You Cultivate, I Farm

Chapter 314: Corpse Puppets

"My insect king was killed!"

In the boundless sea, on a massive rocky island.

Deep within the island, in a dimly lit cave.

A burst of blood-red light shot out abruptly, abruptly halting to reveal a gloomy-faced cultivator inside.

The cultivator wore a blood-red robe, and as the robe swayed, the intensity of the blood-red light fluctuated, with numerous faint shadowy insects seeming to wriggle slowly within the robe.

A creature with a body twisted from blood vessels and countless tiny blood-red tentacles protruding from its end flew out from the darkness.

It was the blood-congealing Yin Insect that had been rampant across the islands.

The insect flapped its two pairs of pale red wings and emitted eerie cries towards the cultivator in the blood robe.

Immediately, the blood-red light on the cultivator's body surged, and within the cavity of the blood-congealing Yin Insect, blood gushed out and seeped into the blood robe, transforming into one of the countless shadowy insects inside.

"Oh? Someone managed to kill your blood-congealing Yin Insect king in this area?"

A soft voice sounded not far away.

The owner of the voice was a diminutive cultivator, only reaching the height of an average person's waist.

In front of him, a corpse stood silently.

The diminutive cultivator's fingers softened and split into a brush-like shape, his arms elongating, supple as boneless, as they entered the dark pupils of the corpse's hollow ears.

After a few breaths, his arm retracted, returning to its normal shape, with traces of the original owner's remnants remaining on his fingertips.

Behind him, there were dozens of grayish-brown mounds, resembling graves, each mound adorned with a human skin flag, with many strange runes drawn on its surface.

The mounds occasionally emitted slight tremors, causing the flags to flutter, as if something sinister was buried inside.

Both the blood-robed cultivator and the diminutive boneless cultivator had a cultivation base at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Each blood-congealing Yin Insect king is closely linked to my mind and spirit. Naturally, I can sense its death."

The blood-robed cultivator lamented sorrowfully. It was extremely difficult to nurture a king, as it required breaking out from hundreds or even thousands of ordinary blood-congealing Yin Insects, and he had spent decades to obtain three kings.

Each king possessed a certain level of intelligence, able to control a large number of ordinary blood-congealing Yin Insects. Its ability to suck and store blood was more than ten times that of ordinary ones, while also possessing formidable strength, not inferior to an early Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Such precious creatures made him feel indignant and heartbroken!

"Hehe!"

The diminutive cultivator sneered, his laughter causing his skin to constantly tremble, as if there were no flesh and blood supporting it.

"You've been chasing after geese all day long, sooner or later, you'll be pecked by the geese. I've told you before, don't attract the attention of the island cultivators. Just stick to sucking blood from the sea fish and sea beasts honestly."

"But you just wouldn't listen, coveting the delicious taste of human blood. And now, you've failed, haven't you?"

He brushed the corpse in front of him inch by inch, as if crafting the most exquisite artwork in the world.

"What's the use of mocking me at this point?"

The blood-robed cultivator replied with a dark expression.

"If it weren't for my insects controlling many wandering cultivators, sucking their blood dry, would you have been able to get so many corpse puppets so easily? Would you have been able to clean them up so easily?"

The corpse being brushed by the diminutive cultivator was called a corpse puppet, crafted by an extremely malicious method.

It required intact cultivator corpses, with all their blood drained and their muscles, organs, and viscera removed, leaving only skin and bones.

Then, special materials were filled in, buried in a place rich in Yin energy, and nurtured for some time with artifacts, Yin energy, runes, etc., to obtain a special puppet.

The difficulty of crafting such corpse puppets was much higher than that of ordinary puppets, but the advantages were equally obvious: stronger strength, more varied methods, and easier control.

"It should be a senior disciple of some island or an old immortal from some family who took action to solve your spirit insects."

The diminutive cultivator speculated that the insect king possessed high intelligence. If it discovered that there were several Foundation Establishment cultivators lying in ambush, it would surely flee and not confront them head-on.

Only those senior disciples with numerous skills or old cultivators who had been accumulating for many years might have the possibility to quickly eliminate the blood-congealing Yin Insect king in a one-on-one confrontation.

"Perhaps."

The blood-robed cultivator suppressed the anger in his heart.

"If you're thinking of seeking revenge now, do you even know who did it?"

"If you don't know, and if you cause a big commotion, attracting the attention of the major sects, won't all our efforts these years be in vain?"

"Before we find that secret realm, I suggest you don't stir up trouble. After we find it, you can do whatever you want, and I won't interfere."

The diminutive cultivator's tone carried a hint of warning.

The two had chanced upon a mysterious treasure, inferring from the fragments of information obtained from it that there was an undiscovered secret realm hidden in the boundless sea. Hence, they joined forces and lurked on the rocky island, searching for the location of the secret realm.

Unfortunately, after more than two years had passed, the secret realm was still nowhere to be seen. The blood in the blood robe's robe had been greatly depleted, so it needed to be replenished nearby.

Initially, their targets were the sea fish and sea beasts in the surrounding area. As time passed, they shifted to wandering cultivators who went out to sea, and finally, they even thought of sneaking into the islands to feast properly.

But unexpectedly, they lost a precious blood-congealing Yin Insect king.

"I will act cautiously."

The blood-robed cultivator turned into a blood-red light and flashed into the dim cave.

In the spiritual field.

Lu Xuan had been sitting steadily on the fishing platform during this period, unaffected by external influences.

After resolving the crisis of evil spirits on Empty Abyss Island, his task was already complete, and all subsequent matters were left to Song Yu.

During this period, other Foundation Establishment cultivators and family forces from other islands, after learning that the crisis of evil spirits on Empty Abyss Island had been resolved, came to him for support.

Using his injuries as an excuse, Lu Xuan politely refused, basically staying in his courtyard, nurturing spiritual plants and feeding spiritual beasts.

From Song Yu's mouth, Lu Xuan learned that after the evil spirits wreaked havoc on the island cultivators for nearly half a month, they disappeared overnight without a trace.

It was unknown whether they had all been dealt with or had voluntarily left the islands.

Lu Xuan didn't slack off in the slightest. He was well aware that these

evil creatures were likely backed by sinister cultivators.

And those who could nurture evil creatures equivalent to early Foundation Establishment cultivation were likely to have a cultivation level of mid Foundation Establishment or above.

He was therefore not lax in the slightest, and had made a pact with Shi Zhong and Zhou Bingyu to watch out for each other.

Due to the thorough preparation of Empty Abyss Island and Lu Xuan's swift action, the losses in the surrounding sea areas were minimal.

The most deaths were among wandering cultivators, with only a few mid-level Qi cultivation practitioners from the Song family dead and some cultivators injured.

Among the other islands, due to delayed information and relatively weaker strength, the situation on Boundless Island was particularly severe.

Apart from almost the same number of wandering cultivators, several high-level Qi cultivation practitioners from the Ning family died, making the Ning family in the area where the Null Algae was corroding the sea even worse off.

After roughly understanding the situation on the islands, Lu Xuan stopped paying attention and focused solely on his spiritual field.

The eggs of the third-grade Rock Armor Turtle were about to hatch under the diligent efforts of the Wind Falcon's round belly.