Chapter 301 Unexpectedly Easy to Talk To
Seeing the old man's behavior, the two exchanged a glance.
Shang Yanting helped the old man up. "Chieftain, you've worked hard all these years. How is the Kuohai Clan doing now?"
Seeing her overly familiar demeanor, Jia Xitong couldn't help but cast a suspicious glance at her—
Do you know the Kuohai tribe?
Do you know what the Kuohai tribe has been doing all these years?
Is it really okay to casually claim kinship with relatives like this?
She harbored doubts, but the old man was easily swayed. He gripped Shang Yanting's hands tightly, "Three hundred years, it feels like a lifetime! Your arrival now means our Kuohai Clan has finally completed its mission. Please trouble the immortal to bring out the tokens from your ancestors, and I will take you to the forbidden area to retrieve what you left here."
Originally, they came here specifically to see if they could take advantage of the situation after hearing that a rare treasure had descended upon Qu Haifeng.
Suddenly, Bai arrived at a deserted island and learned that someone had placed something there three hundred years ago.
Jia Xitong finally understood what the tokens in the TV dramas were for—to prevent shameless people like Shang Yanting from taking advantage of the situation.
She turned to look at him.
The elderly clan chief looked at him.
A group of young people from the Kuohai tribe also looked at him...
You can't get it out now, can you?
Let him respond randomly.
Jia Xitong was already imagining the scene of the Kuohai tribe members chasing after them with iron shovels and slapping them, and her spiritual energy gathered towards her legs.
Just then, the elderly clan chief grabbed Shang Yanting's leg, almost straining his back from the sudden movement. "Immortal, it's alright that you lost your token. Please take what you left here."
What?
Jia Xitong wondered if she had misheard; the old clan chief's words were completely unexpected.
"Dear host, is this old patriarch old and decrepit, or is he not thinking clearly?"
If we let them in without any tokens, what if they encounter a stranger? Wouldn't that be like inviting a wolf into the house?
The people are honest and simple, but they shouldn't be foolish. Or perhaps the old chieftain is deliberately pretending not to notice their abnormality, trying to lure them into a dangerous place and then trap them like turtles in a jar?
Conspiracy theories had already begun to take hold in her mind.
Shang Yanting was even more suspicious than her, and countless possibilities were already flashing through his mind. But he remained calm enough to say, "Let's hold back and see what they're up to first."
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The ships of the Sea-Exploring Tribe are tall and majestic, like giants, while their houses are built extremely low, so much so that one can immediately notice the small gray-white building standing in the very center of the island.
The old clan chief instructed his followers to stop about a hundred meters from the gray-white building, and only allowed a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to him to help them forward. He walked past the conspicuous gray-white building and led them directly to a small shack next to it. The shack was surrounded by firewood and a meter-long salted fish, looking no different from the other huts along the road.
"Immortal, this way."
Instead of going into a small building, they went into a shack.
Instead of going in immediately, Shang Yanting asked, "What is the White Building used for?"
"That's a trap used to kill and kill those who steal the tokens."
The old clan chief was frail and out of breath after taking only a few steps. He stood five meters away from the hut and bowed slightly to Shang Yanting. "The things left behind by the immortals are inside. Although our Kuohai clan has guarded this place for generations, we have no idea what they are. According to the ancestral instructions, clan members are not allowed to enter the forbidden area. Please be careful of the restrictions left behind."
These words were spoken with such sincerity that they sounded as if they were true.
But who would bring two people of unknown origin and identity to their own people's forbidden territory?
Unpredictable events can be more dangerous than demons; an opportunity that comes your way may be a trap.
Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting and asked, "Shall we go?"
Shang Yanting then looked at the puppet silk in his hand.
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A distinct thread of silk was located behind the necks of the old man and the middle-aged man, but a force prevented it from working.
The puppet silk could easily take down a cultivator with the strength of a Martial Grandmaster, while these ordinary people were unharmed. Clearly, the person who entrusted them with guarding the item was a powerful being who used strange methods to keep them unaffected by the puppet silk.
The things left behind by the powerful being have been guarded by them for three hundred years...
If that's true, then this is definitely worth the risk.
Shang Yanting, skilled and daring, led Jia Xitong into the seemingly ordinary little mud house. The moment they entered, the door slammed shut, and they felt as if the world had shifted before their eyes.
I got scammed?!
Jia Xitong instantly pulled out his Golden Saint Brush, and at the same time, Shang Yanting drew his weapon...
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Outside
The middle-aged man was puzzled by the old man's actions. "Grandfather, you knew they weren't immortals, so why did you still bring them to the forbidden area?"
It is true that the White Building was used to deceive people and to murder cultivators.
This earthen house is the real forbidden area, and it truly is.
The old patriarch was indeed not lying, but his unusual behavior was so perplexing that even his own grandson couldn't understand it.
For the past three hundred years, the Kuohai Clan has been extremely careful and dedicated to protecting the immortals' treasures. Although they are mortals, they have never allowed the immortals' treasures to be exposed.
Moreover, sixty years ago, his grandfather, already fifty years old, led his parents and clansmen to kill cultivators who had mistakenly entered the island. His grandfather's heroic image was etched into his childhood memories from that time, and even now, at a hundred years old, his grandfather remains the most authoritative figure in his heart. But today, his grandfather, respected by all his clansmen, suddenly led two unfamiliar cultivators into a place restricted by an immortal. The events unfolded so quickly, so unbelievably, that there was simply no time to react.
The old patriarch looked at his grandson, his eyes cloudy yet clear.
"Hai Zi, how many of us from the Kuohai tribe are left today?"
"Thirteen of the entire clan are over 60 years old, two hundred and nine are in their prime at 40, one hundred and sixty-seven are young at 20, and sixty-eight are still children a few years old."
As the current clan leader, Kuohaizi knew exactly how many people he had.
He knew not only the numbers, but also the names and circumstances of each individual.
"A total of 457 people."
The old clan chief knew all too well. Leaning on his cane, he looked at the unassuming forbidden area and said, "Do you know that fifty years ago, our Kuohai tribe had 2,168 people? Three hundred years ago, when the Kuohai tribe first migrated to this place, there were as many as 9,619 people!"
Three hundred years
Of their nearly ten thousand members, fewer than five hundred remain. Almost every time they kill a cultivator or guard an immortal's treasure, the Kuohai Clan suffers exponentially more casualties. How many cultivators can the remaining few hundred withstand their attacks?
"Hai Zi, we must not only protect the immortals' treasures, but also continue to expand the sea race's population."
The old patriarch shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. "But if we continue with the immortal's guidance, I can't see a future for the Kuohai Clan. He brought us here, and he's trapped us here. I don't know whether the immortal or the extinction of the clan will come first."
(End of this chapter)
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