From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 45 The Ancients
"Wow!"

The ramie fishing net swirled and spread onto the water surface. The stream water rushed out from the gaps in the ropes, rippling the green waves. Chen Xuan's shadow had long disappeared.

"Slippery people from later generations..."

The old fisherman sneered, holding a harpoon, and leaned his upper body out of the black boat. His gloomy eyes under his straw hat scanned the deep blue stream, but he could see nothing.

The black-padded boat sways gently.

Chen Xuan climbed onto the side of the boat with both hands, moving slowly and silently, climbing onto the boat from the other side.

"Humph!"

The old fisherman snorted coldly, as if he had an eye on his back. He held the sharp harpoon upside down in both hands and stabbed it suddenly in the back.

"brush!"

Chen Xuan quickly turned his head, and the sharp harpoon passed by his cheek, cutting a line of blood. A drop of blood dripped down the wound. In an instant, he grabbed the harpoon shaft, used the force to climb onto the boat, and dived forward.

"Did you really think I couldn't hear the sound of people climbing onto the boat?"

The old fisherman turned around, his face like an angry lion, and the harpoon in his hand swept out like black thunder. The whistling sound of it breaking through the air exploded in Chen Xuan's ears, making his hair stand on end in an instant.

Speed, too fast.

The force is too strong!
"Boom!"

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth, only able to let the white energy linger around his arms. He blocked it with his arms horizontally, but his body was hit by the harpoon pole, and the upper half of the wooden boat was directly flattened, wood chips flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Third metamorphosis..."

Chen Xuan fell to the stern of the boat and knelt on one knee to steady himself. His arm, which was wrapped in white Qi, was broken and drooping, and his waist and abdomen, which had been squeezed by huge force, were in unbearable pain.

What just erupted from the harpoon in an instant was a tremendous force of nearly 30,000 kilograms!
You should know that Chen Xuan's physique is rare in Chiya City in a hundred years, but his single metamorphosis strength is only 8,000 kilograms. Even if he reaches the peak limit of the metamorphosis realm in the future, he will only have 24,000 kilograms of strength.

But at this moment, an ordinary old fisherman encountered in the Peach Blossom Spring had a strength of nearly 30,000 pounds.

Such talent can only be found in a few places not only in Chiya City but also in the entire ancient Chu State!
"Metamorphosis? Ha, that's a path only inferior humans would take."

The old fisherman sneered, his words revealing his disdain and contempt for the Qigong practitioner.

He stood there leaning on a harpoon, wearing ancient linen clothes and straw sandals. He was clearly very old, skinny and withered, even his spine was bent from old age, but there was a surging energy and blood flowing in his body, like a continuously burning furnace.

"Ancient, you are an ancient!"

In the messy cabin, a shrill cry came from a fiery red fox tied up with hemp ropes.

The fiery red fox was more than one meter long, its fur as soft and shiny as flames. At this moment, it was tied up like a dumpling, with its pointed head tilted back and a look of horror. It was the same fox Chen Xuan had seen before coming to Taohuayuan.

"In the ancient mountain and sea era, some strong ancient people parted ways with the ancient Qi practitioners and took a completely opposite path. They did not practice Qi, but relied solely on their physical fitness. After reaching adulthood, they had a strength of 30,000 kilograms."

The fiery red fox demon yelled, kindly reminding Chen Xuan that he was no match for the ancients and to run away quickly. Once caught, the consequences would be serious and he would be stranded in the Peach Blossom Spring forever.

"Ancient Qi practitioners? Back then, they were just weaklings kept in pens by us, treated like slaves."

The old fisherman laughed sarcastically, then suddenly kicked the chattering fire fox: "Shut up, you little monster, you have forgotten your roots. Have you forgotten that the blood of the ancient mountain god flows in your body?"

"Cough cough!"

The fiery red fox bent over, taking a heavy blow and coughing up blood. "The ancient mountain gods died long ago, and times have changed..."

The old fisherman said angrily, "It's just right that the Qi practitioners have more strength to plow the fields and grind the millstones, so they can do more work."

"Old fisherman, you've said so much, I think you have hatred in your heart?"

Chen Xuan stood up from the ground and shook his arms. The green energy had straightened the broken bones and reshaped his tendons.

"What hatred?"

The old fisherman had a sinister look in his eyes, gripped his harpoon tightly, and uttered a few cold words.

"I hate that I can't cultivate Qi!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xuan swooped down, breaking all the wooden boards where he landed. His two long sleeves fluttered backwards, and his scattered long hair danced in the wind, with water droplets flowing back along the ends of his hair.

The cyan-gold immortal energy spread out along the surface of the body, outlining a rapidly moving golden outline, with the clothes fluttering and the light overflowing.

Huangliang Qi!
"You, you are looking for death!" The old fisherman was furious. He also rushed forward, raised his harpoon and stabbed it fiercely. Suddenly, his eyes lost focus and he staggered forward.

It seems as if you can smell the fragrance of ears of grain in your mouth and nose. The endless golden seedlings are full and mature. The autumn wind is blowing, and it is a good time to sleep.

The old fisherman vaguely saw his younger self running in the fields, sitting alone in front of his ancestors listening to sutras, his youth fishing in the river, capturing those who had entered the Peach Blossom Spring and keeping them in captivity, treating the men as livestock and the women for reproduction, and in his old age...

The past is rolling, and half a lifetime of experiences comes flooding back to my mind...

"Buzz!"

Chen Xuan grabbed the old fisherman's face and pulled him down, then with a powerful knee strike, he lifted his entire iron-hard body into the air. He raised his other hand, and the immortal energy floating on his body gathered into his fist like tens of millions of blue-gold threads, forming a huge vortex.

"Bang! Bang!"

After several consecutive punches, the old fisherman's chest was smashed into pieces, his bones and tendons were broken, and he flew backwards and fell to the edge of the bow.
"Ahem!"

He suddenly woke up from the severe pain, spitting out blood, and screamed in fear: "What kind of immortal qi is this? I have never seen it before!"

Over the past few decades, the Peach Blossom Spring has been opened more than once. He was very familiar with the immortal energy of the Qi practitioners who came in and had been on guard against it for a long time. But what appeared before his eyes at this moment was a special immortal energy that he had never seen before. It was hard to guard against and it was so strange and terrifying.

The old fisherman only had a slight contact with it, and his soul immediately fell into the quagmire of past events, unable to extricate himself!

"brush!"

Chen Xuan didn't answer at all. He pointed his toes, picked up the harpoon that fell on the ground, made a sharp dance with the harpoon, and threw it out suddenly. The harpoon penetrated the layers of decks and nailed the dying old fisherman firmly to the boat.

"What does this immortal qi have to do with a dead person like you?"

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, and then quickly searched the entire shabby boat and the old fisherman.

The old fisherman went out fishing, with no treasures on him, but a harpoon that was not made of ordinary iron. It was very heavy in the hand and dozens of times tougher than the weapons of the ancient Chu State. Chen Xuan thought it could be used as a handy weapon temporarily, so he put it away.

"The harpoon is an antique. If you take it out of the Peach Blossom Spring, it will shed its dust and become a peerless harpoon."

The fiery red fox rushed out of the cabin, having already bitten through the hemp rope. She was very polite, like a scholar among humans. She bowed twice to Chen Xuan and said:

"Thank you for saving me, Master Qi. My name is Bai Zi, and I will repay you for saving my life..."

Chen Xuan looked down at the fiery red fox. The fox was very smart, with a firm wet little nose, red-black eyes full of spirit, blush on both sides of the cheeks, and fur that was well-groomed and smooth. It was obviously a clean little fox.

The fiery red fox ran to the side of the boat, picked up the fishing net with its two small hands, folded it carefully, and held it at Chen Xuan's feet like a treasure, saying happily:

"Qi practitioner, this is also a precious antique. Little Fox will keep it for you!"

Chen Xuan stared at the attentive little fox, feeling both amused and helpless. He knew that the little fox was afraid that he would kill her, so she kept showing a docile and submissive attitude.

"A rowing club?"

"Ah, this, that, the little fox is very smart and can learn it in no time."

The fiery red fox quickly picked up the oar on the ground. The oar was half a meter taller than her. She staggered to the stern and began to row. Her face was full of serious joy.

The water ripples and the boat moves slowly forward.

……

Fields crisscross the wilderness on both sides of the stream.

"boom!"

An ancient farmer with a ferocious look on his face swung his hoe and knocked the Qigong practitioner to the ground. A big hole appeared in his head and red and white blood flowed all over the ground.

"Men and women, separate into two lines. Follow me... Men will be livestock and women will be brides. This year, our ancestors will definitely give birth to a Qi-cultivating seed!"

The hawk soared in the sky, the ancient hunter blew the whistle, then stretched the bowstring to the full moon, and the arrow flew towards the crowd in the distance.

"The gaze of our ancestors has been watching this ancient land for thousands of years..."

"..."

Countless ant-like figures, either voluntarily or forced, were moving forward.

On the distant mountains, pink peach trees stretch endlessly, and smoke curls up from the village, making it look like a scene in a painting.

(End of this chapter)