Chapter 37 The Purpose of the Visitor
Because the Sanyin Chen clan's lineage of cultivators had long since ceased, Chen Xuanlin and Chen Gan'er had never seen a cultivator since they were born.
In the past, when Wu Kai landed, it was always connected to mortal islands, so even the oddities they encountered were within their comprehension.
Since the arrival of cultivators on Sanyin Island, the islands connecting to it have become increasingly bizarre. Chen Xuanlin sometimes wondered if all this was caused by the presence of cultivators.
For example, if Sanyin Island had no cultivators, would it not have connected to this strange island? As
Chen Xuanlin sighed slightly, Chen Gan'er climbed a small hill. He looked up at the red cloud overhead, then turned to Chen Xuanlin and said,
"Brother, I think the stench on this island isn't coming from this island, but from this red cloud above."
Chen Xuanlin, who had already activated the Soul Summoning technique, had his eyes dark as ink.
He had sensed something from the moment he set foot on the island. He saw that the massive red cloud in the sky seemed to possess a hint of soul power.
After practicing Soul Summoning, Chen Xuanlin realized that all living things possess soul power. The fish in the sea, the snakes, insects, and birds on the islands, and even the people living on the islands all
possess soul power. So, how could the red cloud in the sky be emitting soul power fluctuations? Could this red cloud also be a living being? Chen Xuanlin pondered this question.
Having traveled this distance, they encountered no other living beings. Chen Gan'er and Chen Xuanlin, constantly practicing their incantations, had consumed a significant amount of their spiritual energy and soul power.
They had reached the most intense stench, a scent so intense that even the slightest whiff would cause ordinary mortals to vomit uncontrollably.
The smell was like the odor of thousands of corpses piled together, left in the scorching heat for two months.
But even at this point, no one was in sight. Sensing he had been tricked, Chen Gan'er shouted, "
Who are you? Why summoned me here? Why are you hiding?"
As Chen Gan'er finished speaking, the mighty voice echoed again.
"The Lord of Chen's sinners?"
Er Chen looked in the direction of the voice, and finally saw a huge figure not far away.
The huge figure was sitting on a flat rock, and even when sitting, it was about two feet tall.
Although its body was tall, the color of its body was the same as the color of the land on the island, dark red.
If you don't look closely, you might think it was a huge upright rock, which is why Er Chen didn't notice his existence at the first time.
His body and facial features were covered with a thick layer of wind and sand. As his words fell, the dust on his body also fell.
The eyes that seemed to have been closed for a long time slowly opened, and a captivating divine light shot out from his eyes, and the terrifying aura on his body also unfolded.
This aura alone made Chen Gan Er couldn't help but feel his legs trembling.
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This was the first time Chen Gan'er had felt the imposing presence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator up close, and the first time he had clearly sensed the gap in strength between himself and one of them.
It felt like an insurmountable chasm.
The towering figure, its eyes captivating, fixed upon Chen Gan'er and Chen Xuanlin, instantly doubling the pressure they felt.
A deafening voice rang out again.
"After so many years, the Chen family's sinners have weakened to this point. The sinner's leader has lost even their Foundation Establishment cultivation."
Chen Gan'er, resisting the pressure, gritted his teeth and demanded,
"Why do you call our clan sinners?"
The towering figure erupted in deafening laughter.
"Hahahahahahaha."
"Ridiculous, ridiculous! You don't even know what your ancestors did. How pathetic!"
Seeing the other party resorting to deception again, Chen Gan'er, furious, spat on the ground. "Stop the deafening deception! Just say what you want to say. If you want to fight or kill, just do it. You're such a fusser! Are you a man? Or are you not even human?"
As soon as Chen Gan'er finished speaking, he felt a surge of pressure. He was blasted outward like a cannonball, finally being blasted three feet into the ground before coming to a stop.
Seeing this, Chen Xuanlin hurriedly called out, "Gan'er."
After a few breaths, Chen Gan'er stretched out his hand from the ground and waved it to show that he was still alive, before it drooped limply.
Chen Xuanlin felt slightly relieved. It seemed that although Chen Gan'er had suffered serious injuries, he had not been killed by the blow
. At this moment, the tall figure sitting upright slowly withdrew his raised hand and said, "A
small clan without even a foundation-building cultivator dares to speak so arrogantly." Chen
Xuanlin took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said, "I am Chen Xuanlin, the patriarch of the Chen clan. I believe you have something to say to me. Since you summoned me here, why hurt my people?" The tall figure's gaze rested on Chen Xuanlin's inky black eyes and slowly said,
"I am Chen Xuanlin, the patriarch of the Chen clan. I believe you have something to say to me. Since you summoned me here, why hurt my people?"
The tall figure's gaze rested on Chen Xuanlin's inky black eyes and slowly said, "I am Chen Xuanlin, the patriarch of the Chen clan."
"Chen Xuan-Lin! He is indeed the Lord of Sinners!"
"The funny thing is, the Lord of Sinners also practices the Gray Mist. How pathetic."
After a moment, the figure continued,
"We've spent a great deal of money to connect with your island, hoping to give the Chen family a chance."
Chen Xuanlin's eyes narrowed slightly. "What chance?"
The tall figure's voice was surprisingly bewitching.
"Looking at you two, I know your family is still struggling for survival. You and the one lying in the ground, I can kill them with a snap of my fingers. Cooperate with me, and I will ensure the safety of your family."
"And I promise that your family will surely produce a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the future."
"And you can see that I can kill all the mortals on your island in three breaths. But by only summoning you and not harming your islanders, I've already demonstrated my sincerity."
Chen Xuanlin's eyes narrowed even more. "What do you mean by cooperation?"
The figure said,
"The entire Chen family swears by the Dead Sea and the Gray Mist to become slaves of the Wang family."
Chen Xuanlin said thoughtfully,
"Wang family? Why haven't I heard of this family? Are you from the Wang family too?"
The figure said,
"You don't need to know about the Wang family! You also saw the resource island next to my island. The concentration of spiritual energy is not low. As long as you agree to cooperate, the environment of your island will be like that resource island in the future."
"We will give your island a Dead Sea Communication Monument, and then we will provide you with spiritual stones, exercises, spells, and other resources through the Dead Sea Communication Monument."
Chen Xuanlin said,
"Is it that simple? After taking the oath, the Chen family will be able to obtain so many supplies in the future and give birth to foundation-building practitioners?"
The divine light in the eyes of the tall figure became even more captivating:
"Of course not. There's one more crucial condition! After this partnership, you must not offer sacrifices to any deities, beings within the gray fog, or even sacrificial spirits."
"The Chen clan can only worship whatever being the Wang family tells them to!"
Chen Xuanlin's narrowed eyes flickered with a glint. He remained noncommittal.
"I'm actually curious. What price did you go to reach our island? And why did you come to us, a small tribe struggling for daily food?"
"And why do you make such a strange request?"
The seated figure slowly rose to his feet. With his movement, the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator erupted without reservation.
His dark crimson eyes met Chen Xuanlin's inky black, and he spoke word by word,
"No matter what my purpose, do you have the right to refuse?"