Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 39 A Glimmer of Hope

"It's over!" 』

Upon seeing this, Chen Beiwu's mood instantly plummeted.

He was well-versed in all kinds of books, so he naturally knew how valuable the blood of the Demon King was. It was a treasure that even demon generals of the third realm (Golden Core True Persons) coveted but could not obtain.

Faced with such temptation, the attitude of the alien spirit turtle would most likely change.

Could it be that he's going to miss out on the Golden Legend?

"It has to succeed." Lin Xinghe's fingers, hidden under his sleeve, clenched so tightly they turned white.

He was not his grandfather's only grandson.

He paid a huge price that most people could not imagine in order to obtain this great opportunity.

If he fails to subdue the alien spirit turtle, his status in the Cold Domain Lin family will be devastated.

As time ticked by, Guan Ange nervously swallowed.

Failure is certainly hateful, but the success of others is even more distressing.

Both being second-generation cultivators, Guan Ange didn't want to see Lin Xinghe soar to great heights, as that would drive him mad with envy.

It's no exaggeration to say that, besides Chen Beiwu, he was the cultivator who least wanted Lin Xinghe to succeed.

Under Lin Xinghe's expectant gaze, the alien spirit turtle raised its head and leaned forward unconsciously, as if it wanted to observe the demon king's blood up close.

Sensing the demonic blood energy within the box, the hesitation in the spirit turtle's eyes vanished completely.

It was so close!

The essence of the Demon King contains immortal blood and immortal energy, which is the foundation of a fourth-realm Demon King.

A third-realm demon general, with the aid of immortal blood, can break through the shackles of bloodline in a short time, allowing his bloodline to sublimate and transform into that of a fourth-order mystic beast.

A demon general who has reached the third realm of perfection can use the immortal energy to hone his skills and has the opportunity to condense his own immortal blood and immortal energy, break through his cultivation to more than a thousand years, and attempt to advance to the fourth realm of demon king, becoming the king of all demons who rules over a region.

If Lin Xinghe could offer such a precious bargaining chip as the essence blood of a demon king, it could abandon the elusive destined person and choose to acknowledge and submit to him. But what the other party offered was the blood of a demon king with incomplete energy.

The blood of the demon king and the essence of the demon king may seem to differ by only one character, but the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

The blood of a fourth-realm demon king can only greatly advance the cultivation of a third-realm demon general, but cannot elevate their bloodline or allow them to break through their realm.

Not to mention, it can awaken the alien bloodline within its body, allowing it to revert to its ancestral form and restore the glory of the Northern Darkness Black Tortoise.

The alien spirit turtle shook its head with a pained expression.

Lin Xinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the surrounding water seemed to be stirred by an invisible force.

The next second, he gently shook the green folding wooden fan in his hand, and his expression returned to calm.

"Since you are unwilling, then let's drop the matter."

After saying that, Lin Xinghe calmly turned around, his steps still composed.

But the uncontrollable fluctuations in his spiritual consciousness just now had already revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Seeing this, Guan Ange's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and he applauded wildly in his heart.

Lin Xinghe was usually arrogant and looked down on the second-generation cultivators of the Meteor Dragon Mansion.

Seeing the other party suffer a setback, he felt incredibly satisfied, but he had to maintain the dignity of a second-generation cultivator and couldn't laugh out loud.

Chen Beiwu also fell silent, a hint of unease creeping into his heart.

Even the blood of a fourth-level demon king couldn't gain the approval of the alien spirit turtle, so its requirements for destiny must be ridiculously high, far beyond what ordinary geniuses can meet.

Is his destiny truly sufficient?

"Fellow Daoist, you can go up and give it a try. You might succeed." Afraid of laughing out loud, Guan Ange quickly turned his attention to Chen Beiwu.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinghe stopped in his tracks, his gaze passing over Chen Beiwu and looking at Guan Ange, his eyes revealing an unfathomable chill.

He's holding back a lot of anger right now.

The exotic spirit turtle holds a special position in the Dongxuan Immortal Sect; not only him, but even his grandfather cannot afford to offend it.

However, a second-generation cultivator from a remote prefecture is not enough to make Lin Xinghe wary.

After noting this down, Lin Xinghe boarded a flying boat, broke through the lake water, and transformed into a rainbow of light, leaving the bottom of Sihai Lake.

The water spirit turtle raised its head dejectedly.

It was heartbroken to have missed out on such a treasure as the blood of the Demon King.

To relieve its mood, it decided to binge eat.

"boom!"

With a thought, the spiritual energy of the water in the vicinity surged, and a miniature water realm gradually appeared above its shell.

This watery area, roughly ten feet in diameter, forms its own world.

Its interior is rich in spiritual energy, with rippling water, and is home to hundreds of rare spiritual fish that are rarely seen by ordinary cultivators.

"Carnelian carp, jade carp, red blood fish... rainbow pomfret!"

Upon recognizing the species of spirit fish, Guan Ange couldn't help but show a look of shock on his face.

He thought he had been very sincere in offering the spirit jade carp in the trade, but he never expected that this exotic spirit turtle would be so incredibly wealthy.

Not only were there a large number of second-tier spirit fish, but there were also four third-tier treasure fish. Each treasure fish was worth no less than the Jade Heart Treasure Carp specially bred by the Guan family, and even more.

No wonder Lin Xinghe was willing to offer the Demon King's blood; this exotic spirit turtle must have an extraordinary background.

"Holy crap, another golden legend!"

Chen Beiwu stood frozen in place, staring blankly at a golden shadow within the miniature water realm, blinking incredulously.

What a day it is today! He actually managed to run into two golds!

On the other side, the Netherworld Spirit Turtle gazed at the water realm with hesitation in its eyes, as if considering which spirit fish to use as a substitute.

As a result, a quarter of an hour passed, and it still hadn't decided which fish to cut.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Chen Beiwu walked step by step through the water to the coral reef.

"Huh, another cultivator has gone by."

"Where did this fierce general come from? Even Young Master Lin couldn't gain the approval of the Netherworld Spirit Turtle. Does he think he can?"

"Maybe he's the chosen one," a Qi Refining cultivator sneered in a low voice.

Chen Beiwu was dressed plainly, and a glance at him was enough to tell that he came from an ordinary background and had little future prospects.

"You talk too much, shut up." Guan Ange glanced at the man.

The latter immediately fell silent and lowered his head.

He dared to mock Chen Beiwu, but dared not refute Guan Ange, a second-generation cultivator.

"I wonder if Dad knows anything about this strange spirit turtle." Guan Ange picked up his phone and started asking.

He was no longer interested in the process of subduing Chen Beiwu.

Because there can only be one outcome.

The Netherworld Spirit Turtle tilted its head, gazing at the spirit fish swimming in the water realm, lost in thought, unaware of the person who had come beside it.

Having seen hundreds of oddballs in the past few days, it had given up hope of finding its destined partner; filling its stomach was far more reliable.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Beiwu tapped the black tortoise shell and began his routine introduction.

"My name is Chen Beiwu, sixteen years old, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with dual earth elemental roots of water and wood, and outstanding talent."

He paused slightly, then sincerely extended an invitation: "Would you be willing to become my companion beast?"

Upon hearing this, the Netherworld Spirit Turtle rolled its eyes but did not turn around.

There are many Taoist practitioners in the countryside.

A sixteen-year-old at the seventh level of Qi Refining dares to claim outstanding talent; he has absolutely no shame.

(End of this chapter)