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第一千七百零四章 上官姐妹

A cute and likable young beauty, yet she exudes an extraordinary aura of valor. This young lady is a practitioner at the Flexible Spirit Period, just one step away from Foundation Establishment. Among those present, her cultivation level ranks second.

"Xiaoyan, I understand. We should quickly leave this place."

"But what about Uncle Senior?"

"I naturally need to hold them back here. If no one can stop the demonic bird's steps, how could you possibly escape?" said the middle-aged man with a bitter smile.

"No, Uncle Senior! How could we abandon you? We'll all go or none of us will," came another panicked voice, clear and crisp, belonging to a girl around sixteen or seventeen. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Xiaoyan's but more rounded, with a babyish plumpness on her face.

"Lin'ere, silly child! It won't help if you stay here; it would be better for one of us to leave," said the middle-aged man with a bitter smile. "Your sister and so many disciples are still alive here. If I return, how can I explain this to the sect leader?"

"..."

The young girl was about to argue when Xiaoyan's voice cut in decisively: "Lin'ere, you don't need to say anything. Uncle Senior has a point; we should leave."

"Sis…" Lin'er was greatly distressed.

"We can't just abandon Uncle Senior," said another honest-looking male disciple, his face flushed with anger. "If we go alone, even if we survive by luck, it will haunt us for life."

The commotion filled the air. Who would have thought that cultivators could be so selfless? At least this sect seemed to be an exception, where everyone was deeply connected.

"..."

Xiaoyan's pretty face turned pale. It wasn't because of the rude words; rather, her young brothers and sisters were too naive. If they kept arguing like this, it would only make them look bad.

"How...?" The middle-aged man looked uncomfortable. While their sect might be close-knit, as cultivators, they knew that other practitioners wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of a situation if there was any benefit.

"What do you need to help us?"

The male and female disciples all eagerly watched, hoping for a chance at survival. In times of crisis, even the faintest hope could make a difference. But where did their hope lie?

"Ha ha, look at your faces; you're as poor as a church mouse," said the voice coldly. "Even if I bought everyone, the crystal shards wouldn't be enough to fill my teeth. But these two girls are quite attractive. If they agree to become my servants by signing a blood contract, it might be worth it for me."

"What...?"

Everyone was stunned. Xiaoyan's face turned even paler. Why sign a blood contract just to be a servant? The intent was clear; she would be forced into servitude or worse.

But there was no choice now. A determined look flashed across Xiaoyan's face: "Uncle Senior, you spare my sister, and I will serve you faithfully for life."

"Ha ha, what资格 can you have to negotiate with me? Whether to save anyone is just a matter of my whim," said the voice. "Not only you, but Lin'ere must also sign a blood contract with me."

"This...," Xiaoyan's face showed hesitation as Lin'er stepped out from among them: "Alright, you spare my sister, and I agree."

"Lin'ere, you're too young to serve your parents. Uncle Senior, please, spare my sister; let this latecomer be your servant..."

"No, sis...,"

Watching the sisters part ways in death or life, Lin轩 rubbed his nose. This joke had gone a bit too far, making him seem like an evil tyrant.

"Enough, enough. I was just joking to test your character. Don't worry about it," came the voice again, now sounding very amiable compared to before.

"Uncle Senior, you were just joking? We don't need to be your servants?" Lin'er was both shocked and delighted.

"Of course not. I travel alone; what use do I have for two maids?" said Lin轩 with a dry laugh, thinking it would be better if Mo'er were here.

"But we have nothing to offer you, Uncle Senior," the girl looked anxious.

"Why should you thank me? It's just a small favor," came a loud laughter. "Cultivators like yourselves are rare in this world; why can't I do something good?"

Before he could finish speaking, a fierce wind arose from nowhere and wrapped all the demonic birds inside it. Blood mist filled the sky as Lin轩's strength was more than enough to handle such low-level creatures with ease.

Thirty yards away, green light flashed, and a plain-looking young man appeared in mid-air—Lin轩 himself.

The senior was so young, leaving everyone speechless.

"Thank you for your assistance."

The middle-aged man bowed deeply, his face full of shock. There was no spiritual pressure emanating from him, yet the depth of his cultivation was unclear. Recalling that powerful strike just now, could this overly youthful senior be at the Condensation Core stage... or even the Immortal Core stage?

"Thank you, Uncle Senior."

The Xiaoyan sisters curtsied gracefully; they had been genuinely frightened earlier.

Other young men and women also bowed, their eyes filled with curiosity. This senior seemed no older than them.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man cleared his throat. Many high-ranking cultivators had peculiar temperaments. Even though he just helped them, if these disciples continued to offend him, he might end up eliminating them all.

"You are from the Hundred Grass Sect; where is this sea?" Lin轩's cold voice rang out. In the past month, he had been traveling on his spirit boat without rest and no map, so he didn't know where he was.

"Did you just arrive for a wander? It's understandable that you don't know," said the middle-aged man cautiously. "This vast sea is remote, known to few."

"The Vast Sea?"

Lin轩 was surprised; he had been in the Spirit Realm for four hundred years and knew the Eastern Sea well, but this 'Vast Sea' was new to him.

"The Vast Sea borders the human realm's outer territories and is adjacent to the Shark King," said the middle-aged man.

"Shark King?" Lin轩 was taken aback. Among the six sea kings, he wasn't the strongest, but he was certainly the most combative and known for his brutality.

"So your lives must be tough," muttered Lin轩.

"But what can we do? The Vast Sea is vast in area but resource-poor compared to other seas. Most cultivators here are small sects or lone practitioners. Good areas have already been claimed by high-ranking cultivators, so we just try to make a living," sighed the middle-aged man, his tone melancholic: "The hardships of low-rank cultivators, I doubt you can understand."

"Why not? I'm also a lone practitioner, starting from the lowest ranks and working my way up. I've experienced all this."

"Uncle Senior is also a lone practitioner?" Before the middle-aged man could speak, the round-faced girl with babyish features happily exclaimed: "Could it be that Uncle Senior plans to settle here in the Vast Sea? To be honest, compared to other seas, although this place is more desolate, there are several materials unique to it. If you want to stay long-term, we're a good choice; our sect's spirit veins might not be of the highest quality, but they are vast enough..."

The girl chattered on, her personality very easy-going. The middle-aged man tried to stop her, but it was too late. His face showed a mix of helplessness.

Lin'ere, that girl, had no idea about the dangers in the world; she thought anyone who helped them must be good. Cultivators compete with heaven, earth, and other cultivators; many old monsters act as they please, smiling one moment and turning cold the next.

Her actions were like inviting wolves into a den, but words once spoken couldn't be taken back now. Refusing would only anger the old monster.

The middle-aged man inwardly groaned. But what could he do at this point? Whether fortune or misfortune, he had to accept his fate.

Lin轩 saw every change in their faces clearly; how could he not know what they were thinking? A trace of mockery appeared on his face: "Is something troubling you, friend? No need to worry."

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