Longevity through Upgrading Buildings

Chapter 600: Chapter 270: The Dao Stands a Foot Tall [Requesting Monthly Votes]

Ji Yuan did not quite believe it.

As for Ran Kui and the other three, they naturally would not believe Li Yuan’s one-sided words in front of them.

“You say it is, so it is?”

Phoenix Peach directly challenged.

Li Yuan seemed to have anticipated this outcome, “If all of you don’t believe me, I can take you to see my martial uncle’s remains.”

“Brother Li, it’s better to use such tricks sparingly lest you lose the respect of everyone, can’t you see?”

After Ran Kui finished speaking, he shook his head, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that Black Dragon Island has too many strange occurrences, and I really don’t have the energy to sort through them all with you.”

Seeing that these four in front of him showed no intention of relenting, and realizing he couldn’t face all four alone, Li Yuan finally let out a bitter laugh.

“Very well then.”

“There’s no hiding it, and after this, Black Dragon Island will likely cease to exist…” Li Yuan’s eyes surveyed the group, finally settling on Yun Qianzai.

“May I ask this fellow Daoist Tianshu, the Black Dragon Stone has already been taken by you, hasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Yun Qianzai remained silent, while Ran Kui openly admitted it.

“Rest assured, I won’t say something nauseating like ’the world is in chaos, and your Black Dragon Island can’t guard such treasures, let our Water Dragon Sect protect them for you.’

“This item was long coveted by our Water Dragon Sect, and now we just have the pretext to take it. If you’re not convinced, you can fight us four, or even declare war on the Water Dragon Sect.”

Upon hearing this response, Li Yuan gave a bitter smile and sighed upwards, “Things have come to this; fate truly intends to destroy Black Dragon Island.”

After speaking, he suddenly turned to look at the Foundation Establishment Cultivators at the hall entrance and called out loudly:

“Third, Fourth, martial uncle has already passed away, and our Black Dragon Island no longer has a Golden Core ancestor.”

These words caused the Qi Cultivation Cultivators to panic the most.

With the world in chaos and Black Dragon Island facing such changes, all their hopes were pinned on the Profound Turtle Zhenren, believing that even though the world was chaotic, they still had the protection of a Golden Core Zhenren.

But now the sect leader said the ancestor has passed away…

How should they handle this?

“Currently, the four esteemed guests of the Water Dragon Sect wish to see the ancestor’s remains, so please, elders, make a move and bring the ancestor’s body here.”

After Li Yuan finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion below.

The Foundation Establishment Elders exchanged glances and collectively bowed to the sky, “We obey the sect leader’s orders.”

If any one of them were asked to go alone, they naturally wouldn’t dare or want to, but since everyone was going together, there was no problem.

If there’s really danger, everywhere would be dangerous.

Seeing them all leave, Li Yuan then looked up at Ran Kui in front of him.

“Brother Wu Dao, how about it?”

His frank and tragic demeanor indeed made Ran Kui feel he might have misunderstood him.

But Ran Kui was not someone to be swayed by mere sentiment; he would not soften his stance because of this, and he nodded silently, “All right.”

As for Ji Yuan, his Divine Sense remained on the Foundation Establishment Elders who had left… The Three-eyed Dark Beast that left earlier had fled towards the southeast, but now this group of elders headed northeast.

Thus, the possibility that the Three-eyed Dark Beast is related to the Profound Turtle Zhenren is much less.

Ran Kui, on the other hand, asked, “Brother Li, why did the Profound Turtle Zhenren, who was doing well, choose to cultivate Demon Skills? Was he trapped by you earlier in the cave of the Black Dragon Stone?”

“He imprisoned himself there; how could we have the ability to trap him, alas.”

Li Yuan sighed again, seeing the others looking at him, he continued, “Why would he? It’s nothing but the unchanging reason.”

“Born in the mortal world, grown in the mortal world, finally reluctant to part with this mortal world.”

“Clearly, he had reached the end of his lifespan, but was unwilling to die, and thus sought out Demon Skills to cultivate, hoping to extend his life and seize an opportunity to break through again.”

Ran Kui became increasingly silent because most of the Righteous Cultivators he encountered over the years who converted to the Demon Dao did so for the same reason.

“At least this Profound Turtle Zhenren knew that cultivating Demon Skills was wrong and imprisoned himself; this is already commendable.”

Phoenix Peach finally said something positive.

“Martial uncle has always been very kind and dislikes killing.”

Li Yuan spoke as his eyes reddened, evidently recalling something, “Mar…Martial uncle has always treated me extremely well, like a true son.”

“No matter, if it’s confirmed that there’s no issue, we will naturally release you.”

Ran Kui did not finish the sentence, nor did he confirm anything explicitly.

He also sensed that there were layers of mysteries within this affair… If the Profound Turtle Zhenren was truly dead, and there were no issues with his death, then the incidents here of injuries would indeed just be the work of a Demon Beast.

It’s just that this Demon Beast was extraordinarily rare and immensely powerful.

Just considering that Three-eyed Dark Beast from earlier, although it was merely at the Late Stage Second Rank, if it came to a fight,

Ran Kui felt he would have to give his all, only then might he manage to capture that Demon Beast… He wasn’t confident without having Golden Core Cultivation.

A moment later.

The elders who went to fetch the Profound Turtle Zhenren’s body finally returned, even though they were still far away, their wailing cries had already been carried by the night wind.

Ji Yuan once again extended his Divine Sense to observe distinctly.

The elders carried a large palanquin that resembled a Dragon Chariot upon which an extremely thin old man sat, the golden Magic Robe draping over him unable to fill out his frame.