Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 387 - 386: It Turned Out to Be Five Years

Chapter 387: Chapter 386: It Turned Out to Be Five Years

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That is a state-of-the-art fighter jet capable of vertical takeoff and landing.

It’s clear just how urgent Long Si was when he learned of Lin Hao’s appearance, to use such a jet as his means of arrival.

As the plane landed on the only helipad of the base, barely having come to a stop, Long Si couldn’t wait to jump out.

"Lin Hao! It really is you!"

Upon seeing Lin Hao not far away, Long Si first froze, then immediately beamed with joy. He quickened his pace, rushed over, grabbed Lin Hao’s hand firmly, and scrutinized him from head to toe with excited, sparkling eyes, overwhelmed with emotion: "It’s so great to see you; who would have thought you’d still be alive!"

Indeed, no one had ever come out alive from the Sea of Death.

Who could have imagined that after the catastrophic accident, Lin Hao could still be alive?

"Good fortune comes after surviving a great disaster. These people, they are the descendants of those who have inadvertently entered the Sea of Death over the past hundreds of years. There, apart from abundant Primordial Stones, there is nothing else. Now, I need you to give them an identity and settle them into homes."

Lin Hao looked at the people from Death Island, still eating and drinking on the playground, and got straight to the point without mincing words with Long Si.

"No problem, no problem! It’s good that they can come back, that they can return!" Long Si nodded. Such matters were simple for him, and he could tell at a glance that these nearly a thousand people, dressed like primitives, each had formidable strength.

Especially Ziyue and Lan Tianhao, Long Si, with his Sky-breaking Realm strength, felt a sense that he couldn’t see through them.

Strong characters!

What Huaxia now lacked was precisely such strong characters, not just any strong characters, but also Cultivators!

Long Si’s heart was filled with joy, and his face looked even better than before.

The local base manager seeing Long Si, a figure of his stature, taking on the group that was akin to starving ghosts, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The elder in front of him, just by being able to arrive in the most advanced aircraft, was clearly no ordinary person. He wished he could send off this group that seemed capable of devouring the entire base building right away.

"They’re my responsibility now, you’re no longer needed here. There will be a convoy coming to pick them up tomorrow. For today, we’ll borrow your base, is there a conference room?" Long Si quickly dismissed the base personnel and took over as the host.

However, Lin Hao couldn’t help feeling that something was off with Long Si.

The two went into the conference room, where Long Si wanted to speak privately with Lin Hao, blocking out Song Qinghong and the others.

Once the door was shut and it was certain no one was around, Long Si sat down, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

An oppressive atmosphere slowly permeated the conference room.

Was there a problem?

Had something indeed gone wrong?

It’s been almost two months since the incident. Two months were enough for a lot to happen; chances are that Resurrection Island had already been seized by other world forces...

No...

Lin Hao suddenly realized something.

Wasn’t Long Si supposed to go to Resurrection Island after disguising himself? Why was he here then?

Could it be that after the shipwreck, Long Si had canceled his plan?

Thinking like this could explain why Long Si was here, but what exactly had happened?

Lin Hao sat down and faced Long Si.

No matter what had happened, Long Si would certainly have an explanation.

"Lin Hao, your return is truly great news for me. But there are some things I must tell you about. You need to be prepared."

As expected, as soon as Long Si sat down, he got straight to the point, uttering words that left Lin Hao greatly puzzled.

Prepared?

Did he need to prepare himself?

Even if foreigners had completely taken over Resurrection Island, he wouldn’t need any psychological preparation for that.

"Just speak plainly," Lin Hao knocked on the table.

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Long Si was stunned for a moment before he sighed, "As you know, in these past five years..."

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as he began to speak, Lin Hao was confused.

"Five years? What five years?"

"The accident of the colossal ship, from the time we lost contact with you until now, it’s been five years," Long Si was also stunned, looking at Lin Hao with confusion.

The two stared at each other, both faces filled with bafflement.

Five years, wasn’t it just two months? How did it become five years?

"That’s not right, including the one month we’ve drifted at sea, I’ve been in the Sea of Death for less than a month only, five years? You must be joking," Lin Hao said, but he knew too well that someone like Long Si wouldn’t joke about such things. And the date today could easily confirm it with a quick check.

If Long Si was not lying, then Lin Hao had truly been trapped on Death Island for five years.

But...

What kind of law is this, is the Death Sea Domain not subject to the time of Earth?

Lin Hao no longer had the mood to ponder over this.

Two months might not lead to many events unfolding, but five years...

"You may continue."

Lin Hao already had a bad premonition.

"Since the accident with your colossal ship, for the first two years, Cultivators kept streaming into Resurrection Island. More and more of the island was explored, but with it, the dangers inside also grew. The number of Cultivators injured or killed was countless, the losses severe."

"But, the treasures there are enough to tempt every person, people became obsessed with treasure hunting, entering but not leaving. Although many suffered and died, Death Island continued to produce Primordial Stones, giving birth to many new Cultivators."

"However, these Primordial Stones are controlled by the Western powers, and we rarely get access to the resources."

"Last year, the people from the East Atlantic Company made their move."

Long Si paused for a moment, looking at Lin Hao, seemingly hesitant.

"Speak."

The East Atlantic Company, Lin Hao’s biggest enemy in this world, their move was definitely not good news for Lin Hao.

"Last year, due to my negligence at work, overnight, the Mingyang Sect and the Song Family were attacked and suffered heavy losses, they were almost... nearly..." Long Si’s face couldn’t hold its composure, he even dared not meet Lin Hao’s eyes.

Who didn’t know that the Mingyang Sect and the Song Family were essentially Lin Hao’s subordinates? Attacking them was effectively attacking Lin Hao.

And now with the Mingyang Sect and the Song Family suffering heavy losses, one could imagine how furious Lin Hao would be.

From the moment Long Si received the call of Lin Hao’s return, he had been bracing for Lin Hao’s fury.

But at this moment, Lin Hao’s face was expressionless, with no hint of emotional fluctuation.

Only his eyes were fixed on Long Si, that gaze instilling fear in Long Si, a Sky-breaking Expert himself!

Lin Hao has grown stronger! Five years ago, even though Lin Hao had started making a name for himself, he could not have given Long Si such a feeling!

Long Si was secretly shocked, wondering what Lin Hao had experienced in the Death Sea during these five years.

"Continue."

While Long Si was still feeling apprehensive, Lin Hao calmly prompted him.

With gritted teeth, Long Si had to muster his courage before he could speak, "Overnight, the Mingyang Sect was almost annihilated, of the Song Family, barely one in ten survived, only a few escaped, as for..."

"As for what!"

Suddenly, Primordial Qi surged around Lin Hao, a horrifying killing intent emanating from him.

The Mingyang Sect almost wiped out, the Song Family reduced to one in ten?

He, Lin Hao, had just decided to expand his influence in the Death Sea, having only just begun, and now his power was struck with such a fatal blow, moreover...

In a flash, Lin Hao was standing right in front of Long Si, looking at him like the God of Death himself, as if he’d mete out suffering to Long Si at a word, asking word by word, "What about my parents?"

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