"What lunatic dares trespass on my Blood Gourd Island!" Lu Xiaotian had torn through the blood-red formation with a considerable commotion. Soon, two men with an unnatural flush on their faces came flying over on their swords.
With cultivation bases of only the Foundation Establishment Realm, the two men naturally could not detect Lu Xiaotian, who had concealed his presence.
"What happened? Where did he go?" The hawk-eyed man in front cast a suspicious glance around.
"Who knows? Maybe the demon-sea storm some time ago swept all sorts of people near Blood Gourd Island. This island isn't suitable for those people to cultivate, though. Usually, anyone who barges in leaves again soon enough," the other man, who had a round face, said unconcernedly.
"We can't let our guard down. You and I are responsible for patrolling this area. If anything goes wrong, the Old Ancestor will punish us, and we won't be able to bear the consequences." The hawk-eyed man looked grave.
At the mention of the Old Ancestor, the round-faced man's expression tightened, and he grew much more serious.
"Could that be the Blood Gourd Old Ancestor?" After the two men left, a playful glint passed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes. His frame of mind was now entirely different from when he had first arrived on Blood Gourd Island.
When he had first arrived, he had been no more than a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Though few in the Foundation Establishment Realm could match him, in front of a Golden Core cultivator, he was still little more than an ant. Even in the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm, where spiritual energy and resources were relatively scarce, Golden Core cultivators were not particularly rare—let alone in the far more bountiful Blue Demon Sea. At the very least, he would encounter Golden Core cultivators far