Chen Gan'er's eyes flickered, a look of interest etched in his eyes. "Fruits and vegetables? Not bad, just the right amount to offer to my brother. But my island doesn't have any special local products, so I wonder what your island needs."
Upon hearing Chen Gan'er mention his brother, the brocade-robed elder's eyes gleamed, but he remained impassive as he sighed,
"Alas! My cultivation technique is unique. It requires observing the various lives of the world and absorbing their energy in order to improve."
"So, please, Island Master, please take me on a leisurely tour of your island's village."
"Afterwards, I'll have some fruits and vegetables for you,"
the brocade-robed elder's words sounded sincere, yet serious.
Chen Gan'er sneered,
"Then your cultivation technique is truly unique. It requires no spirit stones, only energy. Such a remarkable method truly opens my eyes."
"But, old man, do you really think I'm a fool? Just for some fruits and vegetables, you'd let you into our island's vital areas, disregarding the safety of your people."
Chen Gan'er naturally didn't believe the old man's words.
After being rejected, the old man in brocade robes waved his hands hastily and said sincerely,
"On my island, I am only a cultivator at the second level of Qi training. How can I be a match for your island? If the island master thinks that there are too many of us, I will only bring one servant with me. I will send the others away."
Chen Gan'er was also somewhat impatient with the old man's nonsense and said in a louder voice,
"Old man, you are so shameless? Do you think I am so stupid? If it weren't for my brother's words not to attack casually, I would have beaten you long ago."
Chen Gan'er, a cultivator with a cultivation level less than the first level of Qi training, spoke disrespectfully to the old man in brocade robes several times. The old man's face did not show any anger. Instead, he smiled and took out a light red stone from his bosom and said, "
If I can offer this to you, I will give it to you."
The impatience on Chen Gan'er's face disappeared instantly, and a glint of wisdom appeared in his eyes.
"Spirit stone! It's of fire attribute! You actually have a spirit stone."
The moment Chen Gan'er saw the spirit stone, his eyes changed subtly.
The old man in brocade robes nodded with a smile on his face and said,
"What I said is true. Spirit stones are useless to me. Your island is so popular, I don't want to miss it."
The old man named Liu Shixing looked confident and calm, as if he had already confirmed that Chen Gan'er would agree.
Sure enough, Chen Gan'er's face also showed a hint of smile, and his tone became gentle. "Oh, brother, you are right. Connecting the shore is just connecting fate. Spirit stones are not important."
"Brother, if you want to take a look around, I will take you there."
Then Liu Shixing chuckled and said,
"Then I will trouble you, the island master. After I have finished touring your island, this spirit stone will belong to you."
Chen Gan'er laughed heartily. "No problem, no problem, brother."
Liu Shixing then followed his words, dismissing the other servants and leaving only the scarred young man with him.
However, as he dismissed the servants, he made a subtle gesture behind his back.
The scarred young man following behind Liu Shixing naturally noticed Liu Shixing's subtle gesture and his gaze narrowed.
This gesture indicated that the island was worth plundering and ready for action.
The scarred young man also knew that the servants Liu Shixing had just dismissed were also returning to Tingquan Island to gather manpower.
Just be prepared; at the command, a large number of servants from Tingquan Island would descend upon the island.
Then, the two men, each with their own agenda, walked side by side along the village road of Chenjia Village.
Chen Gan'er didn't question how a cultivator claiming to be only at the second level of Qi Linking could so easily offer such a precious item as a spirit stone.
Liu Shixing, seemingly unsuspecting, didn't inquire whether there were other cultivators on the island. He smiled and followed Chen Gan'er deeper into Chenjia Village.
The two seemed like long-time friends, their conversation harmonious.
However, when they turned their heads, in the moment their eyes didn't meet, a sinister glint flickered in
both. Liu Shixing and Chen Gan walked and chatted.
Liu Shitou casually asked,
"Your island is well-ordered, the inhabitants are safe, and the island owner is remarkably noble. Could it be a sub-island of some larger island?"
Every time the Sea of Death reached the shore, it was an unknown adventure.
To prevent the extinction of their bloodline through massacre, some large islands with large populations would take control of impoverished smaller islands through marriage and other means, preserving the lineage.
These islands, where a large family's bloodline remains, are called sub-islands.
Due to the inherited blessings of a powerful power, these sub-islands are often significantly more powerful than ordinary islands.
In the brocade-robed elder's opinion, Sanyin Island perfectly fits the profile of a sub-island: its inhabitants are impoverished, but its cultivators possess valuable resources.
Of course, Chen Gan'er knew nothing about this. When suddenly asked, he simply replied nonchalantly, "
What's with the son island or the father island? I don't know."
Upon hearing this, Liu Shixing's smile curled slightly, becoming even more genuine.
The three of them wandered until they reached the center of Chen Village,
where the stone sacrificial spirit and the Dead Sea Communicator's Stele were located.
This place is now considered a vital hub for the Chen clan, rarely visited by those from other islands.
A few scattered Chen clan members lingered nearby, having been greeted by several elders a few days prior. Seeing Chen Gan'er and his group arrive, they showed no surprise. They
simply stared silently at the group.
Upon arriving, Liu Shixing was immediately drawn to the prominent stone sacrificial spirit and the towering stele in the center of the clearing.
He passed over the stone sacrificial spirit, after all, Liu Shixing wouldn't have suspected that such a small, barren island would harbor a sacrificial spirit.
At most, he thought the stone was a shrine used by the villagers for daily worship, a common sight on the islands of the Dead Sea.
Seeing the island's communication monument nearby, Liu Shixing paused, a familiar feeling forming.
Though slightly puzzled, he didn't dwell on it.
Having just passed through the village, he had a general assessment of it.
The villagers' attitudes were somewhat peculiar, but there were few young and strong men, and their fighting power was weak.
Had he not encountered the self-possessed child on his way to the island, who had reminded him of the island's cultural heritage,
and had he not seen this black-robed youth, barely at the first level of Qi training, yet boasting surprisingly high standards, he would have already taken action.
This island was indeed unusual, but the sight of the brocade-robed elder only solidified his desire to plunder. The only cultivator he had seen was the black-robed man before him.
After assessing Sanyin Island, the old man's smile grew increasingly brazen. He slowly raised his hands behind his back and addressed Chen Ganer:
"The island master just mentioned there are other brothers. Could you introduce one or two?"
Chen Gan'er raised his chin and glanced at the brocade-robed elder.
"Old man, aren't you trying to gain popularity? Why are you rambling now?"
The old man's face darkened. A faint black light emanated from the hands of the fierce young man beside him.
Just as the brocade-robed elder, Liu Shixing, felt the time was right and was about to strike, a gentle voice rang out.
"Gan'er, a kind guest has arrived from Jie'an Island. How can we neglect him?"
A middle-aged man in a white robe slowly approached from a distance. It was Chen Xuanlin, who had changed into the white robe from the floating corpse storage gourd.
This white robe was also trimmed with silver thread and decorated with gold-threaded beasts. A red gourd hung from his waist, giving him a rather extraordinary look.
Chen Xuanlin wore his hair tied high in a bun. His long career as a clan leader and teacher gave him a gentle demeanor that carried a hint of authority without anger.
Seeing Chen Xuanlin appear, Chen Gan'er couldn't help but smile.
But as Chen Xuanlin approached, Chen Gan'er was shocked to find that Chen Xuanlin looked significantly older than when they had met him that morning.
The corners of his eyes were covered with long, thin wrinkles, like waves rising from the sea of death, swaying with the wind.
Chen Gan'er's face, which had just barely cracked a smile, turned gloomy again