You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

"You're in cahoots with this mackerel!" Qi Fei said, grabbing the piglet. "I can not only make mackerel dumplings, but also roast suckling pig."

The pig struggled desperately in his hands, its four short legs kicking wildly in the air.

"I'm not one of those rotten apples!" the little pig said, a hint of bravado masking his inner cowardice. "Let me go, I don't taste good! I really don't taste good!"

"Then tell me what exactly happened?" Lei Leilei leaned closer, bent over, and stared at the upside-down pig with his eyes full of confusion.

He had cultivated thunder magic, fought against demons and evil cultivators, and seen great storms in his life, but he never imagined that one day he would fish a pig out of the sea.

Anyone would be stunned for a long time if they were in this situation.

"Where did you come from, you pig demon?" Lei Leilei asked.

Upon hearing this, the little pig stiffened its neck and raised its voice several octaves: "You're the pig demon! You're the pig!"

Lei Leilei patiently asked, "Then what are you?"

"I am a pig."

Lei Leilei remained silent for a moment.

"Isn't that the same thing?!" He felt his intelligence had been insulted.

Does changing one character in the word "彘" (zhī) change it from "猪" (zhū) to "猪" (zhū)? It's like changing "狗" (gǒu) to "犬" (quǎn); it still barks.

"Those Lubalo monks are so ignorant..." the little pig muttered.

Lei Leilei stopped arguing with it.

His hands crackled with electricity, blue and white, leaping and dancing between his fingers like two tiny snakes pinched at their vital points, hissing and flicking their tongues.

"I'll show you what's what."

The little pig glanced at the lightning, then at Lei Leilei's face, then tilted its head, closed its eyes, stretched out its four legs, and made a "do whatever you want, I'm not afraid of you" look, like a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water.

"You bastard, I'm not afraid of you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Leilei's finger was already pointing at its forehead.

A flash of lightning, a crackling sound, and then the pig's scream.

When the barking stopped, its entire body was charred black, its pinkish-white fur was covered with a layer of black ash, its curly tail was straight, and its four legs were frozen in mid-air.

"Did you go too far?" Qi Fei frowned. "If you don't bleed the pig before slaughtering it, it will be more gruesome."

"I didn't really do anything!" Lei Leilei looked at her fingers, then at the pig, her face showing surprise.

The lightning magic he used would only cause the puppy to feel a slight numbness; it wouldn't burn it or even damage its fur, let alone scorch it.

Although the piglet was charred black all over, the layer of black ash was visibly fading away. Patches of charred black were peeling off, revealing the pinkish-white fur underneath.

In a few breaths, it returned to its original appearance, clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" it cried out, four "ouch" sounds stacked together, then it shouted, "True Law! Thunder Cultivator!"

It immediately switched to a fawning tone, changing its expression faster than turning the pages of a book.

"You should have said earlier that these three big shots were all true cultivators!"

It hummed softly, its voice delicate and sweet, with a deliberately forced sweetness.

"Little piggy, I'm just saying what I think."

Qi Fei held it by the scruff of its neck, not letting go.

"Then tell me," he said, "what's the deal with this Chao Ba Wei? What's your background?"

The little pig looked down at the two halves of mackerel on the deck; the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

Its little eyes darted around, first looking at Chan Kong, then at Lei Leilei, and finally at Qi Fei.

Given that the monk is a monk and the thunder cultivator is a thunder cultivator, this person is most likely a sword cultivator.

The little pig cursed itself a hundred times in its heart.

Both are lightning cultivators and sword cultivators, ruthless killers. I must have been incredibly unlucky to fall into the hands of these three.

It cleared its throat, its tone becoming increasingly obsequious.

"The Chaoba Guards are one of the seven sea guards under the Dragon King of the South China Sea. Their main job is reconnaissance and pursuit. They used to roam the depths of the South China Sea and rarely came to the nearshore waters. But things are different now, and they are gradually moving closer to the nearshore waters."

"Why?" Qi Fei asked, "Why did you come from the deep sea to the nearshore area?"

The little pig hesitated for a moment, as if wondering whether it should speak.

But when it looked at the two neatly cut mackerel on the deck and the electric sparks in Lei Leilei's hand, its hesitation vanished.

"Because," it said, its tone quickening, "the Dragon King of the South Sea is about to reach the Golden Core stage and will unify the South Sea."

Upon hearing this, Zen Kong's expression changed slightly.

"I've heard it before," he said, "that the Dragon King of the South Sea was originally a dragon. Now he's actually becoming a Golden Core demon?"

Golden Elixir, it's the Golden Elixir again.

No one could feel the terror of a Golden Core cultivator better than those three.

An enemy who could easily kill you but chooses not to, and instead reflects on their actions and admits their mistakes, is a hundred times more terrifying than an enemy who mindlessly kills.

The three of them were truly lucky to escape with their lives last time with Zen Wisdom.

If he were to encounter other Golden Core cultivators, his grave would probably be overgrown with weeds by now.

"Almost at the Golden Core stage?" Lei Leilei sneered. "Is the Golden Core stage that easy to achieve? Countless cultivators are stuck at this hurdle."

He's seen far too many people.

Most of them die during the tribulation stage, and the majority of the remaining ones are stuck at the Golden Core stage.

Of those who manage to get through it, only one in ten thousand will succeed.

The little pig nodded quickly, his face beaming with a fawning smile that practically overflowed from his expression: "Boss, you're right."

"Becoming a Golden Core cultivator is not so easy. Yet the Dragon King of the South Sea still sent the Seven Sea Guards to the near sea, which shows that he has great confidence in himself."

Qi Fei suddenly asked, "So, what's your background?"

The little pig paused for a moment, then a look that was hard to tell whether it was aggrieved or nostalgic appeared on its face.

"Me?" it said. "I'm a stray pig. I once had a beautiful owner..."

It sighed, its tone tinged with deep emotion.

"That day, I was just strolling around on the boat when I slipped and fell into the sea. Luckily, I saw the boss's fishhook, or I would have drowned."

It raised its eyes, wet with tears, and looked at Qi Fei.

"Many thanks to the powerful figures who saved me. If you hand me over to the Three Seas Society, you will be richly rewarded!"

The Sanhai Association is a well-known chamber of commerce in the South China Sea; everyone who works in the South China Sea knows about it.

The little pig's story was so convincing, even bringing up the name of the Three Seas Association, that it was impossible not to believe it.

Although the three had many doubts, they decided to believe it for the time being.

Just for now!

After all, this pig is very, very strange in both its speech and its origins.

Fortunately, it was very weak in combat, so Qi Fei and the others kept it in the cabin and gave it some food when they ate.

It's not picky about food; it eats whatever's available.

After that, when Lei Leilei and Chan Kong went fishing again, they didn't catch anything strange or unusual.

They also arrived at Nantianfang.