Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2218: Chapter 2219: Lu Qiming

As soon as the words were spoken, the spacious hall fell silent.

In this silence, Lin Chen met Zheng Chuanhai’s gaze. Their eyes met in mid-air, and although it was difficult to fathom Zheng Chuanhai’s intention, from his gaze, which seemed to radiate with heat and excitement, Lin Chen could tell this was not a joke.

”What... do you mean?”

”Don’t misunderstand.”

Zheng Chuanhai smiled faintly. In this chuckle, he stood up and brushed the hair from his forehead before saying, ”Don’t misunderstand, I do not have that kind of preference. It’s just that we need your body as a vessel to welcome the return of the Ancestor.”

Ancestor? Return?

Lin Chen furrowed his brow even tighter, previously, while in a state of weakness, he also heard what Zheng Chuanhai called that old man. Naturally, the one sitting on the chair was who Zheng Chuanhai referred to as the Ancestor.

But what did this have to do with him?

”Curious? You’ll find out soon enough.”

Zheng Chuanhai chuckled softly, the light in his eyes growing brighter, illuminating with an excited gleam.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Zheng Chuanhai raised his head and looked at the figure seated on the chair, then slightly bowed before standing up again. With a wave of his large hand, the figure in the black robe seated above suddenly straightened up.

”Ah... isn’t that...”

As the black robe covering the figure’s head fell behind him, Chen Jie saw the person’s face clearly and slightly leaned back, shock filling her eyes.

This was not because of something terrifying about the figure, but because Chen Jie knew the person before her all too well.

”What’s wrong?” Lin Chen was unaware, his gaze roaming between the figure and Chen Jie, full of confusion.

”Is that... the former Sect Master, Lu Qiming?”

Before Chen Jie could respond, Sun Tianming, who had been injured and lying on the ground, got up again, also staring in shock.

They were all too familiar with this figure.

Aside from Lin Chen, most who joined the Green Ripple Sect couldn’t avoid hearing or seeing its history unfold.

And among these developments, mentions of the sect’s former members, like Lu Qiming, were unavoidable.

He was the sect’s former Sect Master, seen not only in the sculpture on the square but also in portraits from the past, so neither Sun Tianming nor Chen Jie found the visage unfamiliar.

What shocked them wasn’t Lu Qiming’s appearance, but why his body would appear here, within this eerie palace in the spiritual realm.

And why did Lu Chuanhai call him Ancestor? This all reeked of a sinister plot.

”Could it be that this crypt was built by Lu Qiming?” A cold chill climbed into Chen Jie’s heart.

At this time, Zheng Chuanhai’s figure rose and he started to ascend the steps slowly.

Step by step, he walked forward, and the figure on the platform wasn’t disturbed by the noise.

The figure’s eyes were tightly closed at the moment, his breath absent, more like an old man who had passed away for years.

Yet, his complexion remained ruddy, as if always bearing a touch of life, making one wonder if he was merely asleep.

Chen Jie and Sun Tianming felt a jolt in their hearts with each of Zheng Chuanhai’s movements. Such eeriness was beyond their understanding, and they couldn’t fathom Zheng Chuanhai’s next course of action.

”Forgive me, Ancestor.”

Zheng Chuanhai whispered, then directed his palm toward Lu Qiming’s brow.

A slight sound followed as Zheng Chuanhai swung his hand, and a visible foreign object seemed about to burst through Lu Qiming’s forehead!

Simultaneously, threads of dark demonic aura began to emanate from Zheng Chuanhai, spreading over Lu Qiming like a web. As this demonic presence appeared, even the black robe enshrouding Lu Qiming was incinerated into ashes!

The objects appeared without taking long, barely a few moments before they quickly converged on Lu Qiming’s brow. In this gathering, the foreign object emerged through his brow’s skin, revealing a round, obsidian orb.

The orb was the size of a human pupil, jet black, with streaks of dark aura curling around it. As it manifested, even the palace’s light dimmed a bit, while Lu Qiming’s body dissipated instantly, turning to dust settling on the seat.

”This aura...”

Lin Chen’s eyes widened. Though he didn’t know who Lu Qiming was, he recognized this aura all too well, having encountered it several times in critical encounters that left a deep impression on him.

”You are from the Demon Sect!”

Lin Chen declared abruptly, and he couldn’t help but take a breath as those elusive figures the Sect Elders had struggled to track were now brazenly invading the spiritual realm of the sect!

”What, they are from the Demon Sect?” Sun Tianming and Chen Jie exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave, realizing these people possessed the strength to infiltrate here!

And most terrifying of all, their sect’s former Sect Master was actually their Ancestor!

For Lin Chen’s assertion, Zheng Chuanhai seemed unsurprised. He held the orb in his hand, smiling as he descended from the platform.

”You should call us the Holy Sect.”

He said to Lin Chen, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

”Take these two away.”

Standing in front of Lin Chen, he slightly turned his head, giving an order to the silent strongmen beside him.

Upon his command, the strongmen finally moved, approaching Chen Jie and Sun Tianming, their hands exuding a powerful force, seizing their bodies.

Despite Chen Jie and Sun Tianming’s decent cultivation, under the strongmen’s grasp, they felt caught in a tightening net, bound within, unable to move.

”Let go of me!”

Sun Tianming roared in anger, lifted into the air by a strongman, flailing limbs but to no avail.

Chen Jie found herself in the same plight, a sense of powerless doom spreading from their hearts.

They were easily taken to a distant corner, leaving the hall vast and empty, only Lin Chen and Zheng Chuanhai left in a staring contest.

One with a faint smile, the other coldly focused, their clash ignited a fierce spark in the air.

Tap, tap, tap!

Then Zheng Chuanhai walked to Lin Chen.

They were not far apart to begin with, and with a few strides, Zheng Chuanhai stood before Lin Chen.

Lin Chen remained motionless, knowing it would be futile to move, silently awaiting Zheng Chuanhai’s next move.