Family Cultivation: I Farm and Raise Fish under the Sea-Chapter 203 - 131 The Purpose of Zoroastrianism
Chapter 203: Chapter 131: The Purpose of Zoroastrianism Chapter 203 -131: The Purpose of Zoroastrianism Lu Qingshan traveled on the vast sea surface, his robes fluttering in the fierce wind with a rustling sound.
After flying for several hours,
He arrived near an unfamiliar sea area close to the southern Ruins.
An unnamed small island was positioned in this sea area.
The island was not large, about several miles in circumference, with lush jungles and the sounds of birds and beasts, making it quite hidden.
Because the island had no Spirit Vein, very few Cultivators would pass by.
Lu Qingshan rode his tunneling light, flying straight toward the center of the island.
Crossing over the numerous mountain ranges on the island, he arrived in front of a spiritual peak at the center.
Beneath the spiritual peak was a dark cave entrance, emitting wisps of sinister energy.
He quickly entered, passing through a long, dark passage, and then arrived at a large underground hall.
The hall was quite spacious with over a dozen red pillars stretching up to the rocky ceiling, carved with many Alien Beasts whose eyes emitted a blood-colored light, somewhat eerie.
At that moment, over ten Foundation Establishment Cultivators were standing in the center of the hall, with waves of sinister energy pervading the entire place.
On a high platform in front of the group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators stood a middle-aged man in red robes.
The man’s eyes were filled with evil, like a poisonous snake, radiating a terrifying aura; he was clearly a Purple Mansion Demon Cultivator.
When the people saw Lu Qingshan arrive, they merely glanced at him coldly before paying him no further attention.
Lu Qingshan slowly approached opposite the red-robed man, standing beside a group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
“Gui Mie, have the outside messages been investigated? Could there be a spy among us?” The red-robed man spoke with murderous intent, his aura bursting forth.
“Reporting to the envoy, those scum from the Flowers Sect have been attempting to encircle and suppress us with all their might, sacrificing a large number of Spiritual Objects…”
Lu Qingshan clasped his hands together, his face full of respect.
Nearby, a few Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators were also as silent as cicadas in winter under the pressure of the red-robed man’s aura.
“Xue Lingzi, can you explain why?” The Purple Mansion Demon Cultivator’s gaze was extremely cold as he addressed a middle-aged man below.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingshan’s heart leapt with joy; this Xue Lingzi had always been at odds with him, and the two had fought fiercely.
He was always at a disadvantage.
Xue Lingzi’s face turned bitter upon hearing this, and his sinister countenance became even darker.
“I truly don’t know, I absolutely did not pass on any information.”
“It must be someone else who secretly joined the Flowers Sect.”
The expressions of the other Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators turned cold; Xue Lingzi was truly courting death, thinking to drag everyone down with him.
“Then explain why every time you go out, our stronghold gets attacked?” The red-robed man’s face was full of relentless killing intent.
Without waiting for Xue Lingzi to respond, the man opened his mouth and a Blood Sword Energy burst forth powerfully, cutting viciously toward Xue Lingzi’s face.
“Ah…”
Accompanied by a scream, under Xue Lingzi’s unwilling gaze, his head was instantly sliced into a mass of bloodied fragments, and his body slowly fell to the ground.
At that moment, a green light rapidly burst out from the body; the red-robed man reached out with one hand, and a giant hand of Demonic Qi instantly materialized, firmly capturing the other’s Primordial Spirit.
“Mighty envoy, spare my life!”
Xue Lingzi begged pitifully.
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“Go and explain to the Venerable.”
The red-robed man sneered coldly and put the Primordial Spirit into a bottle.
He intended to let the Venerable conduct a Soul Search, preferring to mistakenly kill than to let anyone off.
It was very difficult for Purple Mansion experts to break through the Primordial Spirit of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
After all, a Cultivator who has gone through the Foundation Establishment Baptism has their essence, Qi, and spirit intertwined, making soul searching extremely difficult.
The expressions of the several Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators nearby instantly turned grim.
A sentiment akin to the lament of one’s own doom when seeing others’ misfortune.
“In the future, you must be more cautious in your actions; do not fail the Venerable’s important affairs.”
“Step up the efforts, search for the Pure Yin Body with all your might, do not be negligent, whoever contributes will be generously rewarded by the Venerable, with all sorts of top-tier Secret Techniques, Divine Skills, and Purple Mansion Spiritual Objects… all are available.”
The red-robed man made heavy promises, squeezing out a bit of a smile on his face.
To appease his subordinates, he had put in quite an effort.
“We will carefully follow the orders of the mighty envoy.”
Lu Qingshan and the others all clasped their hands together, faces full of respect.
The red-robed man nodded in satisfaction and then walked towards the passage in front.
After passing through the group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators and the passage, he arrived on the ground above.
He rode the Blood Sword Energy, flying toward the east.
Endless sinister energy rolled up layers of sea fog, flying all the way until a day later.
He stopped at a small island in a sea area near the edge of the Flowers Sect.
The red-robed man directly passed through the jungle on the island and arrived in front of a large cave underground at the center.
Passing through numerous passages and numerous turns, he arrived at an underground hall next to a Blood Pool.
At that moment, a black-robed old man was sitting cross-legged by the Blood Pool, his countenance sinister, and his gaze extremely cold.
His aura was so strong that it stirred up the waters of the Blood Pool.
“Yama, you have come.”
The old man spoke indifferently, a flash of bloodlight passing through his eyes.
“Reporting to Venerable Shadow Phantom, I have brought a Primordial Spirit during this trip and hope the Venerable will help me search the soul.”
Yama stood not far away, his face full of respect.
He then took out a green Primordial Spirit and handed it over.
The Primordial Spirit was emitting strands of light, and the shadow inside looked terrified.
“Venerable, spare my life, I am innocent…”
Shadow Phantom paid no heed, operating his Mana to form a large hand, fiercely grasping the Primordial Spirit.
His Divine Sense shot out quickly, brutishly probing into the Primordial Spirit.
“Ah…”
Xue Lingzi started to wail frantically, the light of the Primordial Spirit flickering and dimming. Moments later, there was no more movement, the entire Primordial Spirit was utterly dim, as if it would collapse at any moment.
“It’s not him; it could be a coincidence.”
After a moment, Venerable Shadow Phantom said indifferently.
“Take this Primordial Spirit to feed to the Blood Corpses, consider it making the best out of waste.”
“As you command!”
Yama clasped his hands, his face full of respect.
