Wild Picnic

Liu Xiaolou's fishing boat had been crushed by Feng Dayu's Crab Claws, but the two elders pulled another one out from a clump of reeds and told Liu Xiaolou to board, still having him pole the boat.

"Enter Luxi." Elder Bai urged him on.

"Luxi? Um, forgive this junior's presumption, but how do we get there?" Waterways webbed across this whole region. How could Liu Xiaolou know where Luxi was?

"You've never been here?"

"This junior is here for the first time."

"You two, say less and hurry up. Feng Dayu will most likely go back for reinforcements. If he brings Chu Hou here, we'll be in trouble."

Liu Xiaolou had heard of Chu Hou. He was Yuan Chen Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator. For most sects and cultivation clans, it was unimaginable to occupy blessed lands such as Xiaowei Mountain and Yuan Chen Mountain without a Nascent Soul expert holding down the fort. If a generation ever failed to continue the Nascent Soul lineage, then once word got out and was confirmed, they could forget about remaining independent—within five or eight years at the soonest, twenty or thirty at the latest.

Unless they had some means sufficient for self-preservation, such as an Ancient Great Array or a top-tier magic treasure, or unless they themselves were a Great Array Sect, employing a Sea of Arrays with Array within Array, leaving enemies to gaze at the mountain and sigh.

The moment he heard that a great deity like Chu Hou might be brought here, Liu Xiaolou's scalp went numb. He hurriedly drove the boat away with his pole. He had openly intervened just now to help Yan Shu of Xiaowei Mountain, which could be considered a violation of cultivation rules. If Yuan Chen Mountain's Nascent Soul great deity truly rushed over, perhaps