My Daily Life of Farming in the World of Cultivation-Chapter 181 - 18 Turmoil at Sea_2
Chapter 181: Chapter 18: Turmoil at Sea_2
Chapter 181: Chapter 18: Turmoil at Sea_2
Continuing towards the volcanic island.
On one hand, this direction has more desolate islands, suitable for the continued cultivation of Sword-toothed Grass.
On the other hand, I wanted to see if there would be any new developments on the volcanic island.
Even though the clearing of traces had already been completed before, it was necessary to check just to be cautious.
As I left the island and entered the boundless ocean once again.
It was inevitable that I would come across other cultivators.
Thus, Fang Yun discovered that the organization, formed by over a dozen ships, that specializes in hunting other cultivators was not small in number.
These cultivators consisted of parts Innate Martial Artists and Blood Sea Martial Artists.
Constantly hunting other cultivators.
Perhaps hunting other cultivators yielded more compared to hunting demon beasts in the past.
With interests driving them, such organizations were naturally numerous and only growing.
Gradually covering all cultivators who ventured out to sea.
After all, if you do not hunt others, you can only wait for others to hunt you.
And once you gain enough benefits through hunting, who would remain calm in searching for traces of demon beasts?
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I guess they will keep looking for cultivators weaker than themselves.
Fang Yun had a premonition that this situation would ultimately involve Sea Origin Island itself.
At that time, a major unrest might occur, and it’s uncertain whether the Lin Family had anticipated this, or even if they had thought of it, they might not have taken it seriously.
However, this matter was irrelevant to him; indeed, in such a chaotic situation, it would be even harder for the Lin Family to find clues about Lin Zhenfeng’s death.
In a certain way, such a situation is beneficial to him.
Just that, as he continued towards the volcanic island, he was bound to encounter those interest-blinded cultivator organizations targeting him.
Fang Yun offered no courtesy to such organizations, the dark green vines rolled and easily sent them all to the bottom of the sea.
However, this situation became less frequent as he continued to approach the volcanic island.
After all, this direction contained less Spiritual Energy compared to other places, and the demon beasts instinctively disliked approaching this direction.
Under such circumstances, cultivators hunting demon beasts stayed away from this direction.
With no cultivators hunting demon beasts approaching, those whose primary purpose was to hunt cultivators naturally would not come near.
Seeing this situation, Fang Yun naturally felt relieved.
After all, killing those cultivators didn’t yield much that was of use to him.
Fang Yun naturally didn’t bother to kill more than necessary.
Soon, Fang Yun saw more and more desolate islands within his field of vision.
Seeing a desolate island suitable for planting Sword-toothed Grass, Fang Yun would go ashore to find a suitable spot, then generate enough seeds.
He then scattered these seeds on the desolate island, leaving them to grow naturally.
Slowly planting Sword-toothed Grass while advancing towards the volcanic island.
A month later, Fang Yun finally arrived at the island where he had buried his spoils of war.
He stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the desolate island for a while.
Eventually, he decided not to take out the spoils of war.
After all, although there were a substantial number of Spirit Stones among these items.
But now, Fang Yun didn’t have much need for Spirit Stones.
There was no need to complicate matters by taking out these spoils of war, increasing the likelihood of exposure.
Passing by this island, Fang Yun continued towards the volcanic island.
It wasn’t long before Fang Yun’s view was filled with a volcano continuously emitting black smoke.
Months had passed, the previously erupted lava had long extinguished, only some black smoke still emitted from the volcano.
As the ship approached, Fang Yun watched the increasingly closer volcanic island.
Gradually, a sense of reminiscence appeared in his mind.
After all, he had stayed for several years on this island, in some ways, it was also a home to him.
Months passed, and the volcanic island had once again become lush with vegetation.
Fang Yun parked the ship near the shore, then leaped onto the sandy beach of the volcanic island.
Looking at the miscellaneous grass that had regrown on the volcanic island, Fang Yun couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental.
The previous fire ultimately didn’t burn all the seeds of the weeds.
After burying all the bodies afterwards, these weeds, relying on ample nutrition, now grew more vigorously than the ones he had intentionally cultivated before.
Unfortunately, he had no involvement in the planting process of these weeds now.
Under the judgement of the Golden Finger, it was evident that Fang Yun wouldn’t be able to obtain Life Essence Qi from these weeds.
However, regarding this, Fang Yun didn’t care too much.
With hands behind his back, he slowly walked on the volcanic island.
Soon, he reached the small hill where he had previously resided.
On the hill, not only different kinds of weeds grew but also some rice-like plants sprouted.
Fang Yun looked at these rice plants, sighed lightly, and gently crouched down.
These should be the Spirit Rice that had grown from the stores he had previously.
Unfortunately, the lack of Spiritual Energy nurturing meant these Spirit Rice had lost the potential to become Spirit Plants.
In the absence of Spiritual Energy, these Spirit Rice still managed to grow toughly.
This made Fang Yun reflect on the hardiness of life.
