Chapter Twenty: Black Flame Metamorphosis

Ten days later, Qin Mo saw her own armor in the backyard of the Da Yuan Chamber of Commerce. The gray-black armor was unremarkable at first glance, but no matter how you looked at it, you would never get tired of it. This armor was like a beautiful young woman who attracted the attention of all the men.

Qin Mo reached out and picked up a piece of arm armor. It was very heavy, which was completely inconsistent with its light appearance. It was obviously forged over a long period of time, condensing large pieces of iron into exquisite armor parts.

Qin Mo became interested and decided to don the full armor, looking at himself from left to right in the blurry bronze mirror, quite satisfied. He finally possessed a tough, masculine air, no longer the pretty, effeminate man he once was.

"Greyson, your skills are quite good. It's a pity that you're staying in Japan. Would you be interested in going to a bigger and farther place to see the world?" Qin Mo casually extended an olive branch.

“Your Highness is absolutely right. I was just about to ask Your Highness if you could take me and my family to Great Xia. I want to go to a free place.” Hui Sen, who was worried about how to ask Qin Mo, quickly took over the conversation, looking at Qin Mo with hopeful eyes, like a dog looking at a bone, which made people laugh.

"A place of freedom? What is freedom?"

"Well... freedom means being able to do what you like and be with the people you like. I have two wives and two children, and we're going to live together." Grayson thought for a while before finally expressing his views and aspirations for freedom.

“I have a fiefdom in the Great Xia, where you can have the freedom you want. If you feel it’s not suitable, you can leave at any time.” Qin Mo had long suspected that the two fat women were having an affair with Gray Sen. Hearing that Gray Sen had two wives, she couldn’t help but admire Gray Sen’s stamina and also felt a deep respect for his sexual interests.

"Should I fight for Your Highness?"

"No need. You can open a blacksmith shop in my fiefdom. As long as it's fair trade, no one can bother you."

A sincere smile appeared on Gray Forest's face, like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn. Family and training were his whole life; having satisfied those needs, what more could he ask for?

September in Edo Port is beautiful and bustling. The typhoon season has passed, the sky is clear, and merchant ships from the surrounding Daxia and Goryeo countries arrive at the port one after another. Whether it is the laborers on the dock or the local merchants of Japan, they can get the wealth they have longed for.

But now, all the merchants have stopped loading and unloading goods, leaving the entire dock to the Japanese mercenaries and their families who are seeing them off.

The old woman, her body trembling, placed the Japanese amulet "Omamori" (amulet) on her son's body. She fought back tears as she tried to smooth the wrinkles on her husband's clothes. The carefree bachelor knelt before his father, listening to his final admonitions. Perhaps... this was the last time they would hear their father's nagging.

Qin Mo looked at everything before him, his eyes stinging with tears. Others going to the battlefield had family to see them off, but what about him? He was all alone. Allen, Lin Bo, and others had always treated him like family, which had temporarily made him forget his loneliness. But now, seeing the warmth of family on the dock, that feeling of loneliness welled up in his heart again.

"Let's go!" Qin Mo turned and entered the cabin. The galleon sailing ship was the first to leave the dock and head straight for the ocean. The fully loaded fleet followed one after another, carrying the dreams of wealth of the Japanese, sailing towards the unknown distance.

The route from Edo to Otsumon typically started from Nagasaki, heading west to Korea, then meandering westward along the southern coast of Korea, passing the Liaodong Peninsula before entering the Bohai Sea. This route was close to land, with many ports along the way, making resupply easy.

Qin Mo's fleet was filled with people, most of whom had never been to sea before. So, after arriving in Hirado, Qin Mo stopped for two days to let them rest and acclimatize. Only then did he cross the Tsushima Strait and head towards Korea.

The fleet successfully crossed the Tsushima Strait, but after entering the waters off the southern coast of Korea, the weather grew increasingly worse. Dark clouds covered the sky without a single gap, and soon the wind and waves became despairing, turning white into night. The waves were higher than the masts, reminding Qin Mo of Gorky's "The Stormy Petrel."

But Qin Mo didn't want the storm to rage any more fiercely. He cursed the old man angrily. He had come into this world because of a storm at sea, and now, on his first long voyage leading a team, he was facing an even more devastating sea storm. If the ship sank, the power of nature would crush everything, and no matter if you were a Xuan Realm expert or a Di Realm cultivator, you would all perish at the bottom of the sea.

Qin Mo tied herself to the mast, holding a cork lifebuoy, letting the storm ravage her body. At this moment, it was better to suffer some damage outside than inside the cabin. If the ship capsized, it would be quite a sight to see her suffocate inside.

The storm lashed at him, making him wet and cold, but Qin Mo's body began to heat up strangely. If anyone got close to him, they would see that his face was completely distorted, clearly indicating that he was enduring great pain.

When Qin Mo was born, the black flames in her body were flaring up. It flared up again later, but was quickly absorbed by the phoenix mark on her chest. It didn't flare up again, and Qin Mo had almost forgotten about it. But now, the black flames, like a cunning hunter, have finally found an opportunity and have burst out from her limbs and bones again, wreaking havoc in Qin Mo's body.

The mark on Qin Mo's chest reacted quickly. The black flames were a contemptuous provocation. The phoenix mark transformed into a red vortex on her chest, like the gaping maw of an ancient ferocious beast, constantly sucking up the black flames.

However, this time the Black Flame was also fierce and did not back down. More and more black flames emanated from Qin Mo's body and rushed towards the vortex on Qin Mo's chest. The black flames and the red vortex were like enemies who had met by chance, showing no mercy and tearing each other apart.

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