250: Chapter 250 The Laughing Arhat

As this thought emerged, Pei Qingyun couldn't help but shiver.

"Perhaps I should head inside to take shelter. Could it be that kid, Tianlin, has come again?"

Pei Qingyun released his perception, and familiar life auras emerged one by one.

Among them, one immensely familiar aura was precisely Pei Tianlin's.

At this moment, he was immersed in his Cultivation.

The two Medicinal Pills Pei Qingyun had gifted him, while unable to allow him to complete a Breakthrough in his Realm, possessed medicinal potency equivalent to two months of arduous Cultivation.

It simply required some time to absorb them.

Pei Qingyun conducted a rough scan and, seeing no other abnormalities, withdrew his perception. "It seems I was overthinking. I have been working too hard on Alchemy lately, and my body is giving me a warning. An old man like me really needs to pay more attention to maintaining my health."

...

On a stretch of sea far from the Lin Sea Region, there was a small island that looked just like a palm.

This small island was not large, covering only one-third the area of Tianyuan Island.

In terms of classification, this island could not even be considered extremely small.

Logically speaking, this small island was not suitable for long-term human habitation.

Yet, who could have imagined?

Right on the eastern side of this small island, there was a newly constructed mooring port.

At the port were docked several pirate ships, each nearly ten zhang in length.

Although these pirate ships flew different flags, the design style of every single ship was surprisingly consistent.

From this point alone, one could tell that these pirate ships all belonged to the same faction.

Yet, they insisted on flying different flags.

It could be said that their intentions were obvious to everyone.

What can pirates do? Naturally, they plunder.

While ordinary pirates might only plunder wealth, the pirates here plundered all the flesh and blood from a person's body.

In reality, the culprits behind all of this were none other than the Blood Demon Sect Martial Artists on this island.

Ever since they arrived on this small island a year ago.

With the small island as the center, within a radius of one hundred miles, any ship passing through these waters was either slaughtered or enslaved by them.

As time passed, countless terrifying legends grew around the area where this small island was located, causing no one to dare approach it ever again.

To this day, a large number of Blood Demon Sect Martial Artists have gathered on this island.

In the center of the island, within a detached courtyard.

Nearly a hundred Blood Demon Sect Martial Artists were gathered together, and the leader was a middle-aged man around forty years old.

The middle-aged man had a full beard and somewhat sparse hair. When he smiled, two large yellow front teeth were exposed, and his entire appearance looked incredibly vulgar and crude.

Anyone who saw him would have the first impression that this person was nothing more than a rustic laborer.

Yet, this very same middle-aged man, who looked so vulgar and crude, was actually one of the top ten Inner Sect Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, known by the code name Laughing Arhat.

In order to deal with this Laughing Arhat, the Evil Suppression Bureau had organized several encirclement campaigns, but not only did they return empty-handed, they suffered losses from each campaign. In the most severe instance, they even lost a Late Stage Grandmaster.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Laughing Arhat had become a thorn in the side of the Evil Suppression Bureau in every prefecture.

Yet, this very Blood Demon Sect Grandmaster was currently berating the others with extreme rage.

"It has already been ten days, and there is still no sign of Bao Er and He Jiu. What use do I have for you lot?"

Listening to the furious roar of the Laughing Arhat, the other Blood Demon Sect Cultivators were all as silent as cicadas in winter.

What is an Evil Sect?

It is to view human life as mere grass, perfectly embodying the phrase, "The strong are respected."

Like this Blood Demon Grandmaster, the strong have absolute dominion over the weak.

For the weak, let alone resisting, even talking back could very likely lead to them dying and their Dao dissipating.

Not to mention the Laughing Arhat before them. It is no exaggeration to say that the number of Martial Artists who have died at his hands over the years is nearly in the four digits. If one were to add ordinary people, it would be at least several times that amount.

"Why aren't you speaking? Are you all mute? A bunch of trash! Didn't you say you could find them within three days?" The Laughing Arhat pointed furiously at a Blood Demon Sect Cultivator.

The next moment, a large hole exploded in the chest of the pointed-at Blood Demon Sect Cultivator, and a mist of blood drifted out.

The Blood Demon Sect Cultivators present were no strangers to this scent.

Every time they left the island, they would taste this flavor.

But at this moment, this scent filled them with immense fear.

Facing the enraged Laughing Arhat, no one knew if they would be the next one.

Fortunately, the Laughing Arhat did not vent for long. After several more people paid with their lives, his emotions finally stabilized.

It was also at this moment that a Blood Demon Sect Grandmaster walked toward the Laughing Arhat.

"Big Brother, I have inquired about the whereabouts of Second Brother and Ninth Brother. Their subordinates confessed that ten days ago, Second Brother and Ninth Brother went together to hunt some prey, and then they both went missing. To this day, there has been no news. I suspect that Second Brother and Ninth Brother were ambushed by the Evil Suppression Bureau. Otherwise, in this sea area, who else could make Second Brother and Ninth Brother disappear?"