Family Cultivation: I Farm and Raise Fish under the Sea

Chapter 114: Chapter 90: Return to the Family – Huge Gains! -2
 

At the edge of a vast lake in the central region, Zhuang Guxue sat cross-legged within an Array, meditating in cultivation.

During this period, she had been closely following information on the mysterious man, and seeing that no cultivator had found any trace of him, her heart gradually let go of concern.

…

In a rich jungle,

Gui Mubai and a few young men were chatting.

“Have you not discovered any trace of this person yet?”

“We have been searching with all our might, but that boy is extremely cunning, as if he has evaporated from the world.”

“It’s a pity that the Heavenly Demon Prince doesn’t care about us at all; otherwise, there would still be a sliver of hope…”

A young man said helplessly.

Gui Mubai frowned slightly, “Mu Chen is extremely proud; he only shows respect to those he acknowledges and would never show a good face to other cultivators. It’s wishful thinking to hope that he would use his spiritual eyes to search throughout the world.”

“It seems we can only slowly continue the search in the future.”

Soon, the air once again fell into silence.

…

Time slowly passed, and several months later.

Lu Li leaned quietly within a deep pit, his heart already still as an ancient well.

Calculating the time, today was the day for him to leave.

He scanned the area above his head with his Divine Sense and did not detect any anomalies.

Over the past month, the search had considerably diminished, and it had been a long time since any cultivator had flown over his head.

Lu Li shook off the dirt around him and lightly leaped out of the pit.

Then he laid down an ordinary prohibition around him and began organizing some of his gains.

To prevent prying eyes, he immediately placed the forty-plus Storage Bags at his waist into the demon refining pot, preparing to carefully count them after he went out.

This included Xiao Meier’s Storage Bag, which he thought might bring him a pleasant surprise.

He then released the Iron Pillar from the Spiritual Beast Bag and took it into the demon refining pot as well.

After doing all this, Lu Li operated a Secret Technique, causing his entire body to rapidly shift, emitting successive crisp sounds.

Before long, he returned to his original appearance.

Finally, he replaced the Aminokaze with an ordinary Flying Sword and changed into a different set of robes.

Lu Li carefully surveyed his surroundings, and feeling no hidden dangers, he sat cross-legged and began to wait.

Several hours later,

He felt a repulsive force all over his body, and as the scenery before his eyes wobbled, he vanished from the spot in an instant.

On the central plaza of Mystic Moon Island,

A large group of cultivators suddenly appeared, about half as many as when they had entered; many bore a murderous aura and faces weathered by the elements.

Lu Li quietly blended into the crowd, unremarkable.

At this time, numerous family clan cultivators began searching around the field, hoping their younger generations had safely returned.

Chen Mo searched around for Chen Wuluo, his heart extremely anxious.

Months ago, he had received word from his family that Chen Wuluo’s life-soul lamp had shown anomalies, and now with Chen Wuluo’s trace missing for a long time, his expression was extremely ugly.

“Could it be…”

“It’s not possible! With that item, Wuluo could not have perished, no matter what…”

He then held onto the last trace of hope and looked at the cultivators on the field, wishing for a miracle the next moment, but after a long wait, Chen Mo was disappointed.

“Lu boy, you’ve safely returned this time, Third Aunt truly didn’t misjudge you.”

At the edge of the field, Lu Yuting looked at the familiar figure, a surge of ecstasy instantly welled up in her heart.

She had been worried about him these days, and now seeing Lu Li return safely, she could finally relax.

Lu Li smiled and slowly came to Lu Yuting’s side.

“Third Aunt, I apologize for the concern. This time, I have gained a little.”

He said, even winking at her. Lu Yuting’s expression froze for a moment, clearly understanding Lu Li’s hint instantly.

Before long, cultivators returned to the field one after another, and a middle-aged Guest Elder from the Lu Family approached the two, his face full of sorrow.

Lu Yuting softly consoled him, “It’s good to be alive…”

The Guest Elder nodded sadly, “Alas… several comrades have unfortunately perished, and I barely escaped by the skin of my teeth, with little to show for it…”

At this moment, Chen Mo, not far away, saw that the members of the Lu Family had returned, yet Chen Wuluo and others were still missing.

His heart filled with unspeakable grief.

Lu Yuting smiled faintly and slowly walked over to Chen Mo, “Old Ghost Chen, your family’s Chen Wuluo has not returned; according to the wager, our Lu Family wins…”

She then plunged another knife into his heart by highlighting his pain, reveling in his evident discomfort, though her expression carried a hint of sympathy.

“Friend, may you find solace…”

Chen Mo’s murderous intent began to boil, his face shadowed with gloom, “Hmph… In a few days, I will deliver the items to the Lu Family.”

Lu Yuting smiled and returned to her original spot.

She wasn’t afraid of him reneging, as several nearby families had witnessed it—they knew that the Lu Family’s possessions were not easily embezzled.

Lu Li began to scan the surroundings. Not far away, the cultivators from the Lin and Wang families had been greatly reduced, each returning only one or two cultivators, looking rather pitiful.

At that moment, some of the returning cultivators reported the situation inside to their respective families, instantly sending shockwaves through all the cultivators outside.

From the mysterious man unleashing the Copper Armor Corpse to slaughter all around, to snatching Divine Skills from Mu Chen and Jiang Taixu and then leaving safely…

Suddenly, a group of cultivators on the field exploded like a keg of powder, all starting to discuss noisily.

The entire field, filled with thousands of cultivators, buzzed with conversation, a noisy hubbub, as everyone began to search around for suspicious individuals.

Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Flowers Sect were in shock, somewhat disbelieving the news that Wang Shengxue had relayed after they heard it.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, an unexpected change occurred.

A powerful aura rapidly approached from beyond the island and, in an instant, arrived above the field.

It revealed a tall middle-aged man, his presence deep as the ocean, obviously a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

“Fellow members from the Flowers Sect, I, Zhao Ning, have met several friends,” he said.

The middle-aged beauties of the Flowers Sect returned the greeting, puzzled in their hearts.

The Zhao Family also belonged to their Sect’s affiliated forces; they had seen this man before.

“What brings fellow Daoist here today?” they asked.

Coming to the center of the field, Zhao Ning, with a pained expression, said, “My Zhao Family’s direct descendant, Zhao Wuji, has fallen in the Floating Realm, and today I hope the fellow Daoists can accommodate me, allowing me to conduct an investigation…”

The lead beauty in purple stiffened her expression, “I’m afraid that might be somewhat improper.”

Most of the cultivators here were affiliated with the Flowers Sect. Although you are from the Purple Mansion Family, you cannot be so disorderly, else how could they command respect?

The privacies of cultivators are of utmost importance, how could they allow anybody to inspect freely?

Hearing this, the surrounding cultivators’ faces chilled, but due to the might of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, they refrained from cursing on the spot.

However, they were filled with contempt.

“Your Zhao Family’s direct descendant died because he was inferior in the Floating Realm, so does that mean we should investigate if our clan members die too…”

Knowing he had angered the crowd, Zhao Ning’s tone softened considerably, “I only need to inspect the Storage Bags and Spiritual Beast Bags briefly; I hope the fellow Daoists will do me this small favor.”

He then bowed his hands in thanks.

The purple-clad beauty pondered for a moment and then agreed.

“Fellow Daoist, you have only one hour.”

After all, they had to give the Purple Mansion Family some face.

“Many thanks to the fellow cultivators of the Flowers Sect.”

Zhao Ning smiled and nodded his head.

He then went directly to the entrance, letting a group of cultivators undergo his inspection.

The cultivators on the field simmered with silent rage but could only swallow this bitter pill.

Many cultivators slowly stepped forward, handing over their Storage Bags and Spiritual Beast Bags, and then calmly left the area.

The group of cultivators slowly moved forward, and soon it was Lu Li’s turn.

With a calm face, Lu Li handed over his Storage Bag and Spiritual Beast Bag.

Most of the items in the Storage Bag had already been put into the demon-refining pot, and the Spiritual Beast Bag was empty.

After all, many cultivators’ spirit beasts had also perished in the Floating Realm; it was not uncommon for spirit beasts to shield cultivators from calamities.

Zhao Ning searched carefully but found nothing unusual, so he returned the Storage Bag to Lu Li.

Receiving it expressionlessly, Lu Li slowly walked towards the island’s exterior.

“Fortunately, I was well-prepared; if any abnormalities had been found, I might have been killed on the spot.”

He slowly exhaled in relief.

Before long, Lu Li and the others passed through the crowd and arrived at the island’s edge.

Lu Yuting took out the Flying Boat, tossing it upwards, the Flying Boat suddenly expanded, transforming into a huge Flying Artifact, steadying in mid-air.

“Let’s go, back to Mystic Moon Island!”

She took the lead, flying up to the head of the Flying Boat.

Lu Li and another quickly followed onto the Flying Boat, each finding a seat to sit down.

The Flying Boat gently vibrated, and the scenery began to whiz backward.

…

Several hours later, Mystic Moon Island was in clear sight.

A year had passed, and still, there was no change; it was as peaceful and tranquil as ever, as if eternally unchanged.