Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 679 - 309 - Piaoqiu Village_2

These house-like things appeared to be giant spherical objects woven from vines.

There was a round opening in front of the vine houses, which served as the entrance.

The houses seemed to float on the sea surface. Their round structure didn't roll over because wide wooden planks and intertwined vines stabilized them. This enabled them to float steadily on the sea surface. Yet, even so, one could distinctly feel the houses gently swaying with the waves.

Seeing this, Jason, who was conversing with the elderly man from time to time, immediately asked, "Is this your village? This is... quite fascinating."

"Haha, it's quite different from dwellings elsewhere, isn't it? This is Piaoqiu Village," the elderly man chuckled, introducing it with some delight. Clearly, he was very fond of his village.

Jason looked at the houses and curiously asked, "How are these houses built?"

"Using the Spell of Vine Growth."

"The Spell of Vine Growth?" Jason asked in bewilderment. What kind of Spell is this? The name itself sounds oddly bizarre.

"It's a very simple Spell. Outsiders from the Holy Mother Church learned it easily before. Let me demonstrate for you," the elderly man said, waving his hand.

Magic Power spread out. Alka then saw that in the sea below, amidst the tangled vines, some began to detach and grow upwards. Under the elder's control, they emerged directly from the water and wove themselves into a sphere, floating along with the waves. But because they were connected to the vines below, they were firmly tethered and wouldn't drift away completely, even though they wobbled. This was evidently the same structure as the houses in the village, only those were larger, perhaps using more vines.

In that instant, Alka understood how the village houses were constructed. This is really interesting.

Upon their arrival at the village, the presence of Alka and his companions was indeed very conspicuous.

A middle-aged man, who didn't look very old, was wearing Vine Armor made from peculiar vines. Holding a Trident that glinted with a metallic sheen, he approached them. Or rather, he wasn't walking. As he drew a little closer, everyone realized he was sitting on something. It was a strange creature about one and a half meters long, with four visible limbs, a slender head, and a long, swinging tail. It vaguely resembled a crocodile but also a fish.

And the Trident in his hand, although it shimmered with a metallic luster, Alka thought it unlikely to be a metal weapon. It would be strange for people living long-term on the sea to use metal weapons; they would wear out easily. That wouldn't be practical. It looks like some kind of wooden weapon with a metallic sheen. It should be very sturdy. His power is also at the Second Stage, yet stronger than the elderly man's by several Spirals. He seems on the verge of breaking through to the Third Stage.

After riding over on the strange creature, he eyed the group warily, his gaze lingering on Alka, Chadite, and Jason in particular. It was apparent he noticed something different about the three. Their only unique aspect might have been their shared faith: all three were followers of the Holy Mother and considered part of the Holy Mother Church.

"Uncle Keck, who are these people?" the middle-aged man asked.

Upon hearing this, Keck, the elderly man who was leading them, smiled. "They're from the Holy Mother Church. They happened to drift into the Sea of Moisture from our direction, so they came up to take a look."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man once again cautiously scanned the group. Looking at Alka, who clearly seemed to be the leader, he nodded slightly. "I hope you won't cause any trouble in the village."

The group nodded.

Following behind the two men, they walked towards the interior of the village.

The village covered quite a large area. After all, the spherical houses floating on the sea surface were indeed very peculiar. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The arrival of these outsiders made the surrounding residents unable to resist turning their heads to look at them. Some children's eyes especially lit up when they saw the pile of dolls on the boat. However, they dared not come over, not because they were timid, but because their parents firmly held them back, giving their children very unfriendly looks. Clearly, if they tried to break free, they would surely endure a beating from their parents.

Upon entering the village, it seemed they had already reached Uncle Keck's house; his home was very close to the village entrance. He waved his fishing rod, and thousands of fish lined up, swimming towards the area beneath a house made from two spheres. The structure of this house and its surroundings was somewhat different because there was a distinct fence behind the round house, enclosing a large circle. Those fish entered the fish enclosure through the seawater below. Obviously, it was a place for breeding.

"This certainly isn't the place you wish to stay; after all, it's just an ordinary village.

"If you want to head to the Mudland, you'll need to leave the village and walk for several days in this direction," the middle-aged man holding the Trident said to the group.

"Mudland?" The term confused Jason a bit.

Looking at Jason, who had spoken, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, that's what you outsiders refer to as an Island."

Upon hearing this, the group understood what "Mudland" meant.