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第一千七百七十一章 黑风盗

Lin Xuan had already made his intentions clear, but finding a suitable island wasn't as easy as it sounded.

There were plenty of uninhabited islands, but none with any signs of a spirit vein. Lin Xuan wasn’t looking for a place to retire in seclusion; he was rebuilding the main hall of the Hundred Grass Sect.

Without a spirit vein, even if the scenery was beautiful, he wouldn't consider it. The key issue was that there were no places suitable for cultivation and meditation.

Two days passed quickly. Although they hadn’t encountered any conflicts or robberies yet, they had come across several islands with spirit veins.

Unfortunately, these islands were already claimed by various sects and families.

The Warring Seas weren't a newly discovered wilderness; everyone had rushed here to settle down. The history of the Nine Immortals Palace alone spanned at least hundreds of thousands of years. By now, the area was well-trodden by cultivators, with most spirit vein islands already divided up. Finding one that met Lin Xuan’s standards seemed almost impossible.

Even Song Mangyu understood this. Why would Senior Lin not see through such a task?

This was clearly unfeasible.

Knowing it was futile, why did he still command the Spirit Boat to roam around aimlessly?

Song Mangyu pondered over this but refrained from asking, knowing that questioning his mentor might seem like a lack of trust. As her mother’s disciple, Song Yan had fewer reservations and spoke up softly.

"Master, islands with good spirit veins are likely already claimed by other forces. Our search is in vain."

"Indeed," Lin Xuan nodded. He had known this from the start.

"Why then…" Song Yan was genuinely surprised. Her teacher's logic was beyond comprehension. Could there be another purpose behind his actions?

But this time, Lin Xuan didn’t answer her question. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and extended his immensely powerful divine sense.

Seeing Master seem to search for something, Song Yan remained quiet, obediently watching.

Time passed slowly. Soon, Lin Xuan opened his eyes with a faint smile: "Finally."

"Finally?"

Song Yan was taken aback but didn’t speak further. She followed her master’s gaze and widened her eyes in surprise.

Unfortunately, her cultivation level was too low for her divine sense to reach far. For now, she could only stare.

A few moments later, a warship appeared in their line of sight, battered and broken, yet the flag at the prow caught everyone's attention.

It was a skull flag!

Pirates!

The disciples of the Hundred Grass Sect were taken aback, their eyes wide with shock. The distance between them had narrowed significantly, allowing them to see clearly that the pirates’ appearance resembled those in the mortal world.

But this was the cultivation realm—how could there be pirates here?

Shock washed over everyone.

They all thought they were seeing things. But extending their divine sense revealed that these pirates radiated with immense spirit energy, truly cultivators of great power. Some were even at the Condensation Core stage.

"Needn't be surprised; these are indeed pirates."

Unlike the others who were shocked and panicked, Lin Xuan seemed in good spirits as he explained to them.

"Pirates? Really?"

The Song sisters exchanged glances, not fully understanding the question.

Lin Xuan continued unperturbed: "In the cultivation realm, there's much bloodshed. Killing and looting are common, but usually just opportunistic. Rarely do cultivators make it a career or hobby."

"Indeed,"

The disciples of the Hundred Grass Sect nodded in agreement; they had never imagined their mentors could be pirates.

Lin Xuan continued: "While true, there are always exceptions. In the Warring Seas, there's a group of cultivators who have fallen from grace. They don't seek out resources themselves but rely on killing and looting to obtain everything needed for cultivation. They're known as Black Wind Bandits."

"Black Wind Bandits? There are such cultivators in this world?" Song Ling murmured.

"There’s nothing strange about it; with a hundred people, there's always a mix of characters. The leader of the Black Wind Bandits, Black Wind Venerable, is said to have ascended from the mortal realm. Before he embarked on his cultivation path, he was a notorious pirate, wanted by the authorities. Afterward, he somehow turned to cultivation but couldn't shake off his old habits."

Lin Xuan had visited the Warring Seas long ago, though most of his two hundred years here were spent in meditation. He couldn’t have missed Black Wind Venerable’s notoriety; several of his acquaintances had even been robbed by him, leaving them seething with hatred.

However, escaping from Black Wind Venerable was a significant achievement.

According to Lin Xuan, the Black Wind Bandits had plagued the Warring Seas for thousands of years, accumulating many enemies. By rights, they should have been eradicated long ago.

Yet, here they were, living freely.

The reason? Black Wind Venerable was too cunning and sly; he knew who to avoid and who not to offend.

He never engaged in conflicts with forces he couldn’t handle.

Before every kill or loot, he would scout the area. Those he targeted were usually third- or fourth-rate sects or lone cultivators.

Even if they hated him, there was nothing they could do. The Black Wind Bandits remained untouchable.

As for major sects and families, they kept their distance; even if the bandits caused chaos, it didn’t affect them directly, so they had no reason to intervene, often mocking smaller sects instead.

Thus, despite thousands of years, Black Wind Venerable and his pirates continued to live freely.

Hearing Lin Xuan’s brief explanation, Song Mangyu and others understood.

"Then Master plans to take action? To rid the world of these bandits?" Song Ling's excited voice rang out. The Hundred Grass Sect had long been in decline, ranking near the bottom among all sects in the Eastern Sea. She could empathize with their plight.

Moreover, thinking about how Lin Xuan had guided the Spirit Boat aimlessly for two days, it was clear he was waiting for the Black Wind Bandits to fall into his trap.

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