Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

"I suspect you're trying to fool me!"

The other person snorted coldly, their gaze fixed on the Ghost Captain.

"How could that be? I rely on you for my livelihood."

The other person didn't care at all, showing no fear of his threats.

With a playful smile, he said, "This maritime map group is called the Miehongtu Maritime Group. There is one cultivator at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul and fifteen cultivators at the Gold Core stage."

"Even if we don't extract any information from the Sea King, this should be enough for you to make a fortune."

The Ghost Ship Captain laughed heartily, picked up the still screaming Ghost Soul Orb, and left gracefully.

The Lord of the Coastal City stared at his departing figure and snorted coldly.

"I hope you didn't deceive me!"

Looking at the information left on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a hint of anger,

"The Miehongtu Maritime Group! They have quite the audacity."

"Captain Pang Dongzi, Qing Feiyun, right?"

He muttered to himself, and the guards beside him felt the air turn cold.

Clearly, the other party was extremely angry now.

He waved his hand and said in a deep voice,

"Summon Toubao!"

The guards received the order but didn't dare to look at the gloomy-faced Lord.

They quietly retreated, afraid that he wouldn't calm down.

Kill him and eat his flesh to vent the anger.

He didn't dare to gamble.

In the Red Earth Continent, the lords of various cities were all part of the imperial lineage.

Cruel to the extreme.

Otherwise, they would have been expelled long ago.

Before long, a middle-aged man appeared, living up to his name.

His hair shimmered brightly at the center.

Dazzling.

It was so funny that people couldn't help but cover their mouths.

"Toubao, pay respects to the Lord!"

Unlike the owner of the Ghost Ship, he was a direct subordinate of the Lord.

He enjoyed the Lord's favor and had to show more respect.

Moreover, the Lord of the Coastal City was at the Soul Formation stage.

If the strength was unequal, acting arrogant would be seeking death.

"I want you to annihilate the members of this maritime group. The rest can die, but this Qing Feiyun must be brought back to me!"

The Lord threw the information handed to him by the Ghost Ship Captain in front of Toubao.

Toubao was already accustomed to the Lord's actions.

Superiors to subordinates, and absolute power suppression.

The weak respected the strong; this was the rule of the cultivation world in the Red Earth Continent.

Looking at the information above, the strongest was only at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.

For someone like him, who had reached the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation, annihilating this maritime group was simply too easy.

"Don't worry, I won't give you any less than what you deserve. After all, you are my trusted subordinate."

The Lord knew that after giving a big stick, he had to give a handful of sweet dates.

"Understood, I will obey!"

Toubao received the order, stood up, and the shining spot on his bald head was illuminated again.

It shimmered for a moment.

The gazes of the surrounding guards and the Lord of the Coastal City were all focused on him.

There was a hint of anger in their hearts.

They were very displeased.

"Damn it, once I break through to the Soul Formation stage, I'll erase the restriction that damn old ghost placed on me!"

He cursed inwardly and took a step forward.

If it weren't for a previous operation he participated in.

He was ambushed by a Nascent Soul cultivator, leaving behind a blood poison.

This blood poison didn't have any other problems, it just made the hair on his head itch.

It was filled with deadly malice.

Until now, all methods have been exhausted and none have been able to eliminate it completely.

Only by breaking through Soul Formation and then transforming the body and changing the blood can it be completely eradicated.

Now, he has reached the peak of Nascent Soul, and with just a few more resources, he can break through to the next realm.

As a result, the frequency of missions and actively seeking tasks has increased several times recently.

"Fifteen Gold Core cultivators, enough for a small feast."

Looking at the information in his hand, he touched his bloodthirsty smile with anger.

Among the forces of cultivators in the Red Earth Continent who are now colluding with the Imperial Dynasty, almost everyone has cultivated one or two demonic techniques.

Here, after dying in a life-or-death battle, the bodies belong to the victorious side.

The entire Red Earth Dao State is like a place for cultivating and nurturing gu insects.

Survival of the fittest.

If your cultivation level is not high and your strength is not strong, then you deserve to be eaten.

This also leads to a decreasing number of mortals and low-level cultivators in the Dao State.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many clans and mortals.

Even if they die, they must escape from the sea.

Of course, the cultivators cultivated through this method will not be weak no matter how weak they are.

It is said that there is at least one Body Integration expert in the royal family.

Terrifying.

This has also led to a vicious cycle with no successors.

At the same time, in the palace of the Red Earth Emperor Dynasty, deep underground.

There is a huge blood pool, like a vast sea.

Countless resentful souls are buried here, and the entire imperial city is shrouded in gloom all year round.

The stench of blood spreads for miles, and the screams of the resentful souls and the sound of monsters feasting on flesh and bones are endless.

"Ancestor, your descendants are waiting for your great arrival, to lead us out of this chaotic sea and occupy the entire spiritual realm!"

In the middle of the blood pool, there is a huge altar made of white bones.

A middle-aged man in a red imperial robe, his eye sockets filled with blood.

A faint prayer.

Unlike the outside world's dynasties, the imperial robe is adorned with countless white bone skulls and blood-colored demons.

It's like being in hell.

Above the blood sea, a few strands of resentful souls occasionally float by, emitting pitiful screams.

Inside, there are also strong flesh and blood beings, maintaining their souls.

They are constantly being drained of energy by the altar, suffering immensely.

Like madmen, they stir up waves in the blood sea, trying to escape.

But they cannot break free from their restraints.

Just as the Red Earth Emperor Dynasty's emperor was praying, powerful cultivators in various parts of the blood sea were roaring with their immortal souls.

The blood waves surged and turned into gusts of black wind attacking the altar.

Like terrifying ghosts, they were like a bloody ghost king.

Extremely terrifying.

"Silence!"

On the altar, the Red Earth Emperor Lord coldly shouted.

The fluctuation of energy caused ripples, and he slapped away the lingering soul of a cultivator who was causing the most trouble.

"You're already dead, so behave!"

"For the great cause of the dynasty, your deaths are only natural, and you should dedicate yourselves to my dynasty!"

"You should feel honored to voluntarily disperse your souls and let my ancestors absorb them!"

"Isn't that right?"

The Red Earth Emperor Lord turned his head and looked at the scene of mountains of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him, unmoved.

The blood sea boiled as if it was alive.

A wisp of resentful soul floated out, its soul stained with blood, adding a touch of hostility.

He was the soul that was previously dispersed by the Red Earth Emperor Lord.

Now, with the help of the energy from the blood sea, he has been reborn.

The purity of his soul has been tainted with a lot of crimson.

Obviously, if this happens a few more times, he will be completely assimilated by this blood sea.

His eyes were filled with extreme desolation, devoid of anger, only hidden killing intent deep within.

"Miqian! You beast!"

"You dare to use the forbidden techniques of the Swallowing Evil Clan, going against the heavens! I won't let you get away with it!"