ragginovel Chapter 2446 Wind Disaster
Chapter 2446 Wind Disaster
Chapter 2446 Wind Disaster
Qin Sang didn't feel trapped by anything, but these fishmen seemed to have been isolated from the world for a long time. When they suddenly saw her unfamiliar face, they felt as if they had grasped a lifeline.
Their unusual behavior made Qin Sang more wary; this place might not be as safe as it seemed.
After a brief exchange, Qin Sang learned that these fish-men called themselves Lingren, and the person he was talking to was their elder, who called himself Lingxi.
Ling Xi was also testing Qin Sang. Upon learning that Qin Sang had stumbled in by mistake, she was very enthusiastic towards him and warmly invited him to visit her clan.
Qin Sang readily accepted this advice.
Seeing Qin Sang fly over with Ling Xi, the Ling people immediately made way for her, welcoming her with the most solemn ceremony. They swung their fish tails with all their might, splashing waves like fireworks, to show their warm welcome to Qin Sang.
Lingxi then flew with Qin Sang to their residence.
The people of the mausoleum followed behind Qin Sang and Ling Xi, making no attempt to hide their eager gazes, and occasionally bursting into cheers.
"This is the first time they've ever met outsiders, Fellow Daoist Mingyue, please forgive their embarrassment," Ling Xi said with a smile to Qin Sang, now speaking the Great Zhou Mandarin without any stutters.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, you flatter me. I understand everyone's feelings," Qin Sang nodded slightly and exclaimed, "I never expected there to be such a paradise here!"
"A paradise on earth?"
Ling Xi chuckled, a bitter laugh tinged with embarrassment. After a moment's hesitation, he cupped his hands and said, "I haven't yet had the chance to ask your guidance..."
Qin Sang was talking to Ling Xi when she suddenly sensed something and looked up at the sky.
A moment later, Ling Xi's expression changed slightly, and he let out a low shout.
The jubilant people behind Ling Xi immediately fell silent, but upon hearing Ling Xi's next words, they suddenly erupted in a commotion.
"A typhoon is coming! It's come earlier than usual this year!"
"Go back quickly! A typhoon is coming!"
"Quickly! Go back and collect the grain!"
……
They all looked flustered, ignoring Qin Sang, and hurriedly swung their fish tails to rush back.
At this moment, Qin Sang felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, and the fog above her head seemed to be disturbed by something, churning up like thick dark clouds.
'Huff! Huff! Huff!'
‘Crash! ’
In an instant, a cold wind howled, and waves rose on the sea.
These tomb raiders are not weak mortals; they possess cultivation. This level of storm is not enough to cause disaster, and clearly this is only the beginning.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, what is this calamity that has caused such panic among you all?" Qin Sang asked.
"Where did you live before, fellow Daoist? You've never seen such a wind disaster before?" Ling Xi asked in return.
Qin Sang nodded.
Ling Xi seemed to be deep in thought. He looked up at the sky, then looked away and said, "Fellow Daoist will soon find out. The wind disaster is coming, and we must be prepared. Please forgive any negligence..."
Before long, Qin Sang saw some huge shadows appear in the depths of the fog. They were actually enormous snail shells strung together with some kind of silk thread.
Countless snail shells floated on the sea surface, resembling houses arranged in a circle. In the center floated a large expanse of green sea, which turned out to be a type of aquatic plant. This aquatic plant floated on the water like calamus, with tender and thick leaves.
Qin Sang noticed that although this place was also shrouded in fog and the light was brighter than elsewhere, the people of Ling tried their best to plant aquatic plants all over this bright sea area, but as the windstorm came, the surroundings quickly became dark.
At this moment, many people are busy in the green sea, rushing to harvest aquatic plants. They cherish these aquatic plants very much, carefully collecting even the smallest leaves.
“There are twelve months in a year, and the storm will last for at least eleven months, leaving us with less than a month. We must plant them the moment the storm ends, take good care of them, and harvest them before the storm arrives. They are the most precious food during the storm,” Lingxi said quietly from the side.
He can abstain from grains, but ordinary people in the tomb need food.
"Is there no food at the bottom of the sea?" Qin Sang asked.
“The horror of the wind disaster lies in the fact that the terrible wind can blow through the sea, leaving nothing but barren land on both the surface and the seabed,” Ling Xi sighed. “It is said that long ago, the wind disaster was not so severe, and there were still creatures that could survive here. As time went by, it became more and more terrible, and the duration was longer and longer. In the end, apart from us Ling people and the livestock we raised, all the original creatures in this sea area were wiped out! The seaweed in the sea also gradually became extinct. Only this kind of seaweed, although tasteless, can grow rapidly in the dark sea and was selected by our ancestors as food.”
Qin Sang sensed the bitterness in Ling Xi's tone.
Even more terrifying is that if the typhoon continues to intensify, the most precious month-long planting season may be lost.
He couldn't help but think of the Stormlands of the past, but at least the Stormlands had shelter and a place where one could see the sun.
"What kind of typhoon could be so terrible?"
Qin Sang remembered that the Xunzhou region of the Great Zhou Dynasty was also constantly swept by strong winds. The cultivators of Xunzhou even built their immortal cities in the sky, letting them drift with the wind and never touch the ground.
Is this place near Xunzhou?
Qin Sang looked up at the sky. She had just asked Ling Xi, and he knew that the sun, moon, and stars could not be seen here. Without the sun, moon, and stars, it was impossible to compile a calendar, and they were still using the old calendar passed down from their ancestors.
Ling Xi flew upwards, but even when he was exhausted, he could not fly out of the fog and see the sky he had always dreamed of.
"Fellow Daoist should be able to sense that my cultivation level is somewhat unstable, right?" Ling Xi asked.
Seeing that he did not shy away from the topic, Qin Sang cupped her hands and said, "I do have a feeling, but it is not appropriate to ask you so presumptuously."
"It doesn't matter!"
Ling Xi smiled casually, then became serious, "It was caused by the wind disaster!"
His gaze swept over the snail-shell houses and the busy clansmen. "This homeland is the only hope for us Ling people. To protect it from being destroyed by the wind disaster, we must connect them into a formation. But that's not enough. We need someone with high enough cultivation to guard the formation's core and withstand the impact of the wind disaster. But..."
Ling Xi pointed to the misty sea, "This place has been explored and plundered countless times by us Ling people. The cultivation resources here have long been exhausted. Without external assistance, cultivation for future generations will only become more and more difficult, while the wind disasters are becoming more and more severe. With one thing rising and the other falling, the only option now is to forcibly boost cultivation using forbidden techniques, at the cost of lifespan..."
Hearing this, Qin Sang understood.
This is indeed a paradise on earth. The Ling people are the rulers here. They have no enemies, but they have to fight against the heavens!
The Ling people possess a forbidden technique that can elevate their cultivation, but it consumes their lifespan. Moreover, only the geniuses of the clan can withstand the backlash of the forbidden technique. However, in order to resist the wind disaster, they have no choice but to do it. Generation after generation of geniuses are consumed in this way, and the environment becomes increasingly harsh, which is undoubtedly a vicious cycle.
"I consider myself quite talented. Despite enduring forbidden techniques, I was still able to cultivate to the late stage of the Cave Profound Realm, yet I still can't escape!"
Ling Xi sighed, glancing at Qin Sang with a hopeful light in his eyes.
Qin Sang was taken aback. "What did you say? The Profound Realm?"
“I observe that your aura is similar to mine, so we should be at the same level. Isn’t the outside world called ‘Dongxuan’?” Ling Xi asked in confusion.
"In the outside world, it's called the Nascent Soul stage. I wonder how you name the other realms?" Qin Sang pressed.
Upon hearing Ling Xi's answer, his gaze towards the group of Ling people changed.
Qin Sang had only seen the name of this cultivation realm in the Dao Court; it was unique to the Dao Court and not even used by the Dan Ding Sect, which was also a Daoist sect.
What is the relationship between these tomb people and the Dao Court? The ancient Dao Court valued humans above all else. In their eyes, half-demons were not much higher than demon cultivators. Could it be that the tomb people were once demon soldiers of the Dao Court?
I never expected to find clues to the ancient Taoist court here.
After confirming that there were no Void Refinement cultivators among the people in the tomb, Qin Sang hadn't paid much attention to them at first, but now she changed her mind.
I still remember that the fourth-tier Thunder Talisman and Thunder Oath that repeatedly helped him escape danger were obtained from the ruins of the ancient Daoist court!
Just now in front of Ling Ren, Qin Sang disguised herself as a demon cultivator, and she did not reveal her identity as the head of the Five Thunder Academy.
Ling Xi referred to it as the 'Dongxuan Realm,' while the Dao Court calls it the 'Dongxuan Dharma Position.' The other party might not even remember the Dao Court. Don't underestimate Ling Ren's current strength; the fact that he can connect with the Dao Court indicates that his ancestors were once glorious, and he's definitely not as simple as he seems.
Qin Sang decided to observe further.
As they were talking, it grew darker and darker. Eighty percent of the aquatic plants had already been harvested, and they should be able to finish before the storm hit.
At this moment, the women and children among the tomb people put away their knives, grabbed their allotted food, and swam towards their own snail houses. They couldn't afford to be idle; they had to prepare for the eleven-month-long storm that was about to begin.
'call! '
'call! '
……
The wind grew stronger, and the waves crashed against the rocks, causing the snail-shell houses to sway and even the strong Ling people to lose their footing.
The Ling people who had greeted Qin Sang earlier were cultivators from their clan, and they had all returned to their respective cave dwellings. Their cave dwellings were also conch shell houses, the most brightly colored ones, and it was clear that the conch shell houses formed an array, with the brightly colored conch shell houses scattered in the most important positions.
'Shuh! '
A myriad of colorful rays of light shone from the snail-shaped house, bringing brightness and warding off the fierce winds, as the people of the tomb desperately harvested the last of the water plants.
At this moment, a fierce wind arose around them, and the fog moved rapidly, which was indeed a sign of disaster.
Qin Sang suddenly turned her head and saw a shadow flash through the fog, descending from the sky and causing a thunderous roar where it landed.
It turned out to be just a gust of wind.
After the people finished cutting the water plants, they hurriedly swam home and sealed the doors and windows.
Soon, dense shadows appeared high in the sky, and terrifying pressure descended. This was not wind at all; it was clearly a series of enormous wind blades!
A typhoon is coming!
Within the pillar of light, an invisible force spread out, causing the spiral house formation to shrink inward, densely packed together like a large pancake spread on the sea surface, slowly sinking into the water before the storm arrived.
“Fellow Daoist Mingyue, the windstorm will only get stronger. Why don’t you come in and take shelter?” Lingxi invited Qin Sang.
"Alright! I'll help you, fellow Daoist, withstand the wind disaster!"
Qin Sang's figure flashed, and she followed Ling Xi towards the Snail House Formation.
"Thank you, but we are already used to it and can handle it. Fellow Daoist, you have encountered a sudden change and must need to meditate and regulate your breathing. Please follow me..."
As he spoke, Lingxi led Qin Sang to a cave dwelling that had been given up by a Lingren cultivator.
Unbeknownst to Ling Xi, as they set off, a figure separated from Qin Sang and remained behind—it was Pan Cong. Since the Ling people could withstand it, the power of the wind disaster shouldn't be too strong, and Pan Cong should be able to handle it.
Qin Sang left Pan Cong behind, letting it take the opportunity to explore the fog and see if it could find any clues. The Ling people have been trapped here for generations, so it's best to be careful.
Pan Cong stood still, and the surrounding wind blades silently dissipated before they could even get close to him.
After watching Qin Sang and Ling Xi enter the snail-shaped formation, Pan Cong glanced around, then slowly sank into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
At this moment, Qin Sang declined Ling Xi's offer, saying, "No need. I was lucky enough to escape unharmed. The important matter is more pressing!"
Seeing that Qin Sang's breathing was stable, Ling Xi stopped insisting and flew with Qin Sang towards his cave.
Upon entering the cave, Ling Xi sat cross-legged, his energy connecting with the entire grand formation, causing it to descend continuously. During the descent, Qin Sang saw many wind blades pierce through the seawater, brushing past the snail-shaped formation.
The snail-shaped array did not sink directly to the seabed. Instead, it stopped in a certain area of the sea, where its spiritual light subsided and it gradually fell silent.
Sensing that the formation had stabilized, Qin Sang asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Ling, are you looking for hidden currents here?"
"If you can enter through the undercurrent, you can surely exit through it too!" Ling Xi said earnestly.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, have you ever thought about this? If there are undercurrents nearby, why haven't you discovered them, even though you've lived here for generations?" Qin Sang sighed and told Ling Xi about the patterns of the North Sea undercurrents.
Upon hearing this, Ling Xi turned pale. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it, but he couldn't bear to destroy the last hope of the Ling people.
"I am now in the same boat as you, and I will do my best to search for the undercurrent together. If you know anything else, please do not hide it from me. Only by working together can we have any hope of leaving," Qin Sang said.
"After the storm, I will dedicate the entire clan's strength to finding the hidden currents!"
Ling Xi said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any other questions? Please feel free to ask. As long as you can help us leave this place, this old man will be eternally grateful!"
Qin Sang pondered for a moment and asked, "I have a question. Since this place is so dangerous, with no way out once you enter, why did your ancestors come here?"
“The real reason is something we descendants can no longer explain,” Lingxi recalled. “According to the stories passed down from our ancestors, they were fleeing and ended up here. Perhaps, as you said, our ancestors thought this was a paradise, but they never expected that their descendants would be trapped here.”
"Escape?"
Qin Sang's heart stirred.
If Lingren was a demon soldier of the Dao Court, the collapse of the Divine Court would undoubtedly be a great calamity, and any force related to the Dao Court would be hunted down. It makes sense that Lingren fled here at that time.
The wind outside was getting fiercer and fiercer. The snail-shaped house array swayed gently like a small boat, but it was always able to withstand the wind and protect the people inside.
Sitting in the bumpy snail shell, Qin Sang continued to learn about this place through Ling Xi. During the conversation, Qin Sang vaguely sensed that Ling Xi seemed to be hiding something.