Immortality begins with meditation puppets

Chapter 440 Dragon Man, Qiuniu

Giant Corpse Island.

The island is shaped like a crescent moon. To the east are straight, towering cliffs, smooth as if brushed, making it extremely difficult to climb without the ability of a deity to fly. The cliffs gradually flatten out to the west, with babbling mountain springs and lush vegetation surrounding a bubbling lake filled with rising white steam. Millions of creatures of all kinds thrive there. If a cultivator were to fly up and look down at the lake from above, he would see that it is shaped like a battle axe, and even at a height of ten thousand feet, one could feel the scorching heat emanating from the white steam.

Giant Corpse Island was originally called White Axe Island.

It is famous in the Western Sea for its axe-shaped lake on the island. The lake water is extraordinary. It is a great tonic for body cultivators to temper their bodies and nurture their essence. Even birds and beasts that breed around this lake for a long time can benefit from it, develop spirituality, and transform into great spirit beasts and demons.

With this naturally beautiful lake, and this giant corpse island, which is several times larger than Langya Immortal Island, the creatures it nurtures, and the creations of those creatures, are even more extraordinary than those on Langya Immortal Island.

It's a pity that this island was occupied by that sea witch and transformed into the domain of the evil god. This fiend can exert the power of a fifth-order evil god on this island. Even the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom has long coveted the White Axe Lake, but can only trade the lake water with the sea witch using weapons, magic tools, and other cultivation items.

Penglai Immortal Island once sent several pirate king ships to this island to test it out, but because the sea witch was too troublesome, or because the benefits of White Axe Lake were not great enough, they never made up their minds and allowed the sea witch to occupy this island to this day.

No outsiders interfered with this island, and the creatures on the island lived under the rule of the sea witch for countless years. Fathers begat sons, and sons begat grandsons. Whether human or demon, they had all become accustomed to worshipping the sea witch and built altars and temples on the island to please her.

The Dragonkin are one of them, and they are also the strongest and most powerful race on the island.

As the saying goes, dragons are lustful by nature and spread their seed all over the world. Even carp can be favored by true dragons, thus giving rise to the fish-dragon lineage. It is not surprising that humans and dragons combine to give birth to dragon-humans.

The Dragon-Human race has a dragon's head and a human face. They are born about ten feet tall and grow to thirteen or fourteen feet tall when they reach adulthood. Although they are not as powerful as true dragons when they reach adulthood, they are all gifted with the blood of true dragons. Their physical bodies are strong and their cultivation techniques are far superior to ordinary people. They all have the combat power of the third rank, and a few gifted individuals can even have the prestige of the fourth rank.

With this strength, he couldn't defeat the sea witch, but he could subdue all the tribes on the island. He was second only to the king on the island and lived a comfortable life, not feeling bad about it.

These comfortable and wonderful days came to an abrupt end more than half a month ago!

"How many clansmen left today?"

Before White Axe Lake, beneath a flesh altar built of massive stones, the current patriarch of the Dragon Clan, Long Fengxian, asked with a somber expression.

"Sixteen members, but the elderly and frail members of the clan have all passed away a few days ago. These sixteen members all have two or three hundred years left to live..."

Long Xiaotian reported to the clan leader with a look of regret.

There is a scale between heaven and earth. The individual strength of the dragon people makes reproduction difficult. To this day, without external calamities, the number of dragon people has never exceeded a thousand, and now there are only a few hundred or so.

And since the sea witch ordered a blood sacrifice at White Axe Lake half a month ago.

The Dragonkin race then slaughtered all the spirit beasts and monsters on the island, until three days ago, when there were no other living beings to kill besides the Dragonkin race, they had no choice but to turn on their own people.

"We don't know how long this blood sacrifice will last. If it continues like this, even if our dragon race were willing to sacrifice ourselves to the evil god, we still might not be able to complete this blood sacrifice. We need to think of another way!"

Long Fengxian's eyes flashed like lightning as he plunged into the White Axe Lake. He sighed that although he had the cultivation of the fourth level, he could not see through the bottomless lake water. He dared not dive into the lake water that could devour a person's body and soul. Naturally, he could not figure out what kind of existence the evil god made them sacrifice with their blood!
He only knew that he and the Dragonkin did not yet have the ability to turn against the Sea Witch. What they originally thought were the Sea Witch's stewards and henchmen was actually no different from the other creatures on the island; they were nothing more than flesh and blood bait raised by the Sea Witch!
Long Xiaotian looked up timidly and glanced around. He saw giants standing by the lake, much taller than the dragon people, who looked like piles of white flesh made of rotting corpses.

"Don't look at them. They are all wronged souls and evil spirits, bound together by the evil god with a magical method. They can only move around outside by using their corpses. They are just walking corpses, without any blood or qi. They are impossible to sacrifice. Besides, they are the evil god's precious treasures. How could the evil god bear to let them be sacrificed!"

Long Fengxian knew Long Xiaotian's thoughts and, in great distress, rejected them.

"Then my dragon race deserves to die, deserves to be sacrificed! Other methods? Where are there any other methods!"

Those cultivators from the Thousand Islands have completely blocked the sea routes outside Giant Corpse Island. Not even a single slave ship can enter Giant Corpse Island. Without outside creatures to offer as blood sacrifices, the catch of sea monsters in the surrounding waters is dwindling. Today they need sixteen of my clansmen to fill the gaps, tomorrow they might need twenty, and the day after, thirty. If this continues, the extinction of my Dragon Clan is imminent. Clan leader, it's time to get to work. We've been preparing for so long, that sea witch…”

Long Xiaotian's eyes blazed with fury, and he abandoned his previous timidity, speaking to Long Fengxian.

"Shut up! It's not time yet! Aren't there still two fourth-tier demons on Old Knife Mountain? In the past, we never bothered them and were neighbors for many years. Now that our Dragon Clan is in trouble, we can only ask them for help!"

Long Fengxian's eyes flashed, and he stopped Long Xiaotian to prevent him from saying anything he shouldn't have. He picked up his spear and walked alone into the eastern forest.

It's just a blood sacrifice. Killing all the creatures on the island isn't enough, so let's kill two more fourth-tier demons!

Just before heading up the mountain, he suddenly turned back to look at White Axe Lake, which was now white and translucent, as if a pot of blood had been boiled, soaked with the blood of all the creatures on the island.

White Axe Lake, White Axe Lake, what lies hidden beneath is nothing but an axe? The sea witch will take this axe, but to whom will she strike?
Will I be able to hold that axe?
Long Fengxian clenched his arms, and a few white scales flashed by.

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An endless fog, a deathly silent and eerie deep sea, with specks of eerie fire flickering in the fog. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be yellow lamps on a treasure ship, but the horror was even greater than the eerie fires, because each of those yellow lamps was made of human heads and fueled by human oil. Only by lighting them with human spirit could they illuminate this sky-covering fog.

Despite being called a treasure ship, it was actually dilapidated and had been submerged for countless years. The planks were pitted, rotten, and foul-smelling. On the wide deck, where horses and carriages could run, cultivators were hanging upside down on rows of meat hooks, while a group of vicious pirates were sharpening their knives at these fat sheep.

"Damn pirates! Disguised as merchant ships, you've been burning, killing, and looting! Don't give me a chance to escape! But the day I escape this sea of ​​suffering, I'll return to this deadly place and tear you limb from limb to avenge my grievances!"

Among the fat sheep, a Golden Core cultivator was quite tough. He cursed the pirates who were trying to rob him, but after only a few words, his head was hung on the bow of the ship by the pirates as a lantern. His flesh and blood were also devoured by the pirates, leaving only a little blood essence to be used as fuel.

After the pirates finished eating, they turned their sinister, inhuman eyes to the fat sheep hanging there. The leader even counted them as he looked at them.

"One, two... thirty-eight. This batch isn't very good. The strongest is only a Golden Core cultivator, and the rest are all second-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. At most, it will allow Qiuniu to hold out in this fog for another month or so."

If no one repairs our flesh and blood a month later, Qiuniu will be enraged, and we will not fare well either! Peng Muying looked at the two who looked the most human among them with displeasure.

"Li Huaichun, Zhang Changhao, we are all old guys who were eliminated from the pirate king's ships. Our bodies and souls have been offered to Qiuniu, and we are prisoners of this ship. Qiuniu cannot leave the place of death. If we want to seek human cultivation blood food, we have to rely on those brothers who are out there."

That summer, Wang Zhi and the others haven't come to offer tribute for a while. You two, as the former captains of the Jiaotu and Yazi ships, haven't been on the Qiuniu ship for long, and you still have some trusted confidants outside who can be used.

But even if they manage to gather blood and flesh from living creatures, they can only manage to get the current group of people. If they really want to be effective, we still need to rely on the brothers in Shipwreck Bay. Have your trusted confidants go to Shipwreck Bay to inform Wan Xiari and the others.

"I don't care what they're going through right now, even if someone has a knife to their throat. The blood offerings they're supposed to give this year must be delivered to me immediately. I've already spared them a month; I'll give them another month. If they don't send anyone, don't blame me for awakening Qiuniu and making them come in their own treasure ships, to keep us company from now on!"

“We know what our ancestors said. A few days ago, a message came from outside saying that Shipwreck Bay received instructions from Penglai to help those Penglai bastards fight for the divine runes. That’s why we didn’t have the energy to prepare food for our ancestors. Now that matter is over, our ancestors can just watch. We two will send out the message, and they will definitely not dare to delay our ancestors’ food and drink.”

The tall and thin Li Huaichun and Zhang Changhao were once the masters of pirate kingships who dominated their respective regions. However, after their lifespans ended and they were sent to the Qiuniu by the treasure ship, they became ship spirits that were neither human nor ghost. The key is that there are pirate ship masters above them who have more seniority than them. They are not only ship spirits, but also junior ship spirits with ancestors above them. Naturally, they have to be three points lower than others in their words and deeds, and are as obsequious as dogs.

They are so incompetent as to be worse than dogs that even the captains of pirate ships outside are inferior to them in their eyes.

What a despicable creature! What great things have you done that you dare to ruin our ancestors' food!

While cursing, Li Huaichun and Zhang Changhao took out talismans and began sending messages to their confidants outside, trying to get them to contact the pirates in Shipwreck Bay and urge them to come and pay tribute as soon as possible.

Their attempt to send a message was like throwing a stone into the sea; no one responded for a long time.

"Damn it! It's true what they say, once you're gone, you forget about them. We've only been retired for a few years, and these wolves dare to ignore us!"

Li Huaichun and Zhang Changhao used up all the communication talismans they had on them, but received no response. They cursed under their breath and went back across the deck to find their ancestor Peng Muying, so that she could prepare to awaken Qiuniu.

Those wolf cubs outside seem unreliable!
The two of them were cursing their cronies outside, who were also feeling wronged.

Ever since that last deal where they packed up a fleet of ships from Wanghai to the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom and sent it to this desolate land as a tribute to their ancestors, it's as if they've been cursed. First, they encountered a gigantic storm, a once-in-a-millennium event, which destroyed the entire fleet of treasure ships. Before they could even catch their breath on the rotten wooden planks, one by one, storm bear-men, rarely seen in the deep sea, devoured them like snacks.

The old man asked them why they didn't reply to the letter.

How can they reply when they're all dead?

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

In the mist, there was no distinction between day and night. After the pirates and raiders left one by one, the only sound on the deck was the dripping of blood.

No one had the energy to speak.

Helian Xian, who was older than the others, was even more weak and powerless, feeling that he would die before the pirates could even attack him.

"It's better that they're dead, so they can't eat fresh meat!"

Helian Xian spat and said fiercely.

"You're so magnanimous, old man. Even in this situation, you're not afraid at all. You're incredibly brave. If that pirate were to eat you, he'd be in deep trouble. I used to admire two leaders. One was Boss Li, who was indomitable, never giving up despite repeated defeats. His gang would disband and rebuild, only to disband again, but his ambition to be the leader never died. However, after meeting Boss Su, he settled into being a Double Flower Red Stick and lost his former fighting spirit. The other was Boss Su, who even survived taking me and Brother 260 under his wing. He's incredibly resilient! Now, you're one of them too!"

The 17th brother, who was also suspended, might not be in much better physical condition than Helian Xian, but his mental state was clearly much better.

"You two beasts! Why didn't you tell me sooner that you two are cursed stars, bringing misfortune to heaven, earth, and your companions? If you had told me earlier, I would have been out of my mind to hang out with you!"

It would have been better if the 17th brother hadn't spoken; once he did, Helian Xian became even angrier. Instead of cursing the pirates, he started berating the two brothers.

It turned out that these two brothers had told Helian Xian the truth after they were kidnapped by the pirates and brought to this desolate place.

They are indeed the incarnations of the Four Imperial Dao Patterns, which seek advantage and avoid harm.

Although they have an instinctive ability to seek advantage and avoid harm, which can turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into blessing, for every sip and bite they take, someone else will have to repay the karmic debt.

Parents, relatives, lovers, and companions—whoever is on good terms with them will suffer their misfortune.

Previously, Li Hailang always felt that he was incompetent and lacked the skills to cause the deaths of many gang members. In reality, he was taking the blame for these two brothers. The real culprits who harmed the Langtian Gang members were the two of them.

This is all thanks to Li Hailang's own strong destiny; even after taking in the two brothers for so long, he hasn't been cursed to death by them.

They followed Su Qing for a while afterward, and Su Qing was lucky enough to survive.

This made the two brothers wonder if their bad luck had turned into good fortune. The divine punishment they had suffered after the Dao pattern transformed into human form had been lifted, and they were no longer passive as the cursed lone star. That's why they decided to go out to sea to explore.

Given the current situation, it's clear that their divine punishment hasn't been lifted, and Helian Xian's life isn't as tough as Boss Li's and Boss Su's!

Fortunately, this old man's lifespan is coming to an end, so it's not a pity if he's tricked to death by them!
"Who says it's not a pity? Old things deserve to die! Old things deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)