Longzang

Chapter 423 Fishing
The new gun was born with spirituality. What Wei Yuan needed to do next was to nurture it slowly, continuously stabilizing and expanding this spirituality, and then gradually absorbing it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Wei Yuan suddenly awoke from his meditation. The Brutality of the Spiritual Treasure had completely entered his sea of ​​consciousness and was fully activated. The spear's divine power had also taken shape: at the cost of permanently diminishing its spiritual essence, it could unleash a single strike with double the power!
The spiritual treasure was complete. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and suddenly a thought struck him. Two egg-sized, translucent pills, like rubies, appeared before him.

The two pills floated quietly, looking only pretty, but when Wei Yuan touched them, he heard a roar like a true dragon, and his blood immediately boiled!
This is a precious medicine refined from the blood of two dragon livers. There are few traces of refining; the focus is more on regulating the medicinal properties, allowing the essence of the dragon liver blood to be released little by little, without much interference with the essence itself. Master Danming has always believed that alchemy is like cooking a delicate fish; the more high-grade the medicinal material, the more important it is to preserve its original flavor.

Wei Yuan suppressed the boiling blood within his body, put away the two pills, and went to find Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng continued reading the Daoist canon, calm and composed. Even though finding a new way out from the Daoist canon was as difficult as climbing to heaven, she was neither flustered nor anxious, reading the Daoist book as if it were a leisurely read storybook after a meal.

Wei Yuan tiptoed up behind her, leaned down slightly as if he wanted to smell her hair, but when he thought of the all-knowing True Lords, he had to stop all unnecessary movements and silently placed the two pills in front of Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng looked up, a smile appearing in his eyes—a natural joy upon seeing Wei Yuan.

Then she looked at the pill and asked, "What is this?"

"This is to nourish your body."

Zhang Sheng retorted, "I don't have any...where do I need to replenish it?"

Wei Yuan instinctively wanted to say, "Everywhere needs replenishment," but then he thought of the group of True Lords and quickly swallowed his words. In fact, Wei Yuan had already carefully sensed the surrounding movements and found nothing.

But the fact that nothing was found seems to be problematic in itself.

At this moment, Zhang Sheng knew what Wei Yuan was doing just by looking at his expression, and said, "The wilderness is silent, yet a fierce tiger has arrived. There is not a single divine sense around, which means all the divine senses are here."

Wei Yuan understood this as well. Although he was unwilling, he was helpless, as it was all happening in front of everyone. Besides, there was nothing he could do anyway. Zhang Sheng needed to take her medicine soon, and with her body so badly injured and lacking the strength, she might not be able to withstand its effects.

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly, put down the Taoist book in his hand, stood up, and gently touched Wei Yuan's lips.

Wei Yuan's mind went blank for a moment. Thunder roared across the vast land, striking down dozens of people. Some of them had malicious intentions, but most were simply unlucky.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: So many True Lords are watching, what should I do now?
Zhang Sheng sat back down, ready to continue reading, as if nothing had happened. But Wei Yuan vaguely sensed that something outside the heavens seemed to have boiled over for a moment, and then fell silent.

Wei Yuan barely managed to calm himself and said, "These two pills were refined by Senior Danming using dragon liver blood. They can regenerate your Dao foundation. Please take them immediately!"

Zhang Sheng gave him a gentle push and said, "Alright, I'll give in now. You can go back now."

Wei Yuan instinctively reached for her hand, but only hesitated for a moment before quickly restraining himself. He really didn't know how to handle the situation at this moment, and it was better to let Zhang Sheng take the lead.

Wei Yuan left the courtyard in a daze and returned to his residence in a daze.

Under a large tree at the northern mountain gate, the woman in red looked at the familiar line "510 characters omitted here" on the page, closed the book, and sighed, "This chapter was really not interesting."

Wei Yuan returned to his room, threw himself onto the couch, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The Dragon Blood Pill was complete and handed to Zhang Sheng, allowing her damaged body to be healed. Only then did Wei Yuan belatedly begin to feel joy.

This joy is so immense that it fills heaven and earth, permeates every corner of the heart and God, is omnipresent, irresistible, and will last until the end of time.

Originally, Wei Yuan could only watch helplessly as Zhang Sheng slowly slid into the abyss, but unexpectedly, a pleasant surprise was found within the Dragon Eagle Treasure. If he hadn't gone to the far north and slain the Dragon Eagle, would he have had this opportunity today?

Being able to pull her out of the abyss of death with his own hands was such a joy that Wei Yuan felt as if he were dreaming, and he could hardly believe it.

Wei Yuan jumped up, took out a history book, and began to study it diligently at his desk.

In such a joyous time, it would be a waste not to read more chapters of human wisdom.

The shadows of the trees on the window fluttered along with the pages of the book, unfolding the history of humanity over hundreds of thousands of years before Wei Yuan's eyes. But suddenly, he frowned, stopped turning the pages, and stared intently at one sentence:

If one considers one's family and country as one's own body, then one's family lineage is the bone, and the cultivator is the flesh and blood; this is the principle of the world.

This article discusses the principles of national governance and is a renowned work that Wei Yuan read when he was a child. Back then, he only grasped the basics, but now, with different cultivation levels, experiences, and perspectives, he senses that something is amiss.

He read the article again and finally confirmed one thing: there wasn't a single word about a person in the entire piece. Wei Yuan put the article down, and his mood was no longer as pleasant as before.

As Wei Yuan pondered his situation, he suddenly heard a summons. The scenery before him shifted, and he found himself by a small lake. A young Taoist priest sat on the shore, fishing.

Upon seeing Wei Yuan arrive, the young Taoist priest remained silent, simply handing Wei Yuan a fishing rod.

Wei Yuan had never fished before. He simply imitated others, casting and waiting for a fish to bite. However, there was no bait on the fishing rod, and the hook was straight.

The young Taoist slowly said, "Now you are qualified to fish. Although your fishpond is currently just this small lake, sooner or later you will cast your line in the sea of ​​clouds and fish all over the world."

Wei Yuan didn't know how to answer, mainly because he really didn't understand fishing and didn't have the relevant terminology, so his replies always seemed a little off.

The young Taoist priest said leisurely, "People are fishing, and fish are fishing for people. Although our hooks are straight, there are many fish in this world that are willing to take the bait. Soon you will see that even the most cunning fish will always find a way to be caught."

Wei Yuan gripped the fishing rod, but he had absolutely no confidence.

The young Taoist priest, looking leisurely at the calm lake, said, "Under the Great Curse of Cause and Effect, you broke through the void to the north, returned successfully after a near-death experience, and even made great progress in your cultivation. Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?"

"I think so too."

"The true dragon bloodline is all arranged, and there's no attempt to conceal it. But once true dragon bloodlines meet, they will inevitably fight to the death, whether they like it or not. Heh, the one who set up this scheme is truly a top-notch angler."

This was also something Wei Yuan had been worried about, so he took the opportunity to ask, "How should this disciple break this deadlock?"

The young Taoist priest simply smiled and said, "Let's keep fishing for now. I'll tell you when the fish bites. Once you see the fish, you'll understand seven or eight parts of what's going on even if I don't say anything."

So the two continued fishing.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed...

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed...

A gentle breeze blew by, and it sounded like birdsong.

An hour passed, and neither of their fishing rods showed any movement.

The young Taoist priest's smile remained, and he looked confident and composed.

But Wei Yuan subconsciously felt that the atmosphere in the wind had subtly changed. If he were to initiate a conversation at this moment, something unexpected might happen.

The lake was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple, but Wei Yuan sensed countless eyes watching their fishing hooks from beneath the surface, yet making no move whatsoever.

Wei Yuan suddenly had a somewhat absurd thought: were these fish all too full? But then he remembered that the two of them had used straight hooks, and Wei Yuan thought it was the fishermen who were too full.

The young Taoist remained completely still, but a wisp of his energy quietly flew out from his sleeve and unknowingly landed on the fishhook.

For some reason, the fish in the lake felt exceptionally clear-headed today, their long-standing confusion suddenly vanished, and they saw through the treacherous scheme of the immortal.

A big fish patted a small fish beside it, and the small fish rushed forward with a death wish, bit off the luck, then spat out the fishhook and returned to offer the luck to the big fish.

The big fish swallowed the good fortune with satisfaction, and a scale on its head turned golden. It then patted the little fish, and the little fish happily swam behind the big fish and joined the group of other small fish.

Another hour has passed...

The young Taoist priest said calmly, "Just now, a fish took the bait but then flew away. This shows how unpredictable the fortunes of the world are. As the saying goes, emptiness is form, and form is emptiness. Whether there are fish or not, one can still preach the Dharma..."

(End of this chapter)