The fastest updating and most complete novels come from the novel network.Within primitive religions such as Voodoo, there is generally a sense of primitive reproductive worship; they believe that the female genitalia is the Gate of Humanity (and in fact, it is), so they crafted this ritual artifact resembling the female reproductive system. () The recognition of this item within Voodoo can be intuitively understood as the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King’s staff) in Journey to the West. Its status is self-evident. It is said that after creating a Voodoo doll and placing it inside this artifact for a period before removal, the success rate of the Voodoo doll reaches 100%. Incidentally, without this divine artifact, even the most skilled Voodoo sorcerer achieves only a 40% success rate when crafting Voodoo dolls.

The second item Blackbeard produced was a small ceramic-looking vial. Inside was the most crucial raw material for making Reborn Corpses or even Rotting Souls Corpses, called Sangjitatā. Its main components were specially processed pufferfish poison powder and toad venom powder. Blackbeard spent a full ten years collecting enough to fill this tiny vial, which speaks volumes of its preciousness.

Having obtained these two items, Davy Jones was clearly quite satisfied. Then, someone presented ten brand-new breech-loading cannons and five full chests of gold sovereigns—it was unclear by what means Blackbeard had communicated with his crew. Only then did Davy Jones cast a lingering look at the worn scabbard in his hand, let out a great laugh, and tossed the scabbard over.

Blackbeard snatched it! An expression of intense excitement involuntarily spread across his face, because as the sword tip and the scabbard drew near, both began to glow, and the radiance instantly suggested they were merging, completely integrated, feeling as if they were nourishing one another! By now, even a fool could tell these two items were deeply connected. Even a calculating veteran like the cold and detached Blackbeard couldn't suppress a hideous smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Blackbeard stood rooted, raising the silver rapier high in his hand, along with the black scabbard he had acquired at such a great cost. Then, abruptly, he thrust the silver rapier into the sheath! And then!!…….

Nothing happened.

Blackbeard’s two eyes seemed about to bulge out like a toad’s! Such an expression appearing on this stern and vicious legendary captain was indescribably comical. Even more bizarrely, the moment his hand relaxed, the silver rapier he brought suddenly snapped out of the sheath as if forcefully ejected! It clattered to the floor.

Davy Jones beside him burst into unrestrained, roaring laughter, clutching his stomach so hard tears threatened to spill. Following his laughter, the door burst open, and five pirates swirled in like a sea wind! Most of these pirates were disabled; one had an iron hook replacing his right hand, another walked with a wooden leg. But Fang Senyan felt an overwhelming, ferocious aura wash over him the moment they appeared, like a Category Twelve hurricane, nearly filling the entire captain's cabin!

Evidently, Davy Jones had noticed the scene, fearing Blackbeard might turn violent out of embarrassment and anger, so he immediately summoned his ship’s finest enforcers, his "Gold Medal Hitmen" and "Twin Red Sash Holders," to "hold the line." Watching the terrifying strength of these men, Fang Senyan suspected any one of them could match Scar Henry.

Fang Senyan sighed inwardly: The three great Legendary Ships truly lived up to their fame. On the Bell and Goblet or the Salty Dog, he could be the capable Boatswain known for combat ability, yet here, aboard this legendary pirate vessel, his individual fighting prowess probably ranked below even a low-ranking deckhand. If not for the reputation he’d earned among the pirates for his navigation skills and organizational coordination beforehand, he might not have secured his current standing and influence at all.

Blackbeard’s whole body trembled, not just from the renewed shattering of a decade’s hope, but also from the massive loss he’d just incurred. What enraged him further was being on someone else's territory, completely cornered by Davy Jones; he couldn't lash out even if he wanted to! Blackbeard’s venomous gaze finally settled on Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan’s heart instantly tightened; Davy Jones might not fear Blackbeard, but that certainly didn't mean Fang Senyan was safe! In the Caribbean world, Blackbeard was always versed in dark sorcery; later, he even used the Reborn Corpses to crew his entire ship. If such a monstrous figure fixed his vengeful attention on Fang Senyan, the coming days looked grim.

With this thought, Fang Senyan, who had intended to leverage another crucial piece of information for a high price, now abandoned the idea. What if Blackbeard unleashed some lost Voodoo curse before he could change his mind? That would be a disastrous trade-off! Just as the tension escalated to a breaking point, Fang Senyan sighed and stepped in front of Blackbeard, saying with genuine sincerity:

“Sir, I know where the problem lies.”

Given Fang Senyan’s previous outstanding performance, his words carried weight at this moment. Blackbeard’s expression softened slightly, though he was secretly overjoyed, like a drowning man grasping at straw. He maintained his icy exterior:

“Speak.”

Fang Senyan sighed: “I vaguely heard Armand mention something about the rapier before, something passed down from his ancestors. Now it seems Armand’s rapier itself has weak inherent power; it only appears impressive because it’s usually kept sheathed, absorbing a bit of spiritual energy. Armand likely used this to mask the scabbard's true magic. Normally, no one would suspect that this dazzling rapier was merely an empty shell, and the truly formidable item is this battered scabbard.”

Blackbeard’s eyes flickered, as if catching onto something. Fang Senyan continued:

“But even with this safeguard, Armand seemed uneasy. I sense that this weapon has established a peculiar link with Armand. This connection… I cannot clearly explain it. In our Eastern tradition, the human soul is divided into seven parts. It’s highly possible that Armand, or his ancestors, deposited one part of their soul into this weapon. That is why anyone other than him cannot use it. Can you accept this explanation, Sir? Perhaps this is the true reason why the sword and scabbard fail to merge upon meeting.”

Blackbeard nodded, but a look of relief and sudden understanding dawned in his eyes:

“I see.”

A malicious thought suddenly sparked in Fang Senyan’s mind, yet his expression remained placid: “Actually, eliminating such a special soul imprint on a weapon is quite simple; you only need to kill the person who inscribed the soul mark.”

His words subtly shifted the blame toward Armand—a verbal thrust sharp enough to kill without drawing a single drop of blood. However, a strange look crossed Blackbeard’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth stretched into a forced, unnatural smile:

“No need for such trouble.”

Then he reached for the scabbard of the sailor’s knife at his waist. Without any visible effort, his entire body began to tremble. The tremor was peculiar, as if a deep chill were spreading from head to toe. In contrast, Davy Jones’s face grew serious. Soon, a pirate reported from outside that someone from the opposite ship was asking to enter their quarters.

Blackbeard glanced at Davy Jones, who waved a hand, granting permission. The pirate who entered was bare-chested, his eyes vacant, his expression dull, seeming to gain a glimmer of life only when looking at Blackbeard. Blackbeard directed this pirate to stand behind him and, with his free hand, plunged it backward into the man’s chest!

Only then did the pirate display an expression of life—not of pain, but of relief. Blackbeard didn't look at him, simply reaching around and brutally carving out the pirate's heart with a bloody mess. A sharp stench of gore immediately flooded the air. Blackbeard held the bloody organ in his palm, treating the mangled mass like a rag, and vigorously wiped the sword scabbard with it!

The scabbard immediately emitted a faint, blood-red glow, while the blood dripping from the heart turned a faint gray. Simultaneously, the air seemed to fill with faint, piercing, despairing cries. The cold sneer on Blackbeard’s lips deepened, but his hands worked relentlessly. By the time the heart had finished wiping the scabbard clean, it had turned a dull gray and shriveled, resembling a genuine piece of filthy rag.

Blackbeard tossed the heart aside and grasped the hilt again, plunging the silver rapier into the scabbard!

This time, he succeeded!

The instant the slender silver rapier settled into its sheath, all the light in the room seemed to collapse inward, deeply swallowed by the blade. It was as if their separation had been too long, and upon reunion, they formed a greedy, starving black hole, intent on ceaselessly absorbing everything.

Fortunately, this strange phenomenon did not last long. Davy Jones, his face grim, waved a hand, and the sun-facing bulkhead of the captain's cabin suddenly sprang open with a pop. Amidst swirling dust, the searing Caribbean sunlight poured in directly, shining upon the sword. For a split second, the daylight seemed to take on a fluid quality, twisting and refracting as it was violently drawn into the scabbard. In just a few seconds, this absorption reached saturation, and everything returned to normal.

.......... Next chapter, Paul the Octopus Roulette will be updated around 12 o’clock! Heh heh, what reward will little Fang, who offered the sword, receive? See you then!