One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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"The world government only dares to bully these small fry."

"That's right! Even if they had a hundred lives, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble for our Whitebeard Pirates!"

Looking at his confident sons, the white-bearded man opened his mouth, but ultimately did not reveal the truth.

Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing; the truth might be too cruel for them.

Marco stood beside Whitebeard:

"Dad, this incident has caused quite a stir. We should probably stay away from the Red Earth Continent for the time being."

Upon hearing Marco's words, Whitebeard's thoughtful expression vanished quickly, and he let out a hearty laugh:

"Gurararara... Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with us, Marco."

"You are my sons!"

Upon hearing Whitebeard's laughter, the many division commanders on the ship unanimously agreed:

"That's right! Dad is the strongest in the world!"

"With Dad around, we have nothing to be afraid of!"

"Ouch!"

Whitebeard ultimately did not put pressure on his sons.

Seeing them happily sailing the seas was Whitebeard's greatest wish in his life.

"Dad will definitely protect you!"

Whitebeard secretly made up his mind.

To be honest, Whitebeard's idea wasn't exactly right or wrong.

After all, the affairs of the World Government are indeed none of their business, and such matters are not something that his squad leaders can handle.

It seems that everyone in this world has the talent for cultivation, but very few can actually reach the top.

Telling them about the World Government would only make them anxious and fearful; it wouldn't have any real effect.

Conversely, without pressure there is no motivation.

Whitebeard's sons had long lost the desire to become stronger.

Among the crowd, only one fat, dark-skinned man stared at the newspaper that had been carelessly tossed on the ground, his eyes burning with rage.

"No passage allowed!"

The image of God Valley, shattered by a single sword strike, and the imposing figure of Lox kept flashing through his mind.

Teach clenched his fists, staring intently at the image of Mary Geoise in the newspaper, which resembled ruins.

While Whitebeard was having a heated discussion, the Big Mom Pirates had already started fighting against the fleet led by Akainu.

Charlotte Lindgren simply didn't have time to pay attention to Mary Geoise.

Wano Country, Onigashima.

Jin slowly landed on the ground, folded his wings, and pushed open the banquet hall door.

Unsurprisingly, he was the only one in the Beasts Pirates actually doing the work; the rest of the crew were drinking in the banquet hall.

King threw the newspaper on the table in front of Kaido:

"Mary Geoise was burned."

Kaido struggled to open his blurry eyes and almost lay on the table to look at the newspaper.

Quinn, chewing on rice cake, said nonchalantly:

"Holy Mary Gioia?"

"What does this have to do with us? That's something for the Navy and the World Government to worry about."

"You're such a fussman."

"If you're not going to drink, then hurry up and go somewhere else, don't delay our banquet."

"What did you say?"

Veins bulged on King's forehead. Just as he was about to have a man-to-man duel with Queen, Kaido, sitting in the main seat, suddenly let out a cry:

"Waaaaah... Damn Tiger! Damn Revolutionary Army!"

"They didn't even invite me to such an important battle?!"

King felt his anger instantly extinguished. What could he do with such a pirate crew? He was helpless too.

Kaido shook his head vigorously, as if he had thought of something:

"By the way, what about that kid who came here last time?"

"Does this have anything to do with him?"

Chapter 129 is just so fitting.

What is Blake doing?

Blake slept until the afternoon before getting up. He was groggily dressed by the maid and taken out of the room.

The manor felt both lively and deserted today.

After last night's fierce battle, none of the young slave girls slept well.

Those few who love to cause the most trouble every day are still resting now.

The construction crew has entered the core area of ​​Mary Geoise; their priority is to repair the Celestial Dragons' residences.

The whole of Mary Geoise was bustling with activity.

Blake stretched his body briefly in the manor before noticing someone had stopped at the gate.

He frowned, but didn't seem to care.

Shortly after, a CP agent, led by a maid, approached Blake:

"Lord Black Saint!"

Blake turned his head and saw that the CP's clothes still bore the marks of the battle, as well as wounds that were just beginning to scab over.

"It seems the Holy Land is short-handed right now, even the wounded are being sent out to work."

Thinking this to himself, Blake frowned and looked at the agent kneeling on the ground:

"what's up?"

The CP lowered their head, appearing even more respectful.

"Lord Black Saint, the Five Elders request your presence."

Blake was torn:

"Could there have been some flaw in the original plan? Did they discover something amiss?"

"impossible!"

"The only part of the whole process that I was personally involved in was leaking information through Ginny."

“But I have brought back Bello Beatty, who was making the call directly.”

"Even if other senior revolutionary officers are still alive, they should all be seriously injured."

"Even if they wake up, they're a bunch of die-hards, they shouldn't be able to implicate me so quickly."

"How could those five people with dementia be so smart?"

Blake's mind raced as he recalled what he had done, but his face remained impassive as he waved his hand dismissively with an impatient expression.

"Okay, I get it."

"Yes, Lord Black!"

The CP agent bowed again and turned to leave.

Blake watched his departing figure and felt a little relieved.

If the Five Elders really sensed something, this CP would at least keep an eye on him, or even go to see the Five Elders together under the guise of escorting him.

However, judging from his attitude, he seems more like a mere mouthpiece.

With that in mind, Blake stopped thinking about it.

As for what those five old guys are up to, we'll find out when we go and see for ourselves.

Blake, confident in his current strength, remained calm.

He swaggered off on his slave, who possessed the blood of giants, to the Five Elders' temporary office.

The once magnificent power structure was completely destroyed in last night's battle, and the Five Elders are handling the aftermath in a makeshift house.

Thinking about it this way, those five old guys have had it pretty tough.

I was beaten half to death last night (physical), and I probably won't even have time to rest before I have to keep working.

"Yes, I'll need cattle and horses like that once I'm in power."

Blake, without knocking, walked straight into the temporary office.

"What business do you gentlemen have with me?"

He glanced around at the Five Elders, his gaze lingering a moment longer on Pitt, who had been beaten particularly badly the night before, before sitting down on the empty sofa.

Volcholi's mustache was neatly trimmed, and he rested his chin on his hands.

"Black Saint, the reason I called you here is to ask you about the mobilization of the Red Harbor garrison."

"So that's what happened."

Blake understood.

It was quite a coincidence that he sent Oswald with half of the Red Harbor garrison to inspect the maintenance of the cruise ship on the very day of the attack on Mary Geoise.

However, Blake had already prepared his explanation:

"Do I really need to ask you about this? The Red Harbor Garrison should know, right?"

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and acted as if he didn't care at all.

Maz squinted:

"But Mary Geoise was attacked that day."

"It was indeed my oversight."

Blake nodded, seemingly acknowledging his mistake, and then continued:

"I never imagined that it would be so difficult for five adults to govern the world, nor did I expect that there would be so many thugs on the sea."

“Even Red Harbor and the Holy Land could be breached.”

Upon hearing this, the five elders exchanged bewildered glances.

Blake's words, on the surface, were an admission of error, but in reality, they were a veiled criticism that they couldn't even manage the ocean.

So many thugs have appeared at sea, and people have even come to our doorstep. How are you managing things?

Pitt, who was already seething with anger from last night's battle, was now being mocked by a junior, and he immediately lost face.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up:

“Black Saint! Don’t try to change the subject. We’re asking you why you transferred the Red Harbor garrison.”

Blake first smiled and nodded at Pitt, then spread his hands:

"I'm planning to go for a stroll on the sea soon."

"Anyway, those garrison soldiers have nothing to do all day, so let them check the maintenance of the cruise ship for me."

"This is also a gift from Auschwitz for maintaining my respect."

"Any questions?"

"As a member of the world's nobility, I certainly have this much right, don't I?"

"But that day..."