The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 189 The Power of the Golden Turtle
Seeing the profound fisherman's performance, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"Fellow Daoist, the person who just passed by was..."

Seeing the younger generation brought by the old senior asking this question, the fisherman explained softly:
"Fellow Daoist, you don't have to be afraid of that thing. It's just a kid who has learned some magic and is floating around all day showing off his abilities."

"The reason why I took two fellow Taoists with me to avoid him was mainly to avoid too much conflict with him."

When he said this, the fisherman paused, then took the fish basket in his hand and walked downstream:

"That young man just thought that he had mastered the art of treading waves and was already a great overlord on the Yangtze River. He was stirring up trouble all day long and recruiting disciples to become his master."

"In addition, the times are changing nowadays. No one knows if you will become the one who sticks out and gets hit after you show your head."

"So, let's just leave this young man to play with water in the upper and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, not knowing that there are countless masters in this world."

When he said this, the fisherman glanced at Uncle Jiu, then laughed softly and said:

"I think Fellow Daoist Yimei's ability is much higher than that young man who just walked on the waves and water!"

At the end of his speech, the fisherman praised Uncle Jiu, which made Qiu Sheng next to him feel honored.

After all, who doesn’t like compliments?
Seeing the fisherman holding the fish basket and walking downstream, Uncle Jiu seemed to understand something and nodded slightly:

"It seems that this is where the problem lies..."

Thinking of this, he glanced at Qiu Sheng who was looking at the river as if he was fishing for crabs, then slapped him again and led him to follow the fisherman:
"Don't play there anymore, go back quickly. If you go back too late, you might not be able to enjoy this grand banquet."

Qiu Sheng was a little curious just now, but after being slapped by Uncle Jiu, he seemed to react:
"Yes, yes, yes. No matter what you do, you can't delay eating and drinking. Besides, it looks like this is a dragon seed."

"If this happened in myths and legends, a turtle with dragon blood would have become a prime minister or a general, right?"

During this period of time, through Uncle Jiu's words and deeds, he also knew what dragon seeds were.

To put it more broadly, anything with a dragon shape and dragon aura can be called a dragon species.

The "shape" here can be said to be an image.

In other words, as long as you have spirituality, even if you are a mud or wooden dragon coiled on a pillar in a temple, you can still be called a dragon seed.

These all have the potential to transform into dragons.

As for those that are closer, it is the bloodline left behind by real giant dragons and pythons, great monsters that have mastered the art of Taoism.

Just like the golden little turtle in the fisherman's hand, he was a dragon seed that was transformed from dragon blood.

Don't look at this little bastard.

But just relying on this palm-sized little turtle, the fisherman was forced to take a backup plan and use his magic power and magical weapons to deal with it.

Besides, don't forget what he said before.

The fisherman didn't just come and catch fish, but he had been squatting here for a long time before taking this opportunity to show off his prowess in front of others.

From this we can see how terrifying the dragon species is.

After all, as the fisherman said, this is a demon who has practiced cultivation and is the real bully of the Yangtze River.

It is no longer the same as ordinary fish and shrimp.

Looking at the fisherman in front, who is so proud of himself, carrying a basket on his back and looks like he is returning triumphantly.

Uncle Jiu nodded, and then seemed a little surprised:
"I have lived for so long, but I have never even seen a dragon species like this one that has a golden body and has cultivated to such a high level, let alone eating one."

"It's just as Uncle Seven said. After I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely travel all over the country and all over the nine provinces."

"No wonder Uncle Seventh always looks so nonchalant and doesn't take anything seriously."

"He has really eaten and seen all of these before, and they are no longer considered new to him."

Qiu Sheng’s cultivation level was low and he couldn’t feel the power of the little golden turtle. He only knew that it was a real dragon.

But as his Taoism continued to improve.

Although he did not step out of the Fayou Yuanling, he had already had a vague sense of it.

Just like this turtle.

Although this turtle cannot speak and cannot be considered a big monster, it is still a very spiritual monster.

If the turtle falls into the water, even his Maoshan master would suffer a great loss.

That is, in the Yangtze River.

If this species of dragon were to swim into an ordinary river, it might be able to obtain an official enshrinement as the Dragon King and receive offerings from countless boatmen on the shore.

Several people returned home together.

During the whole journey, the fisherman never stopped smiling.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

As they continued to walk downstream, Uncle Jiu vaguely felt that the water vapor gathered by the Yangtze River was a little too much.

Feeling the gathering of water vapor, the fisherman seemed very natural and just patted the fish basket in his hand lightly:
"Don't do evil, be honest!"

As he slapped the fish basket, it seemed as if some magical power was stirring inside, making the golden turtle dizzy.

All of a sudden, all the clouds, rain, and water vapor that had just gathered together now dispersed.

Even when the mist dissipated, even Qiu Sheng, who had the lowest level of Taoism, could sense it:

“…Hey, what’s going on?”

As the water vapor dissipated, the mist fell and covered everyone in dew.

The old fisherman who had just cast a spell and knocked out the dragon-type golden tortoise smiled lightly at this moment, looking very meaningful:
"This Taoist friend has just come to the Yangtze River and does not know the magical power of the dragon seed."

"Don't think that I used a trick and cast a spell to catch this dragon, but after practicing for so long, this guy is very powerful."

When he said this, the fisherman paused for a moment, then glanced around as if he remembered the identities of the two people.

For a moment, the tone was somewhat intimate:
"Don't underestimate me because I am less than eight feet tall and not as good as the legendary warriors."

"But I have cultivated extraordinary skills, and my hands have a thousand pounds of strength. I can lift nine tripods, and I am not afraid of even the most insignificant magic. I am considered a master in the current cultivation world."

"But even so, I suffered a great loss at the hands of this evil beast. He almost blinded me."

When he said this, he slightly revealed the scar on his face to Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng.

Take a closer look.

All I could see was three small claw marks on his closed eyelids.

It’s almost eye-catching!

"Hiss..."×2
Seeing this, Qiu Sheng and Jiu Shu both couldn't help but gasp.

Looking at this horrific injury, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved:

"Luckily I didn't touch it out of curiosity, otherwise, I'm afraid it would have been disfigured."

"This dragon is really vicious, hitting the vital points, even more insidious than those martial artists!" After seeing the injuries of the fisherman, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh:
"Fellow Daoist, you have such magical powers, yet you were still injured by it. It seems that I still underestimated the extraordinaryness of this dragon species!"

Although he had guessed it before, he couldn't help but be shocked when he actually heard the fisherman tell the truth.

This tremendous force is truly extraordinary.

Although the flesh-and-blood martial arts and Taoism belong to the same school but different branches, with this level of skill, this fisherman is worthy of being called a great martial artist.

If you go one step further.

I'm afraid that this fisherman can really establish his own school, gather his energy into a powerful force, and become a martial arts master who is as famous as Fa You Yuan Ling.

Putting aside other things, if the two sides really fight, within a few feet, the mage will definitely suffer a great loss in front of the martial arts master.

Being able to hurt the fisherman with such tremendous strength like this, the power of this dragon species is even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Seeing the performance of these two people, the fisherman also seemed a little frightened:
"My two Taoist friends may not know that at that time, I had just mastered my special skills. I should have been able to travel all over the world when I took advantage of my sufficient Taoist practice."

"But I ended up here on the bank of the Yangtze River, and I was nearly crippled by a golden tortoise."

"After that, I practiced near the Yangtze River, sometimes training fish and sometimes fishing."

"Over the years, I have eaten a lot of dragon seeds, so my Taoism has improved greatly. It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

When he said this, the fisherman patted the fish basket in his hand seriously, and then said:
"Unfortunately, all I have gotten over the years are ordinary dragons. This golden turtle is an old enemy of mine."

"If I hadn't been laying bait here for several years, I'm afraid this cunning old thing might not have shown up."

"Don't underestimate this thing because it looks small. In fact, this old thing has been practicing near the Yangtze River for decades. During this time, I don't know how many dragon seeds it has eaten."

"Just like the fog here, if it's close to rain, this dragon species can really stir up a rainstorm and do some evil things!"

Hearing what the fisherman said, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but glance at his fish basket subconsciously:
"Being able to call the wind and rain in this era, I'm afraid that the power of this golden tortoise dragon species is already immeasurable..."

Just at this time.

The crowd was approaching the house.

Seeing Song Feng sitting at the table to rest, the fisherman ran over and opened the fish basket in his hand as if offering a treasure:

"Look, senior! I caught this old guy who was causing trouble on the Yangtze River!"

"We will have a big banquet at noon tomorrow, just like the Queen Mother in heaven, and eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow to broaden our horizons!"

Looking at the little golden turtles climbing up in the fish basket, Song Feng nodded slightly, then said softly:
"After so many years here, you finally caught this thing. You can be considered to have accomplished a great deed."

"But please hold it at a distance. I am not like you, the martial arts practitioners who have cultivated an indestructible body and have a body of steel."

"If this thing jumps out, I'm afraid my old arms and legs really won't be able to withstand its torture..."

When the fisherman first heard Song Feng's praise, he seemed very happy.

But when he heard the rest, he put away the fish basket a little embarrassedly, and it seemed that he just realized it:

"I have been wasting my time. Please take a rest for a while. I will pack up all the things and present them to you."

When he said this, he went straight into the house and took out a thing that was as thick as a finger and looked like a large axe for chopping wood.

After getting the big hatchet, the fisherman found a wooden board and placed it in the yard.

The courtyard is not big, and you can just see the fisherman's actions from inside the house, so you can see it for yourself.

Looking at the fish basket in his hand, the fisherman chuckled at first, and then reached into the fish basket with great satisfaction:
"Old man, you finally fell into my hands. Now we have to avenge our grievances and settle our grievances."

When he said this, he reached into the fish basket and took out the golden turtle.

"Clang clang clang!"

Three dull sounds were heard.

Then, the golden turtle was seen hitting the fisherman with its head, trying to make him let go so that it could escape.

It seems to be really powerful.

Qiu Sheng couldn't imagine how such a small thing could have such great power.
"… Decide it for me!"

After catching the dragon, the fisherman placed it on the table and slapped its shell hard with the back of his knife:
"Clang!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded.

It's like the collision of metal and iron.

Qiu Sheng, who was curious and wanted to join in the fun, subconsciously took a half step back:
“…This shell is ridiculously hard!”

Being able to contend with gold and iron, what kind of dragon creature is this?

This is too scary.

Seeing Qiu Sheng subconsciously taking a step back, the fisherman chuckled and then said nonchalantly:
"Fellow Daoist, help me hold the bowl, and don't be afraid. This old thing will have no chance of escaping if it falls into my hands."

"Let us eat and drink to our heart's content today. It will serve as a pre-departure encouragement and boost our morale!"

Hearing what the fisherman said, Qiu Sheng took a porcelain bowl from the side and then carefully approached the fisherman.

Seeing this, the fisherman grabbed the dragon fiercely, and then lightly scratched its neck:
Sonorous!

Fire suddenly burst out.

For a moment, there was nothing I could do about it.

Seeing this, the fisherman who had just spoken so arrogantly was a little embarrassed for a moment:

"Haha...let me try again!"

When he said this, he suddenly took a breath:

"Gudu!"

The sound is like thunder and like a cicada swallowing clouds.

For a moment, the entire courtyard seemed to shake for a moment.

Rumble~
It was as if all the clouds in the yard were swallowed into its mouth and refined into strength:
"Ah!"

The next moment, he stopped using the hatchet and instead made a light stroke with his finger:
"Pfft..."

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng hurriedly moved the small bowl forward and collected the dripping blood into the bowl.

Take a closer look.

All you can see is that although the blood is generally red, there seem to be faint strands of gold.

It doesn't look like smelly blood.

Instead, it feels like beautiful golden agate jade with a fresh scent!
Seeing this old man fishing like a cicada swallowing clouds, swallowing up the clouds in the courtyard, Uncle Jiu cheered:
"Fellow Daoist, please practice!"

(End of this chapter)