Chapter 770: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 770 Bold Idea!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing was stunned upon hearing this, and dust-covered memories in his mind were stirred.

After a moment, a flash of realization crossed his eyes.

He did remember—it had been not long after his promotion, back when it was still summer.

Out of boredom, he had made an appointment with Hu Bugui to go fishing, and then met Zhao Ziyue.

And during that time, Hu Bugui had indeed mentioned a similar story.

No wonder it sounded familiar, like he had heard it somewhere—now he remembered it all.

Xu Zhangqing said reminiscing, "You said the river water turned turbid, several black coffins drifted down from upstream, and red blood seeped out; that blood touched the fish and shrimp in the water, and in the blink of an eye it poisoned them to death."

Hu Bugui slapped his thigh hard: "Exactly, that's it!"

Xu Zhangqing nodded: "I remembered it all at once."

Hu Bugui continued, "Lao Xu, think about it—back then, just a few coffins caused such a big commotion."

Now the Black Lake of the Water Control Pavilion is full of coffins, dense as duckweed.

If blood also seeped out, the consequences would be unthinkable!"

Zhao Ziyue said in a deep voice, "The Water Control Pavilion oversees the sect's waters, and the Black Lake is even more the core area; if something goes wrong, the water source of the entire immortal sect will be affected."

Xu Zhangqing stood up: "There's no time to lose; let's go to the Water Control Pavilion now."

Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue stood up too: "Let's go, let's go, let's go."

The three no longer delayed, transforming into three streaks of flowing light and flying toward the Water Control Pavilion.

Not long after, the outline of the Black Lake appeared in their field of vision.

From afar, many sect disciples and elders had already gathered by the lakeside.

Voices were noisy, and many Water Control Pavilion disciples were maintaining order.

Although it had been lively before, it could not compare to this extent now.

After the three drew near, they saw countless black coffins floating on the vast Black Lake.

Various sizes, ancient styles.

Their surfaces were covered with mottled patterns, exuding a chill deathly aura.

The lake water was made even more gloomy by the reflection of the coffins, and even sunlight falling upon it was dim and lusterless.

At the center of the lake, Water Control Pavilion Lord Mo Qiu Shui hovered there, his gaze fixed tightly on the lake surface.

Dao rhyme flowed around him, and he continuously released divine sense to probe the coffins; beside him stood several Core Disciples of the Water Control Pavilion, each with an extremely solemn expression.

And in the depths of the Black Lake, a huge black shadow crouched at the bottom, revealing only half a head and a thick snake head—it was the awakened Xuanwu.

Besides its main body, Xuanwu's tail was also a fierce Teng Snake.

Its eyes, like lanterns, were fixed tightly on the coffins on the water surface, their gaze turbid, as if reminiscing about some distant past, yet also seeming to be on guard against some potential threat.

Hu Bugui said in a low voice, "This scene feels much more serious than back then."

Xu Zhangqing deeply agreed: "The Black Lake is laid with the Ten Thousand Fish Array; the spirit fish in the array not only nourish the Black Lake's water pulse, but are also the key to suppressing Xuanwu."

Once the Ten Thousand Fish Array is broken, Xuanwu will be without restraint, and there will definitely be a fierce battle."

Zhao Ziyue's expression changed slightly: "Xuanwu's strength is unfathomable; once it loses control, the consequences will be unthinkable."

Hu Bugui scratched his head: "Who knows how the immortal sect will handle this matter?"

Xu Zhangqing's thoughts drifted further; he gazed at the gloomy lake water and secretly thought: "In the depths of the Black Dragon Pool, there is also a Black Water Area over there."

Inside, not only are there a large number of spirit fish, but also fish demons crouching, and even the Lock Dragon Abyss is hidden.

Could these two Black Water places have some connection?"

Mo Qiu Shui perceived the arrival of Xu Zhangqing and the other two; his figure flashed and he appeared before them.

Xu Zhangqing cupped his hands: "Pavilion Master Mo."

Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue were different from him, their attitude much more respectful: "True Lord Mo!"

And the reason their attitudes differed actually had a cause.

Simply put, Xu Zhangqing's daughter Linglong had taken Mo Qiu Shui as her Teacher.

In other words, Xu Zhangqing and Mo Qiu Shui's relationship was closer.

Mo Qiu Shui swept his gaze over the three and asked, "You also came for the coffins in the Black Lake?"

"Exactly."

Xu Zhangqing gave an affirmative, then asked, "How is the current situation?"

Mo Qiu Shui said in a deep voice: "I have already probed them; these coffins, though exuding deathly aura, are different from back then."

Currently no blood is seeping out, and there have been no casualties for the time being.

Although Xuanwu has awakened, it is only staring at the coffins, with no signs of restlessness for now."

Upon hearing this, Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue both breathed a sigh of relief.

The Black Lake is equivalent to the source of the immortal sect's water pulse.

Once the source has a problem, or is polluted.

What is affected is not as simple as a few rivers.

But many places such as Spirit Fields and Ling Beast Valley will ultimately be implicated.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze once again fell on the coffins on the lake surface; from the Mysterious Yellow Qi leakage in Hongfeng Valley, to the sphere wrapped by roots, then to the commotion of the Water Control Pavilion, and the secret of the Seven Great Immortal Peaks floating mentioned by the Great Elder—it seemed all of this pointed to the same cause.

After thinking these through, Xu Zhangqing took a deep breath and thought to himself: "So that's how it is... beneath the Immortal Sect, I fear something extraordinary is suppressed.

The anomalies at Hongfeng Valley and Rain Water Pavilion are likely chain reactions brought by that thing."

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Mo Qiu Shui called out: "We have enough hands for now, but an extra share of strength means an extra measure of stability.

Please, the three of you, help inspect the coffins and see if there are any hidden restrictions or anomalies.

If there is anything abnormal, I can also deal with it as soon as possible."

"It is only right."

Xu Zhangqing nodded in agreement, and Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue also hurriedly nodded.

The three immediately dispersed, joining the coffin inspection team.

The cultivators by the lake each performed their duties; some were responsible for using spiritual power to wrap the coffins to prevent anomalies, some dived into the water to investigate the coffins' origins — the scene was busy yet not chaotic.

Xu Zhangqing's divine sense swept over these coffins, then suddenly locked onto one with the most ancient style and the most complex surface patterns.

This coffin was slightly smaller than the others, yet exuded a denser deathly aura; its edges were even stained with a bit of dark red mud, as if it had just been turned up from an extremely deep lake bottom.

He approached without revealing anything, pretending to examine the coffin's restrictions, his mana quietly spreading out and shielding the surroundings for an instant.

This was a minor technique Xu Zhangqing had derived after cultivating the Qing Emperor Longevity Art, able to briefly isolate others' divine sense.

Taking advantage of the opening, a thought moved in his mind, and he took that ancient coffin into his personal space.

Having done all this, he continued inspecting as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had occurred at all.

Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue were both busy, and Mo Qiu Shui was farthest away, so no one noticed his small move.

Of course, it could also be understood as: these people simply lacked the ability to detect it.

Just like that, they were busy for half a day, and the sky gradually darkened.

The evening sun's afterglow scattered over Hei Hu, plating those coffins with a layer of dark red.

Xu Zhangqing and the other two left Hei Hu, each returning to their residence, agreeing to meet later.

The moment he returned, Xu Zhangqing headed straight for the cultivation room, activated the formations and restrictions one by one, then entered his personal space without hesitation and looked at that black small coffin!