Chapter 251

Chapter 251: A Perilous Situation

Lou Yun’s words once again surprised Mei Yuanmu and the others. This new island master was actually a skilled weapon maker!

But after thinking it over, they quickly understood. Lou Yun’s second brother was Beichen Ming, Spirit Weapon Star’s highest-level skilled weapon maker. So it wasn’t too strange for Lou Yun to possess such skills.

Lou Yun continued, “I called just you here because I have a special task. Though your cultivation isn’t the strongest, I can see you all have the best qualifications. So I’ve decided to teach you several advanced cultivation methods and weapon techniques. Then, you’ll teach others you find suitable. This way, Divine Weapon Island’s cultivators will grow mightier, and our island’s strength will surge.”

Golden light practically flashed in Mei Yuanmu’s and the others’ eyes. Their willingness to join the former Qiu family and now stay here stemmed largely from lacking good methods and techniques. They’d always hoped for such an opportunity.

Truly advanced methods and techniques were either hidden deep in wilderness, undiscovered, or hoarded by powerful clans or ancient sects. Those possessing them typically passed them only to descendants—sometimes solely direct heirs, denying even branch relatives.

For someone like Lou Yun, benefiting from mentors like Chang Xiang and Mr. Commoner without ever worrying about methods or techniques was exceptionally rare. Perhaps only one such case existed in millennia!

Hearing Lou Yun would impart high-tier methods and techniques naturally thrilled them beyond measure.

Lou Yun selected several Sun-level methods and weapon techniques from his memory. One by one, everyone except Feng Yang stepped forward, whereupon Lou Yun directly transferred the knowledge into their minds via consciousness.

“Sun-level methods!”

To Lou Yun, Sun-level techniques weren’t top-tier. But for Mei Yuanmu and the others, they were apex treasures. Higher levels like Qi-level and Kun-level felt utterly unattainable. Now, feeling these methods and techniques in their minds, overwhelming excitement filled them.

“Thank you, island master! From now on, Mei Yuanmu’s life is yours!”

Mei Yuanmu knelt first, voice trembling with sincerity. Though he’d submitted earlier, some reluctance remained—only now was it genuine loyalty.

Others, Cheng Kuang included, also knelt fervently. Like Mei Yuanmu, they pledged willing allegiance to Lou Yun.

On Spirit Weapon Star, while Star-level methods held little value and Moon-level were cherished, who would generously gift away Sun-level methods and techniques?

These gifts meant deeper insights into the cultivation path, transforming them into far mightier experts. Lou Yun’s casual act would redefine their future lives.

This time, Lou Yun didn’t refuse their homage. He smiled and nodded. “Now your priority is comprehending and cultivating these, then teaching others. Do not hold back selfishly. Remember, we’re family now—open and honest with each other. If I discover anyone hiding anything, blame me for showing no mercy!”

“Rest assured, island master, we won’t!”

“Good, you may leave now. Feng Yang, stay.”

Once Mei Yuanmu and others departed, Feng Yang stood awkwardly, even too timid to raise his head.

Though Lou Yun treated him like a younger brother on the journey to Biko Island—teaching methods, imparting techniques, even gifting that common weapon with a Weapon Contract—things were different now. Lou Yun was Divine Weapon Island’s master, while Feng Yang remained a mere servant. Seeing even Mei Yuanmu act so reverently, he dared no informality.

Lou Yun observed Feng Yang’s unease and smiled lightly. “Feng Yang, relax. I kept you for good news.”

“G-good news?” Feng Yang looked up, slightly bewildered.

“Hmm. Tell me, how’s your progress with the methods and techniques I taught?”

Feng Yang hastily drew the Mulberry Fire sword from his back. “Island master, I’ve practiced diligently every day without slacking.”

Lou Yun burst out laughing. “You called me Brother Lou earlier. Why ‘island master’ now? Call me big brother—it sounds more comfortable.”

Stunned briefly, Feng Yang then smiled warmly, easing his tension with a firm nod.

“I see your diligence. That’s why there’s good news.”

Lou Yun wasn’t deceiving Feng Yang. What came next truly was incredible fortune.

Unlike Mei Yuanmu with formed magical weapons and cultivation foundations, Feng Yang was a novice just manifesting his magical weapon. This stage offered the greatest openness to new paths.

Lou Yun burned Feng Yang’s old method precisely to steer him right—even gifting him the Mulberry Fire sword to teach true cultivation: practicing both magical and ordinary skills. Plus, Feng Yang’s youth offered bodily development still ongoing—another cultivation advantage.

So when Lou Yun meticulously imparted a complete system—cultivating body, magical weapon, movement, and common weapons—Feng Yang froze like a statue, utterly flabbergasted.

“Don’t understand?” Lou Yun feigned confusion playfully.

Feng Yang snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously. “Got it, got it!”

“Good. Then study it carefully later. Same instruction: if you find youths here who’ve just manifested their magical weapons, teach them my methods and report their preferred common weapon forms to me. Can you?”

“Yes!”

Lou Yun nodded approvingly. Watching Feng Yang leave, he then turned a bitter smile toward Leng Cangqiong. “Big brother, this island master role truly isn’t easy!”

Elder Leng smiled lightly. “I think you’re doing quite well.”

“Don’t tease me,” Lou Yun shook his head helplessly. “Ah, big brother, did you need something?”

“Hmm. I wanted to ask when you plan to return to Yulu Mountain Manor?”

“I’ve considered it—perhaps in two days. Clearing the chaotic energy above this sea means we won’t need ships back; flying by magical weapon will save much time.”

“Good. Inform me when we leave.”

Elder Leng’s words hung in the air when a thunderous voice boomed: “Shuotai Island bastards, roll out here, damn it! Old man Qiu, tired of living? See Great Lord here and dare not greet me?!”

Lou Yun didn’t recognize the voice. But the speaker clearly knew the former Qiu residents here—his tone hinted at intimidating them.

The voice roared again: “Hell, drop dead, Qiu family? Come out, or once I report back to Island Master Mo, he’ll flatten Shuotai Island personally!”

Simultaneously, Mei Yuanmu burst in, bowing. “Island master! The visitor calls himself Kang Datong. He’s from Domineering Island, over a thousand miles from Divine Weapon Island. Domineering Island’s far stronger than us. The Qiu family relied on their protection here.”

Mei Yuanmu’s explanation clarified things for Lou Yun. It was unexpected, though. He’d assumed Divine Weapon Island’s oceanic isolation brought relative safety. But clearly, numerous factions roamed the seas, coexisting uneasily.

“Understood. Mei Yuanmu, I’ll address him first. Later, brief me thoroughly on this region’s power dynamics.”

Mei Yuanmu, brilliant, instantly grasped Lou Yun’s intent. “Yes, island master. My grave oversight—I neglected to report sooner. Let me make amends: capture this insolent Kang Datong for your judgment.”

Lou Yun knew Mei Yuanmu calculated risks carefully. Confidence meant near-certain success. Yet he didn’t immediately agree. “No blame. We’ll observe the situation outside first.”

“As you command. Island master, Elder Leng—follow me.”

Lou Yun and Leng Cangqiong stood, exiting the hall behind Mei Yuanmu. As they walked, Lou Yun’s mind raced. Kang Datong posed minor trouble, but opposing Domineering Island or other regional forces? Far graver challenge.

The seas seemed safe—but hid dragons and tigers, factions in constant strife. A single misstep could plunge Divine Weapon Island into dire peril!