Chapter 151: Indeed, Anything Can Become a God

Feng Xue frowned slightly at Xiao Lingdang's sudden words; according to the information he'd checked during registration, the Seekers of Land Association was not a mandatory organization, and summoning orders were normally not compulsory.

But that word "urgent" still made him uneasy:

"What exactly is going on?"

"A pre-civilization relic has been discovered beneath a native island at the junction of the Chifeng Archipelago, the Cradle Archipelago, and the Coral Archipelago, 3,400 kilometers northeast of us."

Xiao Lingdang spoke, pulling up a nautical chart—the vast expanse of blue sea divided into six distinct colored zones.

Yes, not three, but six: besides the territorial waters of the Chifeng Archipelago, the Cradle Archipelago, and the Coral Archipelago, there were also the far end of the Lawless Zone, a small patch of the East Sea, and the Sea People's stronghold—the Sea Divine Domain.

A region so prone to constant warfare that peace would be a geographical insult—now a relic had appeared there, and he could already guess what kind of hellish tableau lay ahead.

Yet Feng Xue's thoughts did not interrupt Xiao Lingdang's narration; she merely pointed to a highlighted spot on the chart:

"According to pre-civilization geographic records, this sea area was a core conflict zone during the pre-civilization land-power era, but the relic's location lies even farther east—roughly here. The problem now is that it's only 700 kilometers from the boundary of the Sea Divine Domain; the news has almost certainly leaked, so the Seekers of Land Association is summoning nearby Seekers to assist."

"Oh, they're pulling in cannon fodder! No way!" Feng Xue's first reaction was to ignore it, but Sara suddenly seemed to notice something; after several seconds of silent calculation—or perhaps just silence—she exchanged a "glance" with Feina.

The dog, the AI, and the woman seemed to have reached some unspoken agreement; then, under Feng Xue's suspicious gaze, Sara asked Xiao Lingdang:

"Which deity is worshipped in that temple?"

"According to Seekers of Land forum rumors, it's a treatment pod once revered as a god of healing and longevity…"

Hearing this, Feng Xue's face twitched slightly; he turned to look at Feina, and after staring at her smile for a long moment, he could only spit out one phrase from his hometown:

"F*ck!"

But as a universal language, everyone present understood it clearly; Sara nudged Feina and said:

"You've already got it all, so go ahead and cuss if you want—just don't curse yourself to death."

Sara's remark left Feng Xue utterly speechless; after a long pause, he muttered dryly:

"You know about this place?"

"We only have some pre-civilization data in our database. This location was once a relatively backward but populous nation. For a long time, the Free Federation and the Emerald Federation conducted drug experiments here; even back then, there was already a 'God of Healing'—something called 'Danwadali.'"

"Legend says He held a jar of nectar and shared the elixir of immortality with all beings—actually a euphemism for major powers distributing untested but potentially effective drugs to the poor who could never afford medicine, granting them 'unknown health.'"

"Since a pre-civilization relic that has endured a thousand years was found here, it's almost certainly a pharmaceutical lab or military facility. So if native worshippers still exist, they're very likely venerating a healing or longevity deity—though a war god is possible. But even if we're wrong, it doesn't matter much."

"So that's how it is…" Feng Xue started to nod, then suddenly realized a problem—

Could such pre-civilization secrets really be so casually known? After all, detailed intelligence about the pre-civilization era—even just a single faith lineage—could serve as a vital blueprint for Seekers exploring the Earth God!

As for Xiao Lingdang not realizing it—that's because her original form was also a relic of the pre-civilization era; what might be common sense to her wasn't necessarily so for this era.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue quietly asked: "Xiao Lingdang, do you know what she just said?"

"Apologies, Master. My original form only retains data stored in the weather station; aside from meteorological records, which are professional, all other data comes from the deceased researchers' belongings. I've only encountered references to drug trials in certain pre-civilization novels, but they require extensive cross-referencing and cannot be verified."

Hearing Xiao Lingdang's reply, Feng Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, for he now sensed that these pre-civilization secrets were likely the Luobo family's true treasure.

But…

"Is there something you want there?"

After a long pause, Feng Xue looked at the calm Feina, who shook her head:

"No. We're just proving our value. I can tell you don't plan to head to the Emerald Archipelago yet—and neither do we. To reduce friction in future cooperation, I think we can't rely solely on disguised identities—this kind of assistance feels like coercion. We need you to realize we genuinely help your journey."

I have to say, Fina's answer this time finally aligned with Feng Xue's way of thinking.

He thought for a moment, then finally nodded:

"Alright, let's go take a look."

Feng Xue did have a genuine need for longevity deities; compared to Sara and Feina, whose identities were sensitive, he at least had the fallback of sheer luck.

If these two truly betrayed him, he could use the deity contract to completely ditch them; if cooperation went smoothly, he might even leverage their power to pursue those longevity deities buried in history.

If they weren't afraid, why should he be?

Realizing this, Feng Xue relaxed. He kept the resources originally meant for Xiao Fengling in his pocket and gave the order:

"Xiao Lingdang, respond to the summoning order—set course for the target sea area! By the way, where do we mount the electromagnetic cannon we just seized?"

"Put it on the forward deck. There's an interface there, and an independent magazine in the forward compartment for easier reloading—I've already deployed the interface. Master, you just need to install it…"

…

"Worthless!"

At Banmaid Port, a young priest in red robes, accompanied by a dog, had lost all his former vigor. He sat in a wheelchair, his chest and abdomen covered in tape—not from external wounds, but to stretch his skin and prevent broken bones from pressing into his damaged organs.

Yet even in this pitiful state, he was still scolded; before him, the elderly man in the 3D projection ranted for ten full minutes before finally calming down:

"How long will it take you to recover?"

"I'll need at least two days to regain eighty percent of my combat strength, but the real problem is the ship—the main control system was wiped clean by that thing's accomplice. Though the ship's safety pod wasn't damaged, repairing it with just the crew and damage control is unrealistic."

The man kept his head down, speaking with a wheeze, yet forced himself to answer despite the tightness in his chest.

The man in the projection wanted to curse again, but knew it was a fact; he finally said:

"We've gathered intelligence on that thing's accomplice, but the results are extremely limited. We only know he registered as a Seeker under the codename 'Shenxiao.' Beyond that, nothing. I've dispatched a hunting team. Heal as quickly as you can. Also, gather all survivors and compile a report on Shenxiao's abilities. When the hunting team arrives, you'll join them. If you fail again, you'll be sent to hunt seals in the North Sea!"

(End of Chapter)