“Daoist Shen, this island looks large at first glance, but in truth, its spiritual energy is lacking, and the soil is barren. It’s not a great place.”
“Daoist Shen, this island isn’t bad. It has abundant resources and even a small spirit stone vein—just a bit small in size.”
“This island is quite good. It has two mines, over a hundred mu of fertile spirit fields. Plenty of cultivators have tried to buy it, but I never sold.”
“Daoist Shen, take a look at this island…”
Song Zhenfei was very enthusiastic, explaining everything in full detail.
He truly left nothing unsaid, sharing all he knew.
This left Shen Mo deeply moved.
In the ruthless world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak and deception is rampant, someone as genuine as Song Zhenfei was rare indeed.
No wonder Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui had plotted just to swindle his Demon-Banishing Thunder Pearl.
After flying for a while, Shi Tianhao suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look toward a small island in the southeast.
Shen Mo had been observing Shi Tianhao closely.
Seeing this, he looked in the same direction.
From their angle, only the outline of the island could be seen; the specific details were unclear.
Song Zhenfei smiled. “Daoist Shen, interested in that island? It’s just an ordinary one.”
“The islands under my Liuyun Island’s jurisdiction are divided into four grades—supreme, high, middle, and low.”
“That one at best is a middle-grade island. It’s far inferior to the high-grade ones I selected for you earlier.”
Shen Mo smiled faintly. “I just had a passing sense—perhaps it’s a sign of fate.”
“Could I trouble Island Lord Song to introduce it to me?”
Song Zhenfei laughed heartily. “Of course! We’re friends—no trouble at all!”
He immediately said, “That island doesn’t have a name. But there’s a black iron mine on it and dozens of mu of spirit fields.”
“However, the black iron mine is buried deep and difficult to extract.”
“And the spirit fields aren’t very fertile. Only four or five mu of land are decently rich, the rest are quite barren.”
“Several cultivators have tried to buy it before, but gave up after inspecting it personally.”
Shen Mo nodded lightly. “I’d like to take a look.”
The three of them flew toward the island.
Before long, they landed.
The island wasn’t very large, roughly the same area as the entire Yuding Sect.
Everything Song Zhenfei said was true.
The island’s resources were neither great nor terrible—
It was modest: not excellent, but better than the worst.
Shen Mo nodded. “I feel I’m fated with this island. I’ll choose this one.”
Song Zhenfei was momentarily stunned, then said seriously, “As your friend, I advise you not to choose this one. It really is just average.”
Shi Tianhao’s eyes flashed. “Yes, Daoist Shen, Brother Song is right. There’s no need to settle for this island.”
“Let’s keep searching. There are many high- and top-grade islands waiting to be picked.”
Shen Mo shook his head firmly. “This is the one.”
Song Zhenfei sighed. “Alright. Since you insist…”
Before he could finish speaking, the center of the island suddenly trembled.
In the next moment, a wisp of black smoke shot into the sky, giving off a foul smell.
Song Zhenfei’s expression shifted in astonishment. “Volcanic smoke?!”
He looked at Shen Mo with delight. “Daoist Shen, your luck is incredible! There’s likely a volcano beneath this island!”
“Come on, let’s take a look!”
Song Zhenfei charged ahead, truly happy for Shen Mo.
Shen Mo followed closely behind.
Shi Tianhao trailed at the rear, a chill flashing through his eyes as he watched Shen Mo’s back.
Moments later, the three arrived at a hill in the island’s center.
The black smoke was rising from a fissure there.
Looking into the crack—
They saw molten lava churning below!
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