From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 199 Fisherman

After passing through the vast wilderness area, the spirit puppet approached the area of ​​the three sects in southern Yu.

The miasma is becoming less and less, and the human settlements are increasing.

However, the islands are small and there are no immortals living there.

The mountains here are high and the emperor is far away, so the cities are divided and form their own systems.

Every five years, the three sects in Yu Nan would test their spiritual roots in the city.

After going around in a big circle, it was nearly a million miles away from Danhua City.

There are several fishing villages on the edge of a small island with gentle currents.

There are peach trees several miles near the shore, and their fragrance is as flourishing as clouds.

From time to time, fish jumped out of the water and swallowed the falling petals.

The sound of oars gradually stopped, and the old man on the bamboo raft put away a fishing net.

Although it is early spring, the fish, having feasted on peach blossoms for several days, are unusually plump.

A fiery red shadow under the water finally realized that something was wrong and started to stir up waves in panic.

Despite the loud noise, the old man calmly tightened the fishing net, not afraid that the big fish would tear the net apart.

Even though the bamboo raft under your feet seems shaky, there is actually no worry of it capsizing.

This scene happened to be seen by the spirit puppet, and then it walked over as if nothing had happened.

The old man shook his hand, and the fish jumped out of the water and was immediately thrown into a large jar that had been prepared.

Only then did he notice Chen Yu walking on the water. His pupils shrank immediately, but soon returned to normal.

"Master, I was unable to come to greet you from afar. Please forgive me for my sins."

After saying this, he was about to kneel down, but Chen Yu gently lifted him up, and his knees stopped in mid-air.

After returning to his original position, the old man's face flushed slightly, and the tentative intention in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"My dear father-in-law, your words are too serious. I am just passing by here and I apologize for disturbing you.

But I just saw you fish something out, I wonder if you could show it to me."

The fisherman opened the lid with great trepidation, secretly blaming himself in his heart.

Why didn't you come earlier or later, but chose this time to close the net.

I don’t know whether this cultivator is easy to get along with, so I’d better save my life.

The newly formed lake water in the altar was extremely clear, and a fish about a foot and a half long was lying quietly in it.

Chen Yu thought to himself, as expected, this familiar feeling cannot be faked.

Although Yu'er's strength is not worthy of such spiritual energy, it is also at the late acquired level.

It has blood similar to that of the Dragon King, but it is thinner than when it was first encountered.

This strength and spiritual energy are probably the result of years of accumulation.

The color is very beautiful, and the fins are slender and agile.

If I really have to describe it, it is like the butterfly carp I saw in my previous life, but the color is brighter.

As for true dragons, it’s not entirely rare and precious, but it’s good to be a companion to the Dragon King.

The fisherman knew without any effort from the man's expression that he could not save the magical fish today.

But one's own secrets must not be exposed. I just hope that the immortal master will not delve too deeply into it.

Chen Yu naturally saw at a glance that the other party was a martial arts genius, otherwise he would not have been able to subdue the fish so easily. He just didn't know why he was disguised as an old fisherman.

You have to know that innateness is already the pinnacle in the mortal world, so is there any need to be secretive about catching a few spiritual fish?

However, seeing his regretful look, Chen Yu casually took out ten spirit stones.

For people who only eat it for eating purposes, this value slightly exceeds the value of the spirit fish itself.

As for more, Chen Yu is not a good person either.

Xiantian warriors are already very sensitive to spiritual energy, and they were still a little confused when they got the spiritual stones.

When he was struggling in various countries, he did not have the habit of stealing other people's cultivation resources and then making compensation.

Chen Yu also acted casually. He was not so reasonable when he stole the elixir from the immortal sect.

After all, he is an innate warrior. He can recognize the value of this thing and has the ability to keep it.

If I give him a first-grade, top-quality spiritual medicine, it would probably be a disaster rather than a blessing.

"Don't be surprised, old man, this thing is destined to be with me.

With these ten spirit stones as a guarantee, can you let it live?"

The old man nodded woodenly, and under his surprised gaze, Chen Yu pointed his finger and the fish immediately rose into the air.

Then he used his great magical powers to shrink it to half a foot long, sealed off its life force, and hid it in the puppet's belly.

Here he used a trick, and the shrunken spirit fish crawled into his sleeve, as if there was something hidden there.

The fisherman held the spirit stone tightly in his hand, and his forehead was wet with sweat without him knowing.

What a mysterious method!

Looking back to the past, he had been searching for an opportunity to break through his innate abilities on a large island thousands of miles away, and had also seen immortal cultivators who were high and mighty in the eyes of mortals.

There was a Taoist who manifested a strange phenomenon in the capital. It was rumored that he was an immortal master who had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and was far more powerful than any innate warrior.

But even that person's magic method is probably far inferior to the superb "World in the Sleeve" in front of him.

Today, Mo Qiuheng might have met a real immortal.

The strength of the immortal is unpredictable, and his thoughts are impossible to guess, but this transaction is not a loss at all.

These ten objects, which are slightly larger than quail eggs, can play a greater role in his hands than the spirit fish.

There was still joy in his heart for surviving the calamity, but when he looked up, the immortal cultivator was gone.

The old man didn't dare to stay here for too long, so he turned the boat around and rowed away in a hurry.

However, the spirit puppet did not go far. It flashed and arrived at the shore not far away.

Chen Yu strolled along the tree-lined path and saw fishermen in groups of three or four, chatting and laughing as they headed home.

We learned from the villagers that the role of this peach orchard is not just for viewing.

Every summer, merchant caravans would come with large ships to transport peaches to the county town to sell.

It's a pity that I came at the wrong time, otherwise I could have tasted this mutated peach and seen how it was different from the one produced by the Jade Dew of Nature.

There is no shortage of wild peach trees on the islands of Leiyangze, but the fruits are small and astringent, and only rich spiritual energy can save them.

This small island happens to have such conditions, with the concentration of spiritual energy more than 30% higher than the surrounding area.

However, there are no branches of spiritual veins within thousands of miles underground, and although the concentration of spiritual energy here is high, it has not reached the level of spiritual eyes.

It is the peach trees themselves that make them bear delicious fruits.

From the perspective of a third-rank formation master, this peach forest that stretches for several miles has evolved a connection like a formation.

Every big tree is a node of this formation, gathering spiritual energy and feeding itself.

It is said that their ancestors planted peaches and reclaimed wasteland here thousands of years ago, bringing benefits to future generations.

Of course, the oldest peach trees have disappeared, but there are many peach trees that are over a hundred years old.

If the formation on Yaotai Peak is a formation in which cultivators use living spiritual plants as the center of the formation, the natural spiritual formation in the small secret realm is born under the influence of luck.

Then the formation before us, which was created by chance, is a manifestation of the spirituality of all things, plus the accumulation of years.

Judging from the effect of gathering spirits and the range of coverage, this peach blossom formation can be considered as a top-grade first-class formation at best.

However, the formation has great growth potential and its potential has not been fully tapped.

Given time, if a peach tree were to metamorphose into a high-quality one, it might attract monks to stay there for a long time.

Because of the large formation suppressing the terrain, the islands and reefs that once had turbulent undercurrents are now calm.

This peach forest has made an indispensable contribution to the fact that many fishing villages can live and work here in peace and contentment.

The spirit puppet calculated the direction of the formation, and then came to the end of the peach forest.

This is a place called Qichitang by the villagers. The water depth under the surface of the 200-acre lake is seven feet.

However, hundreds of years ago, the scene here was far from being as quiet and peaceful as it is now.

Chen Yu extended his spiritual sense and discovered that the soil layer at the bottom of the lake was more than 20 feet thick and had been deposited in the last three hundred years.

Without the newly deposited thick silt, the area would be riddled with dark holes, whirlpools and rapids.

The lair of that spirit fish should also be here, but because it greedily ate the flowers of the spirit peach tree, it was caught by the innate warrior with a fishing net.

The spirit puppet cast a water escape spell and jumped into the lake.

Suddenly, a big mouth with a diameter of three feet opened on the lake surface, swallowed the figure in Taoist robes, and then closed immediately.

The core of the peach forest formation is on the bank of Qichitang, but there is not even a single peach tree around it.

Most of the spiritual creatures in the world of immortal cultivation have this property, so as to avoid being discovered by other living beings.

Under the calm lake surface, Chen Yu moved a half-covered stone slab, and a large hole with a diameter of five feet appeared before his eyes.

The lingering breath near the cave entrance indicated that this was the home of the dragon-like spirit fish in the spirit puppet's body.

After scanning with divine sense, he found that the cave was not big.

It extends inward along the shore, turns three times, and is about fifteen meters long.

A large part of it showed signs of excavation, which should be the work of the spirit fish.

After all, it is just a first-class superior formation, and it was formed unintentionally. It is rare to have such a scale.

The spirit puppet stretched out his hand and a three-inch tall short water plant swam out of the cave.

Although the spiritual energy fluctuations above and below the water plants are not great and have only just reached the initial level, it is better than nothing for immortal cultivators.

However, if it weren't for the natural shielding effect of the peach forest formation, the spiritual fish and herbs would have been discovered and taken away by the innate warrior just now.

After all, the so-called ambergris of the first-grade inferior quality is also a precious body-tempering elixir for warriors.

The faint scent of a dragon creature should be due to the saliva of the spirit fish, which barely meets Chen Yu's requirements for a new species.

When I return to the space, I will plant it in the pond, and it will grow together with the dragon spiritual fish.

After putting the aquatic plants into the storage bag, the spirit puppet went ashore and came to the nearby fishing village.

Sometimes you don’t want to see someone, but you meet him unexpectedly.

The fishing village here is quiet and peaceful, perhaps because the sale of fresh peaches, fish and shrimps makes the lives of ordinary people seem richer than those elsewhere.

Not to mention the green tiles and white walls, at least you can find a few bricks and stones at the base of the earthen wall.

In the distance, smoke was rising from each house, indicating that there was enough firewood to burn and food to fill the stomach.

An old man came towards us, wearing a straw hat, a raincoat, and a two-foot-high fish basket around his waist.

The spirit puppet smiled lightly, stepped forward and said, "Old man, we meet again."

It was the innate warrior from before. He had now come to the shore, and the boat and water tank were still left by the lake.

Although immortals are the envy of warriors, it would be a very bad feeling if you encounter one twice in one day.

This is what is meant by Ye Gong’s love for dragons.

Helplessly, he returned the greeting: "I don't deserve your courtesy, Master. Please don't embarrass me."

Because he was holding a secret, his tone became more panicked.

This old man was originally from the country of Quliang. He came from a family of martial arts and was one of the three great innate priests in the country.

He married and took concubines in his early years and had many children.

Surrounded by children and grandchildren, he enjoys the happiness of family.

Once he had seen the methods of the legendary immortal master, he always wondered whether his Mo family could also produce an immortal.

But he knew his own spiritual talent, which was only 3.1%, which was not even qualified to be a casual cultivator.

His descendants never missed any Ascension Conference, but after testing, the highest talent was only 3.7 points, not much different from him.

Fortunately, he got a chance to obtain a volume of immortal cultivation techniques from a down-and-out warrior.

However, this technique is not from the orthodox Xuanmen school, but an evil technique that increases one's cultivation level by harming people's lives.

He is over a hundred years old, and there is no way out for him even if he practices evil skills.

But his great-grandson was only five years old, and a spiritual root of three inches and seven points had just been detected.

Although his talent was very low, it at least reached the threshold for cultivating immortals.

Moreover, the evil martial arts skills progress rapidly, and it is not impossible to compete with the talented righteous practitioners.

The Mo family's great wish to produce an immortal was borne by this five-year-old child.

In order to avoid being discovered by righteous monks, he brought his great-grandson and his parents to live in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island.

When he first passed by this island, he found that the spiritual energy on the island was rich and there were few monks passing by.

As a congenital warrior, the old man has accumulated some spiritual objects over the years.

Two spiritual stones that cost a small amount of money, a hundred-year-old wild ginseng of good quality, and an unknown herb with the same spiritual energy as wild ginseng.

But his great-grandson was still young and could not absorb such overbearing spiritual energy.

Even evil cultivation techniques cannot avoid spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness.

To practice by torturing souls to draw strength, one must at least rely on one's own spiritual power.

In order to lay a good foundation for his great-grandson, the old man had been working day and night for the past half month, and finally caught the cunning spirit fish.

Although the sharp perception of an innate warrior could not allow him to recognize that this was a dragon creature, he knew that drinking fish soup could sharpen the bones and increase strength.

Unfortunately, it was seen by an immortal, so he had to give it up reluctantly.

But it doesn't matter. Ten spirit stones are a huge sum of money for a low-level cultivator, let alone him, an ordinary warrior.

Let's go to a farther place in a few days, maybe we can find more spirit fish.

"Oh?" Chen Yu said, "Why are you so reserved, old man?

Just now I saw some fishermen singing loudly in the big lake and under the peach blossom forest.

Seeing the smoke dissipate and the sun set, and feeling open-minded, how is this different from being a true immortal? "

The innate warrior nodded until the spirit puppet left.

This time Chen Yu really left, riding on a auspicious cloud and flying to the next place.

The nearest town to the island is Huangqiu Town, which can be reached by a two-hour speedboat ride and then a fifteen-mile journey by land.

The spirit puppet can fly into the clouds and mist in just a moment.

When the innate warrior saw that the terrifying immortal finally disappeared again, he returned to the secluded courtyard in the fishing village with an uneasy mood.

A child less than three feet tall ran out from the yard, calling out "Grandpa" in a daze.

The old man stroked his great-grandson's head, his mind wandering.

Even though the immortal had left for a long time, he still didn't dare to move.

On the third day, the innate warrior knocked on the bedroom wall tremblingly.

Only to find that it was already empty and the evil cultivation technique hidden inside had disappeared.