A plane raft, and he got another potential point.
Jiang Yao nodded: "As expected of the son of a pilot, even making a bamboo raft looks like an airplane. Alas, do you think sharks will think Meituan is now delivering takeout by plane?!"
"When trying to survive, the requirements for basic tools are simple and practical, the shape and so on are completely out of consideration. As for sharks, as long as you don't come to take a dump or have your period halfway, it won't think there's anything edible on the plane.
I still have to make two sturdier paddles so you can remember the things to remember, okay?"
"What you said makes sense. The whirlpool is indeed moving. At 7:30, the first buoy was sucked into the whirlpool. At 9:40, the second buoy was sucked into the whirlpool. During this time, none of the other buoys were sucked into the whirlpool!"
Then, Jiang Yao pointed out to Lu Zhe where the buoys had sunk.
Lu Zhe nodded approvingly: "Well done! It's 9:45 now, let's see if the third whirlpool comes around 11:50. If so, we'll set off after the whirlpool passes, and as long as we can row to the opposite shore within two hours, it will be a great success."
"Sounds quite simple."
"In terms of distance, rowing one kilometer in two hours is indeed not difficult, but what I fear most is something happening halfway. Before we go, we need to eat something to replenish our strength, and empty our bowels, especially you with all that fish blood in your intestines. Getting a bottle of wine delivered in the middle of the ocean, the shark will definitely give five stars."
"But how to wipe without paper?!"
"The seawater is so clear, just wash it off right by the seaside."
"Okay!"
More than two hours later, around 11:50, the previously thrown buoys were all sucked into the whirlpool. Sure enough, the third whirlpool was passing by!
The two put on their backpacks, high-fived, and said in unison:
"Alright, off to Volcano Island!"
Having made full preparations, the two rode the plane raft, rowing towards Volcano Island.
They thought they would encounter some troubles midway, but there were none!
They even got to enjoy scenery rarely seen.
Schools of groupers, various wrasses swimming freely, stingrays flying below, and green lizardfish over half a meter long following alongside the plane raft all the way.
Jiang Yao thought the lizardfish looked shady and mischievously stomped on its big forehead with her little feet. Far from running away, it reveled in it.
Lu Zhe swung an oar and finally smacked it away.
There were also the occasional shark or two passing under the plane raft, but they were busy with a full feast and paid no attention to the takeout on the raft.
Midway they also encountered a whale shark, its passing stirred up waves that nearly capsized the plane raft.
A close shave, they successfully arrived at Volcano Island around 1:30 in the afternoon.
But because Lu Zhe deliberately avoided the area of whirlpool activity, their landing spot was slightly off from Bing Jie and Tang Xiaoguo's.
But that was no matter, everything was in their control once ashore.
Jiang Yao looked at the plane raft: "This crude plane raft has fulfilled its mission, should we take it with us?"
"Take it to do what?"
"Can't it replace the original bamboo raft to transport goods?"
Lu Zhe thought about it and shook his head:
"I'd rather take the trouble to make another bamboo raft on the other side of the stone forest than risk traveling those waters again."
Jiang Yao pondered: "You're right, the Rock Man had all his saplings pulled up by you, he definitely won't let you off."
He unloaded the intact bottles from the raft and tied its frame to a nearby coconut tree, like a crucifix.
Jiang Yao nodded: "From now on you bid farewell to planes, and I bid farewell to my first time. Why not use it to commemorate our innocent childhood and ignorant youth."
"That's a very novel sentiment. Don't worry, I'll find a chance to make up that to you!"
"I should be in my safe period now."
"Can't be sure about that. Besides, we're covered in salt and filth that would disrupt the pH balance down there, making you smell like an old lady rather than your natural maidenly fragrance."
"I...have a fragrance?" Jiang Yao sniffed herself: "Just a whiff of Philodendron I think."
"Of course you can't smell it yourself, but as your partner, I can catch a whiff sometimes."
Jiang Yao nodded: "If so, don't touch me there until you wash yourself clean!"
"Yao Yao, why do I always feel forced into concessions when chatting with you?"
"Okay!"
Suddenly, Jiang Yao turned around, stood on tiptoes, and planted a light kiss at the corner of Lu Zhe's mouth.
"Consider that compensation!"
Lu Zhe was taken aback:
Damn it, made me fall for her again.
Will I be forced further down this Sea King path?

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!