Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Without waiting for his answer, the other party introduced in a familiar manner: "The market in the west of the city has the freshest black ice sea urchins, and the cliff in the north of the city is suitable for absorbing the spiritual energy of the moon tide. If you want to buy magic tools..."

Before he finished speaking, cheers suddenly broke out from the corner of the street.

Jiang Qiong looked in the direction of the sound and saw dozens of monks gathered in a circle. In the center, a silver-haired monk was performing a water-based magic.

The coral staff tapped the ground lightly, and a complete underwater world emerged in the blue light: a giant octopus waving its tentacles studded with pearls, a seahorse covered in glazed glass carrying glowing seaweed, and the most amazing thing was the phantom with three heads and six arms, each of which held a different magical tool, changing shape as the magic flowed.

When the setting sun dyed the sea surface amber, Jiang Qiong finally arrived at the beach.

The amethyst sand under his feet was as fine as powder, and each grain of sand sealed a miniature vortex, making a slight sound like wind chimes when he walked past.

The practitioners on the floating island in the distance were practicing sword formations. Seventy-two sword lights intertwined into a giant fishing net, trapping the inky sea beast that was trying to escape in the center.

Suddenly, a sword light split the sea surface, bringing out a water dragon dozens of feet high, which exploded in the air into a star rain.

"What a beautiful swordsmanship!" Jiang Qiong admired sincerely.

There was a chuckle beside me, and the blue-skirted female cultivator appeared again, holding two cups of cold spiritual drinks in her hands: "That's the young master of the Zhao family taking the test, but compared to the real sea beast hunting, this is just child's play.

"She pointed at the dark shadow looming at the junction of the sea and the sky, "On the full moon night three days from now, the City Lord's Mansion will organize a hunt for deep-sea demon whales. At that time..."

The voice was interrupted by a roar.

A hundred meters away in the shallows, the green-robed monk was fighting fiercely with an octopus monster. The monster's tentacles were covered with metallic scales, and every time it swung, it made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The blue sword of the green-robed monk suddenly burst into ice crystals, and the sea water instantly solidified wherever it passed. Taking advantage of the moment when the ice surface jumped up, ancient whale patterns appeared on the sword and pierced fiercely into the left eye of the monster.

Jiang Qiong stared with bated breath, and noticed that what was flowing out of the monster's wound was not blood, but black mucus with a foul odor.

What's even more bizarre is that after the mucus came into contact with sea water, it turned into small tentacles that tried to wrap around the monks' ankles.

The green-robed monk snorted coldly, pointed his sword and drew a circle in the air. Countless ice cones fell from the sky, freezing the entire sea into a dazzling ice sculpture.

As the night deepened, Jiang Qiong lay on the shell bed in Haiyun Pavilion, listening to the sound of the tide coming from outside the window.

The luminous conch placed on the bedside suddenly hummed, and a line of light green text appeared: "Tomorrow at noon, at the south city pier, those who are destined can go there."

He stroked the undried water marks on the jade slip. The moonlight outside the window fell on the tassel of the soft sword, emitting the same faint light as the purple crystal sand during the day.

This island city full of unknowns obviously hides secrets far more shocking than what is on the surface.

Jiang Qiong tightly grasped the sword at his waist and decided to start with tomorrow's mysterious invitation to explore what kind of opportunity for cultivating immortals is hidden deep in the Cangming City.

At noon the next day, the morning light poured down on the southern pier of Cangming City like molten gold. The mist was dyed amber and slowly dissipated with the sea breeze.

The dock was already bustling with people. Monks were hurriedly carrying fishing gear engraved with runes. The spiritual energy vortexes created by the spirit boats taking off and landing were interacting with the waves.

The air is filled with salty sea mist, mixed with the fragrance of herbs drying on the stalls, interweaving into a unique urban atmosphere.

Jiang Qiong was walking through the bustling crowd when her eyes were suddenly caught by a fishing boat moored at berth number three.

The hull was streamlined, and the dark brown surface of the pittosporum wood had a warm luster. The fine wood grain was layered like dragon scales, and a strange halo was flowing in the sun.

The bow of the ship is carved with a lifelike black turtle head, and the turtle's eyes are inlaid with two emerald sea soul stones, as if it will come alive at any time;
The stern of the ship is shaped like a fish tail, and the luminous pearls inlaid on the tail fin sparkle with a faint blue light in the morning light, reflecting the surrounding sea water into a deep indigo color.

On the deck, an old man was hunching over, mending a fishing net. His calloused hands deftly moved between the vines, and every knot was tied as tight as iron.

The old man was about sixty years old. His bronze skin was carved with wrinkles by the sea breeze and the scorching sun, but it revealed a toughness that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The gray hair was casually tied behind the head with a hemp rope, with a few strands of silver hanging down, gently fluttering in the sea breeze.

He was wearing a patchwork coarse linen shirt. The corners of his shirt and trouser legs were wrinkled by the sea water and stained with bits of seaweed. The pair of straw sandals woven with seaweed on his feet gave off a faint salty smell, and there were even a few tiny shells embedded in the soles.

Jiang Qiong stepped forward and saluted, "Sorry to bother you, old man, but is this boat yours?"

The old man raised his head, a trace of vigilance flashed in his turbid eyes, but when he saw the soft sword at Jiang Qiong's waist and his humble expression, he regained his composure.

He grinned, revealing a few broken teeth, and said in a hoarse but enthusiastic voice: "Yes, brother, are you here to fish too?"

"To be honest, I'm new here and I'm quite curious about the things on the sea. I wonder if you can take me out to sea with you, old man?"

Jiang Qiong took out a jade slip from his bosom and said, "As a reward, I'll give you this jade slip that records several water-related spells. I hope you'll accept it."

The old man took the jade slip and glanced at it. His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up: "Good fellow! This 'Green Water Condensing Light Technique' is a long-lost secret technique! Well, for your sincerity, let's get on board! But let me be frank, the sea is dangerous. If anything happens, don't blame me for not warning you."

Jiang Qiong was overjoyed, thanked him immediately, and jumped onto the fishing boat. The old man untied the rope, muttered something, and slapped the side of the boat heavily with his calloused hands.

In an instant, the runes on the bottom of the boat lit up with a faint blue light, and an invisible force lifted the fishing boat and rushed into the deep sea like an arrow.

Jiang Qiong was surprised to find that where the boat was sailing, the waves automatically parted to form crystal clear water walls on both sides, with very little splashing of waves.

"My boat is made of thirty-year-old sea toon wood, and I asked the city's formation master to carve the double formations of 'Breaking Waves' and 'Stopping Winds'."

The old man introduced while steering the boat, "Walking on the sea is much more stable than the flying swords of those cultivators. Even if you encounter a force 10 storm, you can be kept safe."

The fishing boat sailed farther and farther away, and the outline of Cangming City gradually turned into a silhouette on the skyline.

All around was the endless blue sea and sky. Occasionally, a glowing flying fish would leap out of the water, drawing a graceful arc in the air. The old man took out two fishing nets from the cabin and handed one to Jiang Qiong: "Learn this. Casting a net requires skill."

After saying that, the old man walked to the side of the boat, took a deep breath, gathered strength with his arms like a bow, and suddenly threw the fishing net into the sea.

The fishing net drew a graceful arc in the air, like a full moon, firmly covering the water surface, startling a group of silver fish.

Jiang Qiong followed suit, imitating the old man's movements and throwing out the fishing net. However, he failed to control the strength and angle well, and the fishing net fell into the water crookedly, and the splashing water almost splashed on his face.

The old man didn't care. He smiled and instructed: "You need to be flexible with your wrists, use your waist and abdomen to exert strength, and use the inertia of the boat to try again!"

With the old man's patient guidance, Jiang Qiong gradually mastered the trick. When she cast the fishing net for the third time, it stretched out like a full moon, accurately covering an area densely populated by fish.

When he was pulling in the net, he could feel that it was heavy, and it seemed that he had caught a lot. As the net gradually emerged from the water, various sea fish were tumbling and jumping in the net, and there were also a few crabs with bared teeth and claws waving their big claws.

"Not bad, it's a good seedling!" The old man nodded approvingly and began to collect his fishing nets.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiong felt the fishing net in his hand shaking violently, and a strong pulling force came, almost pulling him into the water.

His face changed drastically, and he quickly practiced Qian Yan Gong Fa. His feet were nailed firmly to the deck, and his hands tightly grasped the fishing net, while his spiritual power flowed into the fishing net through his arms.

Seeing this, the old man immediately put down the fishing net in his hand, pulled out a paddle engraved with runes from his waist, and rushed over to help.

"Be careful, we're up against a big one!" the old man shouted, "Hold steady, don't pull hard, follow its force!"

The two worked together and the fishing net finally emerged from the water. A giant lobster half a person's height appeared before their eyes, its dark red shell glowing like metal, its two huge claws flashing coldly and waving non-stop.

The giant lobster's eyes were as big as lanterns, staring fiercely at Jiang Qiong and the old man. It made a "cracking" sound from its mouth, and the bubbles it sprayed out exploded on the sea surface.

"Haha, this is a 'Blood Claw Lobster', it has delicious meat and abundant spiritual power, it can be sold for a lot of spiritual stones!" the old man said excitedly, "But be careful, its claws can easily break fine iron!"

Before Jiang Qiong had time to be happy, she suddenly discovered a sparkle of crystal white on the edge of the fishing net.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a transparent shrimp with a faint blue glow on its body. There was a crown-like bulge on its head, emitting a soft light.

The shrimp's tentacles swayed gently, and with each sway, ripples appeared in the surrounding blue sea water. Wherever it passed, small fish and shrimps avoided it.

“Spirit shrimp! It’s actually a spirit shrimp!” The old man’s voice was trembling. “This is a rare treasure. The spiritual energy contained in the spirit shrimp is extremely pure and is of great benefit to cultivators. Even the City Lord’s Mansion will pay a high price for it!”

Jiang Qiong carefully took the shrimp out of the fishing net and put it into a jade bottle filled with spiritual water. The shrimp swam freely in the jade bottle, and with a slight swing of its tail, it sprayed out a string of crystal bubbles, which turned into miniature lotus flowers as they floated up.

On this day, Jiang Qiong and the old man had a fruitful harvest.

As the sun sets, the fishing boats return with full loads, and the cabins are piled with all kinds of seafood. The blood-clawed lobster is locked up alone in a special rune cage, still struggling.

Back at the dock, Jiang Qiong and the old man took their catch to the market to sell. Once the blood claw lobster and spirit shrimp were on display, they immediately attracted the attention of many monks.

A cultivator wearing a moon-colored brocade robe offered thirty mid-grade spirit stones to buy a blood-claw lobster, but it was snatched away by a female cultivator wearing a coral crown for fifty spirit stones.

The spirit shrimp triggered a fierce bidding war and was eventually bought by a manager of the City Lord's Mansion at the sky-high price of three hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

Jiang Qiong was given a total of eighty mid-grade spirit stones, which surprised him greatly.

Just as Jiang Qiong was about to leave, five ferocious monks blocked his way.

The leading monk was a burly man with a face full of flesh and a hideous scar on his left eye. He wore a stained black leather jacket and had a rusty sword hanging around his waist. The scabbard was engraved with some strange runes, and dark red bloodstains remained between the gaps between the runes.

"Boy, I heard that you caught some spiritual shrimp today and sold them for a lot of spiritual stones?" The scarred monk smiled sinisterly, his eyes full of greed. "My brothers and I are a little short of money recently. Why don't you hand over the spiritual stones and we can be friends?"

Jiang Qiong's face darkened, and he tightened his grip on the soft sword at his waist, saying coldly: "If you want the spirit stone, go get it yourself!"

"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to drink a forfeit!" The scarred monk's face suddenly changed. He drew out his sword and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. "Brothers, come on, grab the spirit stone from this kid and teach him a lesson!"

Before he finished speaking, four men had already taken out their magic weapons and rushed over. One of them threw out a chain, the iron hook at the end of the chain glowed with a dark green light, obviously poisoned;
Another person made seals with his hands, and suddenly several sharp bone spurs sprang out from the ground; the other two people respectively sacrificed a black flying knife and a bronze mirror, and a dazzling white light shot out from the bronze mirror, piercing Jiang Qiong's eyes.

Jiang Qiong's figure flashed, and he used the skills he learned when he broke through Lingyun Pavilion, shuttling through the swords and shadows like a ghost.

The soft sword was unsheathed, and a faint golden glow appeared on the sword. It was the "Golden Wind Demon-Breaking Sword" activated by Qian Yan's martial arts.

The sword flashed, the chain broke, and the iron hook fell into the sea. Jiang Qiong touched the ground with his toes, jumped into the air, dodged the attack of the bone spur, and swung out three sword energies at the same time, knocking the black flying knife away.

Seeing this, the scarred monk roared, and a blue flame ignited on his sword, and he chopped down at Jiang Qiong's head.

Jiang Qiong's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, while the spiritual energy in his body circulated frantically: "Thousand Evolutions of Green Water Connecting the Sky!" A huge curtain of water shot up into the sky and collided with the flaming sword with a loud bang. The gusts of air that were stirred up overturned the surrounding stalls, and the sea water turned into a rain curtain that fell from the sky.

The battle became more intense, and Jiang Qiong gradually felt that his spiritual power was consumed greatly. At this moment, a familiar figure rushed into the battlefield. It was the old man who took him out to sea.

The paddle rune in the old man's hand glowed brightly, and turned into a huge wooden dragon, knocking the two monks away. "Boy, I'll help you!" the old man shouted, his eyes flashing with a sharp light that was completely different from that in the daytime.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the scarred monk grinned and said, "Lucky for you. Don't let me run into you again next time!" Then he fled with his men. Jiang Qiong was about to chase them, but was stopped by the old man: "Don't chase poor enemies. There are powerful forces behind these people. Go back to my house and rest first."

Jiang Qiong then discovered that the old man's hands were trembling slightly, and it was obvious that the spell he had just cast consumed a lot of energy.

He was moved and helped the old man walk deeper into the dock.

The setting sun stretched the figures of the two people very long, leaving two long shadows on the ground. (End of this chapter)