Chapter 953 - Preparation For Rainy Days (1/2)
Chapter 953: Preparation For Rainy Days
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Europe, Poland.
Wroclaw is the fourth largest city in Poland and the second-largest financial center of the country after Warsaw. Located in the southwest of Oder River’s bank, the city holds its important status in Poland due to its economic, cultural, and transportation developments.
Northeast of Wroclaw is an area containing a black castle with roads surrounding it, though the landscape itself is somewhat bleak with sparse towns and people. The only distinctive feature of the land was the majestic castle which is famously known by Wroclaw’s denizens as the residence of a famous big family in Poland.
Deep inside the castle was a room with gray-toned interior design, decorated with various antiques and furnishings, giving off a very elegant and classic style. Sitting on a European-style sofa was a solemn-looking Wyjątkowy Soloch, holding an ancient record in hand, comparing it with a map drawn on a sheepskin roll. Two black-robed decrepit old men stood still nearby like human skeletons wrapped in robes.
BAM…
The door was fiercely pushed on from the outside as a graceful and handsome youth with a pale complexion came running inside. He panted as indignance betrayed his face, shouting at the angry-looking three men, “The Life Crests of Clan Elders Wykres Soloch and Wznieść Soloch just shattered. They… they are dead.”
“WHAT?”
Wyjątkowy Soloch’s complexion changed instantly and the other two old men were petrified in that instant, glaring incredulously at the young man. Killing intent burst out from the three men, locking on the youth.
“SAY THAT AGAIN!” roared Wyjątkowy Soloch.
The young man gulped down but hurriedly said, “The Life Crests of Clan Elders Wykres and Wznieść Soloch just shattered and their wisp of souls dissipated, indicating that they passed away. The Ancestral Hall Elder ordered me to report it to the Patriarch and the two Clan Elders.”
Fists clenched tightly, Wyjątkowy Soloch’s eyes were filled with killing intent as he spoke with a heavy voice, “The two Clan Elders just sent the news that they were on an island in the Pacific Ocean. We can know their exact location through the use of our witchcraft. But if they died, we don’t have any means to pinpoint their location at all. What exactly happened to them that could claim their lives? They are among the 20 strongest people in our clan!”
“The message from Clan Elders Wykres and Wznieść Soloch before they were killed said that the island is not far from the main landmass,” interjected the black-robed old man with murderous intent in his voice. “But there’s no such island at all on the map we’ve collected, nor do we have the exact coordinates of their location. How can we find it?”
“I don’t care how difficult it is. We must find the location of where they were killed! And whoever killed them, they must pay a terrible price!” replied Wyjątkowy Soloch with a chilling voice, “Summon Grand Elder Wartość! Tell him to take some clan elders and form a team to immediately scour the Pacific region. They must find the specific coordinates of the last message and find the murderers of our clan members.”
“Affirmative!”
The two black-robed old replied and left immediately.
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Nine Dragons Island.
Tang Xiu chatted with the six young disciples from the Whole Unitary Sect for a long time and learned a lot about the situation in the cultivator community. It was Tang Xiu’s first time to find out that there were also some other sects aside from the Whole Unitary Sect that still passed down their inheritance. The number of sect members was few, but they still existed. However, most of them were living in seclusion in some mountains, islands, or other small worlds.
According to Jin Chanzi’s story, the Nascent Soul Stage was considered as the peak realm among cultivators on Earth, with around five people on Earth reaching such a realm. Those who had reached the Golden Core Stage, however, probably amounted to less than 30.
“It seems that the number of Daoist cultivators, as well as those who practice other cultivation systems, is much larger than I had thought. But I’m curious about something. How did you guys advance to the later stage of Foundation Establishment in such a small period of time, given the fact that the Earth is short of resources for cultivation and the Heaven and Earth spiritual qi is so thin nowadays?” asked Tang Xiu curiously as he looked at the six youths.
“You may know something else, Big Brother Tang. Our Small World is very rich in Heaven and Earth energy, several folds denser than the outside world,” said Jin Changzi with a smile. “One other aspect is the fact that our Sect cultivates many herbs, many of which are more than 1000 years old, while we also keep planting them to substitute our consumption rate. Other than that, we also gather precious medicinal herbs everywhere, so we are not in short supply of cultivation resources.”
Jin Chanzi’s explanation enlightened Tang Xiu immediately. It was essentially the foundation of the cultivator and Daoist schools and sects. Those cultivator sects with thousands of years inheritance were highly likely to have deep foundations just like the Whole Unitary Sect.
Suddenly, Jin Chanzi said, “Brother Tang, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”