"Target the Ming Dynasty..."
The crew heard the order, acknowledged it, and half of them went to the oar room in the ship’s hold.
With their rowing, the Spirit Cultivation Ship swiftly turned.
Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone on the shore.
The Spirit Cultivation Ship shot like a sharp sword towards the distant ocean, cutting through all the waves along the way.
This was the sailing speed Zhang Feng desired; even in calm seas without wind or waves, it could travel two thousand miles in a day.
The ship’s entire crew consisted of ordinary-level Dan Jin Grandmasters.
Zhang Feng’s ship was very fast.
The crew took turns rowing, and the Spirit Cultivation Ship broke through thousands of miles of waves, arriving in the waters of the Ming Dynasty.
Today, in the morning.
Zhang Feng surveyed this sea region, noticing numerous small islands and some ships belonging to foreigners.
He then took out a simple ocean map.
Comparing it, Zhang Feng discovered that there were two small states and an Island Master here.
The Ming Dynasty was the largest dynasty in this region.
At the same time, with the Spirit Cultivation Ship’s wind-breaking speed.
Many ship masters in the surrounding sea curiously looked over, finding the scene of a ship like a sharp sword unbelievable.
Even many crew members stood by their ship’s sides, gazing from afar, with envy for Zhang Feng’s ship evident in their expressions.
"Why is their ship so fast?"
"At their speed, they could travel thousands of miles in a day, right?"
"Is their ship blessed with magic?"
"What magic blessing? Their ship weighs at least hundreds of thousands of pounds; no magic could achieve this!"
"This is the fastest ship I’ve ever seen in my life..."
Numerous ship masters and crew members marveled, even using telescopes to scrutinize it, trying to identify its extraordinary features.
Yet with their observations, they found that the ship relied entirely on ’human power’ for rowing.
Oddly enough, this made them even more astonished.
On a government battleship.
A group of sailors gaped in awe.
"The crew on this ship... Could they all be martial arts masters?"
"There are twelve oars on each side... At least twenty-four people..."
"When did so many masters appear? Where did these masters come from?"
"You shouldn’t wonder where the masters emerged from, but rather, what kind of skills does this ship master have to gather so many masters to row for him!"
"No, no! It seems he intends to reach our Ming Dynasty, but we can’t catch up with his ship to intercept for inspection..."
A group of sailors discussed, realizing they could only watch as the Spirit Cultivation Ship drew closer to the Ming Dynasty islands.
However, Zhang Feng knew some of the island entry rules of certain dynasties.
And he wasn’t looking for trouble.
So, when he was five miles from the Ming Dynasty island.
Zhang Feng slowed the ship down, allowing it to drift slowly, enabling nearby sailors to inspect it.
This speed was slightly slower than regular big ships.
Because Zhang Feng’s ship was crafted entirely from robust oak and reinforced with some semi-steel plates at the joints.
Although it couldn’t compare to modern thousand-ton iron warships, it was still over a hundred tons.
Even if Zhang Feng’s ship carried no cargo, it couldn’t be considered light.
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As the distant sailor ship approached Zhang Feng’s side.
A distant cannon shot could be vaguely heard, but regular people couldn’t hear it amidst the sound of the ocean waves.
Zhang Feng’s senses were extraordinarily sharp, and he directed his gaze into the distance.
About fifteen miles away, he saw several ships engaged in combat.
One of them, about thirty-five meters long, had people dressed like pirates.
A few of them resembled those on the wanted posters from the distant Ming Dynasty island.
Zhang Feng currently had a visual range of twenty miles.
Zhang Feng issued a command to turn the ship.
"Yes!" Half of the crew disembarked, preparing to head over.
But it seemed too slow, and by the time these pirates finished looting, his ship would probably arrive.
Currently, his ship’s speed was one hundred miles per hour.
Fifteen miles would take about ten minutes.
Without waiting for the crew to adjust their sprint direction.
Zhang Feng, amidst the astonished gazes around, took a step off the ship’s side, walking on the sea.
Then, Zhang Feng seemed to ride the wind, advancing a hundred meters with each step.
Amidst the waves, the exclamations from the nearby ships.
Zhang Feng crossed the fifteen-mile sea distance in seventy steps, in the stunned gazes of the pirates, arriving under their ship.
Zhang Feng lightly leapt, landing amidst the pirates, folded his arms, gazing at their dumbfounded expressions.
They still held swords, ready to board the opposite ship in a boarding battle.
Meanwhile, the people on the opposite ship also dumbfoundedly stared at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng ignored them, focusing on the pirates,
"Will you lower sails and surrender, or should I take action?"
The legendary pirates were captured by the nearby sailors.
Their pirate ship was also seized intact.
But whether captured, captors, or rescued individuals, all looked at the returning Zhang Feng on the Spirit Cultivation Ship as if seeing an immortal.
"That ship is called the Spirit Cultivation Ship, could he be...?"
"Captain Zhang! That immortal is Captain Zhang!"
"I thought the stories from Lin Island were legends..."
People frequently glanced towards the Spirit Cultivation Ship, recalling some legends from Lin Island a few years ago.