinned behind his waist, and shook it gently with his hand, producing a "shasha" sound.

Li Chenqiu bent down, pinched a small handful of sand, and threw it into his mouth to taste it—the grains were distinct, with a slight earthy smell.

Zhao Hu kindly suggested, "The taste isn't very good. If you're not used to it, you can mix it with rice."

Li Chenqiu smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you, and thank your father for me too."

Zhao Hu scratched his head and smiled honestly: "It's nothing, it's all we should do."

After delivering the sand, Zhao Hu closed the door and left the room. Li Chenqiu got up and put the wooden bucket filled with sand in the corner, then returned to the table and sat down, waiting for the Finishing Touch Brush to sense something.

...

A ship much larger than the Spirit Fish sailed on the boundless sand sea.

On the ship's watchtower, a gloomy-faced middle-aged man held a telescope, gazing into the distance.

This person was none other than Huang Lin, the Fourth-Restricted Heavenly Fate Holder who was going to deliver a head to Li Chenqiu!

"Brother Huang, when are we going to make a move? The brothers can't wait!" Someone approached Huang Lin and said.

Huang Lin put down the telescope and glanced at the speaker: "The Spirit Fish is sailing so fast, tell me how to make a move. Do you want us to fly over and attack?"

The man smiled awkwardly and retreated to the side without saying anything more.

"Brother Huang, what do we do now? Should we find someone to support us and set a trap?"

Huang Lin shook his head: "It's not realistic. We don't know their route, and we can't catch up with their ship. What's the use of finding more support? Now... we can only wait for them to return."

"Brother Huang, if we don't know the other party's route and want to wait for them, we have to get close to the dock. If we do it this way, the commotion might be quite big!"

"It won't be."

"Ah? What do you mean by that, Brother Huang?"

Huang Lin put the telescope in his hand on the table beside him: "Last night, I secretly installed a locator on their ship."

The others were stunned for a moment, and then smiles of joy appeared on their faces.

"Oh my god! Brother Huang, you are my god!"

"Brother Huang is so insightful, it's amazing!"

"We were still worried about this, but you had already come up with a solution last night. I admire you, I really admire you!"

Huang Lin smiled faintly, pointed to his head and said, "Drink less alcohol and use your brain more, and you will be as smart as me."

...

Zhao Yue was very happy today because her father gave her 200,000 Federal Credits before leaving home with her two older brothers, asking her to buy some meat and vegetables at the settlement and make some good dishes for their benefactor tonight.

"Hehe, if I have 200,000 Federal Credits... I'll spend 199,000 on vegetables and meat, and secretly swallow the remaining 1,000 to buy myself some clothes... Dad shouldn't find out, right!"

With this thought in mind, Zhao Yue left the small house early in the morning with her bag on her back, strolled around outside for a morning, ate a bowl of snail noodles by the roadside, and then slowly returned home to prepare the dishes.

Zhao Yue, who had tied up her hair and rolled up her sleeves, squatted in front of a piece of black meat, frowning and muttering, "How do you deal with the hind leg of a Flameflow Pig again?"

After thinking for a while without success, she took out her phone from her pocket and began to search for tutorials online, her watery eyes wide and her expression unusually focused.

At this moment, she didn't know that danger was coming.

At the same time, several men and women who looked very arrogant and domineering arrived here.

The young man in the lead, wearing a flowered shirt and holding a cigarette, smiled as he looked at the small house not far away: "It's really a narrow road!"

This person was named Song Dao, a Third-Restricted Heavenly Fate Holder, and was a subordinate of Luo Honggang, a Fifth-Restricted Heavenly Fate Holder. He was responsible for investigating the identities of Li Chenqiu and Zhao Long.

"Brother Song, what do you mean by that? What narrow road?" The woman held in Song Dao's arms asked curiously.

She had only recently arrived in the sand sea, so she didn't know what had happened before.

Song Dao spat out the cigarette in his mouth, stomped out the cigarette butt with his toe, and explained, "A few months ago, our fleet went out to fish and encountered a fleet of idiots.

These idiots not only didn't run when they saw us, but they also insisted on saving the fish that we were about to swallow. In the end, because of their numerical advantage, they actually saved them, and that's how we became enemies."

The woman blinked her eyes and asked in confusion, "Isn't the fish in the sand sea meant to be killed? Why did they save the fish?"

Song Dao reached out and flicked the woman's head: "These fish are not those fish."

The woman wasn't stupid and instantly understood the meaning, and continued to ask, "What happened later?"

The corners of Song Dao's mouth turned up, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled, "After the boss got this news, he took people and personally broke the legs of the captain of this fleet in front of everyone. His name is Zhao Hucheng."