Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Jiang Shifei was on the vast sea, a gentle breeze caressing his face, and he couldn't help but feel content. At least he didn't have to suffer swimming in the water anymore.

Ye Chaosheng transformed into a demon using the dragon vein and blood energy, thus breaking through the Qi Refining stage. Jiang Shi received feedback from him after his death, which is why he gained the ability to fly.

And he finally understood the essence of the so-called dragon vein—it belonged to him, and should be the incomplete golden nature of that "true dragon" fruit position.

This thing is incomplete, and its power is less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of that of normal metal, but it does have that charm.

Planted on humans, it can be used to draw them into destiny seeds; thrown into the air, it becomes a demon.

By a twist of fate, the blood pool sealed by the stone platform became an egg, and the embryo was able to integrate flesh and blood and transform into a demon.

This action, however, caused Jin Xing to develop sentience. If Jiang Shi did not take it back, the dragon vein, after consuming Ye Chaosheng's flesh and blood, would transform into a dragon demon and escape.

"Dongfang Xuanyin," Jiang Shi pondered the name, looking at his own body with a strange expression.

He couldn't explain his current cultivation level. He possessed supernatural powers but couldn't break through the void. Controlling this body felt more like a child driving a tank.

Therefore, the so-called "system" is definitely not a perk for transmigrators, but a power that transcends this world.

It should be said that it is a kind of authority that one receives as the recipient of a fruition, enabling one to mobilize the power of that fruition in a way that one can understand.

Just like those True Lords who have attained certain positions can sever spiritual energy and interrupt the path of cultivation, it's just that I can't do that much.

The other greatest gain is this new supernatural power—"Mustard Seed Chen"—which should be related to the transformation of the true dragon.

With this supernatural power, he gained the ability to enlighten true spirits, and the true spirits of disaster relief that he had previously put away came in handy.

"Let's go to Jiangnan first and see what time it is now."

Jiang Shi harbored a vague expectation in his heart; that was the center of this world.

This flight lasted three years…

During this time, he witnessed a group of cultivators fighting on the sea. Large amounts of blood rain containing spiritual energy fell, attracting fish to devour it. However, an even larger fish demon was hiding underwater, swallowing the fish along with the seriously injured cultivators who had fallen into the water.

He saw several streaks of light flash across the sky and disappear into the void in an instant. He dared not go over, but only watched from afar, longing in his heart.

Upon seeing the monster with dragon blood stirring up storms in the sea, several other monsters swarmed around it, with the weaker ones lining up to be swallowed.

An unnamed mountain peak in southern Xinjiang...

Jiang Shi sat cross-legged by a cold pool, pondering carefully:

The true dragon has nine sons, six harmonies, and three green ones. All the green ones are yang water. The dragon has eighty-one scales, which is also a yang number. As someone who has been transformed from a hidden being, if I want to be influenced by the virtue of water, I should start with female water and use yin to regulate yang.

After a long time, he finally made a decision and took out the True Spirit of Shunzai.

He activated the supernatural power "Mustard Seed Chen," which brought forth the dragon vein, and then casually took a handful of water from the cold pool.

……

"Senior sister, wake up!"

Shunzai opened her eyes groggily, looking at the man shoving her with a slightly confused expression. She couldn't quite remember him, but his voice sounded very familiar.

She thought carefully for a moment, a flash of color crossing her mind, and said uncertainly, "Junior Brother Ye?"

The man beside her had no facial features, which should have been an extremely frightening scene, but she only felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him.

"Senior sister, I'm going home. You gave me a sword, so I'd like to leave something for you in return. Remember what I said? I would help you reach the Qi Refining stage!"

"He must be laughing, right? Is he my junior brother?" Shunzai thought blankly, wanting to get closer to see.

The next moment, the man reached out and touched her forehead.

"Go and cultivate yourself!" He said.

Shunzai's vision spun, and the chill from between her brows made her mutter, "So cold."

Then a faint golden light flashed, and her body warmed up. She could feel her body slowly shrinking, her hands and feet turning into other things, and her skin becoming itchy.

He seemed to notice that she was still awake, let out a soft exclamation, and casually waved his hand, letting her fall asleep.

Several days have passed.

Jiang Shi stood up from the edge of the cold pool, rubbed his temples wearily, and tossed a dark carp with a faint blue mark between its brows into the pool.

Carp have 36 scales, and six is ​​a yin number. Carp are naturally yin creatures, and they also have yang hidden within yin. They are dormant and restrained, yet they should be reborn. They are most suitable for cultivating female water.

After entering the water, the black carp quickly regained its senses, glanced at the empty shore with some confusion, and then transformed into a stream of water, merging into the cold pool and disappearing into the cracks in the rocks.

After putting the ink carp down, Jiang Shi set up the wind again. He was going to continue towards Jiangnan to confirm the current time.

……

"Uncle..."

An old fisherman was lying on a rock by the riverbank, taking a sip of warm wine and savoring it with a nod and a sway of his head, when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He quickly turned around to look.

A handsome young man dressed in a black robe was squatting beside his fish basket, peering inside.

The old man hurriedly swallowed the wine, jumped off the rock, and smiled: "Hmm, young man, would you like to buy a couple of fresh fish? These fish were just caught this morning, they're still alive."

"Hmm, these fish are pretty good. Wow, so many! What did you use to catch them, old man?" The young man fiddled with the fish basket and exclaimed in surprise.

The old man felt a little disappointed that the young man wasn't there to buy fish, but he was still quite pleased by the young man's exclamation.

His smile remained unchanged as he climbed back onto the rock, generously offering his instruction: "Crush snails with a rock, dig up some earthworms, mix them with the fishy juice and tender corn, and you can catch them."

The young man asked him some more questions, and the old man, seeing that he was also interested in this subject, took a sip of wine and began chatting with him with great interest.

For some reason, ever since this young man came, the old man has caught several more grass carp, and his old face is beaming with joy. The young man helps him put the fish into the fish basket, and he is fiddling with the fishing rod as he puts it into the water.

The young man then asked with some curiosity, "Uncle, I've noticed that every household in these nearby villages has a white cloth hanging at their door. Is there any significance to that?"

During their conversation, he learned that the young man had come from afar to enjoy the scenery. Perhaps unaware of the situation, he lowered his voice and said, "He is a young master from the Li family, a celestial clan."

Upon hearing this, the young man let out a soft exclamation: "Is the Immortal Clan so domineering? Even after the young master's funeral, why do they require all the people under their rule to hang white cloths?"

The old man stopped him, his tone somewhat wistful: "This Li family of immortals is no ordinary clan. The fact that I can leisurely drink and fish at my age is all thanks to the virtuous family traditions of the immortals. They never oppress us mortals. Every household is doing well, and everyone remembers their good deeds, which is why they hung up the white cloth."

His voice lowered further: "I heard there was another one buried in the west. What do you think these immortals are doing, giving up immortality to fight and die?"

When I was a child, this place was originally...

"Hey, there are fish again!" the young man exclaimed, interrupting the old man's recollection.

"Hey, it really is!"

The old man hurriedly picked up his fishing rod and, after much effort, landed a golden carp weighing over ten pounds. Holding the fish, he laughed heartily.

"Quick! Hey? Who were you talking to just now?"

"Oh!" He suddenly realized that the fish basket couldn't hold the fish, so he didn't care about anything else. This golden carp could sell for a lot of money.