Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

The Dharma boat broke through the water, and Pan Jiang stood at the bow, steering the Dharma boat towards Qinglin Bay.

Inside the cabin, Zhou Baoqing and Zhao Yuanqiu were guarding the fish hold.

Ever since Zhou Baoqing caught that first-grade silver-striped spirit bass, his luck in fishing seemed to have completely run out.

For the next half hour, the float remained motionless, like a wooden stake fixed on the water's surface.

On the contrary, Zhao Yuanqiu, with his calm and steady personality, caught up and even caught two more blue-scaled fish weighing about ten pounds each.

All these fish, if sold to restaurants, could fetch at least 150 or 160 spirit crystals, which would definitely be considered a great harvest.

If you do this every day, you can easily earn two or three spirit stones a month.

However, Zhou Baoqing knew in his heart that if it weren't for his relationship with Grandpa Pan, how would the two young kids have had the opportunity to fish in this pond?

Putting aside the fact that it's difficult to obtain a fishing club's certificate, even if you catch a fish, can you keep your catch?

Do they really think all the other anglers are good people?

However, while fishing in the Sawano River doesn't require a permit, it's become much more difficult.

Venturing out of the river and into the deep waters has always been a dangerous undertaking.

Not only do dangerous creatures lurk in the depths of the water, but one must also contend with treacherous undercurrents and whirlpools.

Just like the thousand-year-old turtle that Grandpa Pan subdued today, ordinary fishermen and farmers would face a near-death experience if they encountered it.

That's not all. Sometimes in the wild, even more dangerous than ferocious beasts are those greedy cultivators who kill and rob for money.

Fishing is relatively safe as long as you follow the rules.

At this point, Zhou Baoqing remembered something else.

Every year after the start of summer, the high tide in Haikou will back up into Qinglin Bay, pushing all the way into the Zhonghu water system.

After the surging tide recedes, many low-level little spirit creatures that were swept in and stranded are always left on the mudflats.

At that time, every household would carry wooden buckets to catch the tide, and what they found depended entirely on luck. This was a rare "autumn wind from heaven" for the fishermen and farmers of Qinglin Bay.

For fishermen and farmers at the bottom of society, there are only a few happy days in a year.

Zhou Baoqing sighed softly.

Cultivating immortality is not only for achieving longevity, but it is also currently his only way to "turn the tables".

"Snapped!"

The silver-striped perch flicked its tail, splashing up a lot of water.

He also liked the first spirit fish he had caught himself and thought of raising it in the Green Snail Cave.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that the silver-striped spirit perch was ferocious by nature.

If I put it into that small body of water in the cave, wouldn't all the twenty or so blue-scaled fish that I had painstakingly raised be devoured by it and eaten like snacks?

Ultimately, it's because they don't have the money to buy water-separating beads.

With the water-separating pearl, a separate water area can be created within the cave, allowing for the separate rearing of aggressive fish and gentle fry.

The thought of needing money here and spirit stones there gave Zhou Baoqing a headache; cultivating immortality was indeed a bottomless pit.

I decided to stop thinking about it and just enjoy the scenery of the Qinglin River.

Before we knew it, the sunset glowed like fire on the horizon, and a thin layer of white mist rose from the water, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura under the glow of the setting sun.

The Dharma Boat docked steadily at the mouth of the bay.

Zhou Changgeng had been waiting on the shore for a long time.

Seeing the two children return safely, carrying heavy fish in their hands, he quickly went to greet them.

"Brother Pan, thank you so much for today. You not only took them out to broaden their horizons, but also escorted them all the way back." Zhou Changgeng bowed and thanked him.

Pan Jiang waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "No trouble at all. These two little ones are very well-behaved, can sit still, and have a steady temperament. They're good fishermen!"

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Pan Jiang sailed away, disappearing into the vast twilight.

When they returned to the Zhou family home, Zhou Baoqing held up the fish, and his family members exclaimed in surprise and joy upon seeing the silver-striped perch and the two wild blue-scaled fish.

Zhao Yuanqiu couldn't hold back any longer and began to vividly describe the scene to her sister: "Sister, you don't know, Grandpa Pan is amazing! He fished a huge, enormous turtle out of the abyss, and that turtle could actually talk, begging Grandpa Pan to spare its life!"

What followed was a battle of wits between the turtles, which made Zhao Fanghua's eyes light up. She was both amazed and a little scared, and repeatedly told her younger brother never to go near the abyss again.

Taking advantage of everyone's good mood, Zhou Baoqing turned to Chen Shi and said, "Mother, let's stew this silver-striped perch for dinner tonight."

He knew in his heart that if he didn't say these words, given his grandparents' personalities, they would definitely take this rare spirit fish to the market to sell.

These wild spirit fish are all spirit crystals in their eyes, which they use to save up to buy cultivation resources.

But he didn't want to do that.

The purpose of cultivating immortality is to live a better life. If you can't even bear to eat the fish you caught yourself and can't improve your family's life, then what is the point of cultivation?

Mrs. Chen was initially reluctant, but seeing her two children's faces reddened by the wind, she finally agreed: "Alright, Mother will go get ready!"

The fish was caught by the child himself after a hard day's work. Now that he is at a crucial stage of his growth, eating it would be very nutritious, so Chen completely gave up the idea of ​​selling it to a restaurant.

At dinner time, steaming hot fish soup was served.

The silver-striped spirit perch looked quite large, but the parts that truly contained rich spiritual energy, such as the belly, brain, and maw, were carefully picked out by Chen and left for Zhou Changgeng, Zhou Baoqing, and Zhao Yuanqiu.

But no matter what, it is a spirit fish. The other parts of the fish are firm and exceptionally delicious. After eating it, a warm and comforting spiritual energy flows through the whole body, which is many times better than the ordinary food I used to eat.

"Such a big spirit fish, and it's gone to my stomach just like that. If I had sold it, I could have gotten a lot of spirit crystals." Chen muttered with heartache as she drank the fish soup.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Zhou Baoqing laughed, then glanced at his cousin who was engrossed in eating, "Yuan Qiu's fishing skills are much better than mine."

After today's experience, he finally understands.

Hobbies and interests are closely related to personality and age.

He was never interested in sitting by the water waiting all day. Although he had lived in a different world, his core personality hadn't changed, and it was difficult for him to truly become engrossed in something.

When he caught the spirit fish for the first time, he was indeed excited and thrilled, and even had a fleeting illusion that he wanted to immerse himself in the beauty of nature.

But if you're not interested, you're not interested. Once the initial enthusiasm wears off, and you haven't caught any fish in a while, you just feel bored.

It's fine for him to relax occasionally, but if he had to sit by the river every day in the wind and sun, that would be terrible.

On the other hand, Zhao Yuanqiu genuinely liked him.

Once you hold the fishing rod, you can become completely immersed in it, and you are not concerned about winning or losing. Even if you don't catch anything, you are not anxious or impatient, and you are quite calm.

After dinner, the family members each went about their own business.

Zhou Baoqing returned to Zhishui Pavilion and took out the Crimson Blood Pill from his pocket.

To be precise, this is a first-grade, first-rank pill, but it is fundamentally different from the pills taken by cultivators.

Pan Jiang did not take the bait back when he left, but gave it to them as a small gift from an elder.

But Zhou Baoqing didn't plan to use it to fish for wild fish in the river.

With a thought, the little green snail slowly crawled out of the pool.

Zhou Baoqing peeled off the spirit-locking glue from the Crimson Blood Pill and handed the pill to Qingluo.

It immediately became excited, the nut opened, revealing the fine, serrated "teeth" underneath, and slowly ground the Crimson Blood Pill into its abdomen.

Not long after.

The little green snail that swallowed the Crimson Blood Pill trembled all over.

A faint blood-red pattern slowly emerged on the originally verdant snail shell, like flowing crimson clouds, faintly revealing a touch of eerie spiritual charm.

The carapace, covered with ten layers of spirals, gleamed with an indestructible luster, as if it had been tempered by a divine fire, making it several times harder than before.

The little green snail conveyed a joyful thought to Zhou Baoqing. It then slowly spun at the bottom of the water, causing the surrounding water to flow and transform into a tiny water vortex that lifted its body, gathering and dispersing at will, as if it were an extension of its own arm.

"The art of water control—this is the awakening of an aquatic talent!"

Zhou Baoqing was in high spirits.

After more than ten years of accumulation, Qingluo was already just one step away from success. Now, with the help of the Crimson Blood Pill, he has directly crossed the threshold!

With his two bodies united, he also became incredibly clear about the surrounding water flow, understanding every ripple and the trajectory of the undercurrent.

Although the current was extremely weak, barely enough to support the snail itself and posing no real threat, it wasn't something that just any rotten fish or shrimp could awaken its talent.

This means that the little green snail has officially transformed from an ordinary creature to a spiritual one, becoming a true spiritual being!

At the same time, a surge of pure blood energy flowed from Qingluo's body, nourishing Zhou Baoqing's original body.