Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Hearing the old turtle beg for mercy, Pan Jiang sneered.

"You old turtle, you've eaten countless people in this Green Scale Abyss, how could you possibly reform?"

A thousand-year-old tortoise that eats people, wouldn't that be a mid-grade first-level ferocious demon?

Zhou Baoqing and Zhao Yuanqiu exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

No wonder they say fishing is no easy task; such a dangerous creature lurks deep in these waters!

He suddenly remembered the "Map of the Southern Territory" and the snake-dragon that the Golden Core sword cultivator had killed with a single sword strike.

That time and that moment were just like this moment and this scene!

Although the old turtle begged for mercy, it had already prepared to escape.

Seeing that Pan Jiang remained unmoved, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes in an instant.

Suddenly, the eerie blue demonic power on the tortoise shell erupted, and amidst the churning water vapor, a ferocious tortoise shadow several meters in size condensed in mid-air, causing the fish basket to rattle violently.

This fish basket was clearly a magical artifact; since the old turtle's true form couldn't emerge, it could only manifest a phantom image.

The phantom opened its blood-red maw, its barbed fangs gleaming coldly, and bit down fiercely at Pan Jiang, bringing with it a foul stench!

It's a fight to the death!

If this bite is firm, not only will a small magic boat be bitten, but even a small rocky mountain will be bitten open.

It is fierce, but there are people even fiercer than it.

Since Pan Jiang dared to bring it, how could he be completely unprepared?

He snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a beam of red light flew out from his sleeve—it was the magic knife he usually used to cut fish sashimi.

The short sword grew longer in the wind, transforming into a three-foot-long crimson light that directly shattered the enormous phantom of the old turtle. Its remaining power did not diminish as it slammed into the turtle's real carapace.

With a loud "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

Looking at the phantom that almost covered his head, Zhao Yuanqiu felt a little scared. He turned his head and saw that his cousin not only did not show any fear or retreat, but his eyes were burning and his face showed an excitement that he had never seen before.

Seeing his cousin so calm, he was no longer so afraid.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

With their fear gone, the two stood at the stern of the boat, watching the battle between the man and the turtle.

"That old turtle's shell is really hard; even Grandpa Pan's knife couldn't cut it!"

"What's the use of being tough? Look at how slowly it moves; it's clearly fighting like a cornered beast. Old turtle is no match for Grandpa Pan after all."

Before long, as Pan Jiang changed his hand seals, several streams of water transformed into chains, binding the old turtle tightly.

Pan Jiang beat the old turtle half to death until it was completely still, and then he put away the magic weapon.

"That old turtle is really fierce, did it scare you? Aren't you scared?"

Pan Jiang picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took a big gulp, his face flushed with the effects of the wine. He asked with great interest.

Those anglers who had tried to curry favor with the fishermen had long since vanished without a trace. They had spent years in the deep waters and knew all too well how ferocious these wild creatures were.

If things go wrong, Pan Jiang will be fine, but they might lose their lives.

Seeing that Pan Jiang's wine gourd was empty, Zhou Baoqing handed over the spirit wine gourd that his grandfather had prepared for him before he left, and said with a smile:

"I know a dish called 'Farewell My Concubine,' which is made by stewing pheasant and turtle together. The chicken soup enhances the flavor, and the turtle meat is very nourishing. The soup must be extremely delicious."

Pan Jiang was completely taken aback by Zhou Baoqing's response and found it amusing, laughing heartily, "Young man, you have extraordinary courage!"

His challenge to the old turtle was, in effect, a test of the two boys' courage.

If a cultivator is so terrified of even a single demonic beast that they can't even walk far on their path to immortality, then they probably won't go very far.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Baoqing, having clearly witnessed the ferocity of the old turtle, still dared to treat such a vicious creature as a dish!

"Alright, just as you said, let's make this 'Farewell My Concubine' dish today!"

Originally, he just wanted to test the two boys' courage, but now he has changed his mind and plans to stew the turtle and share it with the two children.

This is a pleasant surprise!

Zhou Baoqing was overjoyed. This old turtle was a highly skilled demon beast, containing an extremely large amount of blood and spiritual essence within its body.

Even just drinking a sip of soup, let alone eating meat, is very beneficial.

After all, this thing is not a pill and has no so-called pill poison. Although eating the flesh of such a demon beast with his current mortal body would waste most of his spiritual essence and he wouldn't be able to absorb much, it could still replenish his qi and blood.

What's wrong with wasting a little?

The meat is what you eat!

It's a pity we can't feed the snails, otherwise there wouldn't be any worry about wasting food.

With a wave of his sleeve, Pan Jiang created a set of gleaming bronze tripods and stoves on the deck of the Dharma Boat.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of crimson fire ignited at the bottom of the furnace.

The old turtle, which had been feigning death, began to struggle violently upon sensing the scorching heat of the real fire, letting out mournful roars. However, under Pan Jiang's magical suppression, it was all in vain.

Soon, the turtle shell was peeled off and collected by Pan Jiang. The turtle meat was washed clean with spiritual spring water and cooked together with a spiritual bird.

As the true fire simmered slowly, a strange and rich aroma rose up along with wisps of celestial energy, transforming into colorful smoke that swirled around the magic boat. Just one whiff of it made one feel as if every pore on their body opened up.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm also a spiritual chef!"

As Pan Jiang sprinkled various medicinal herbs and seasonings into the cauldron, he said smugly, "Which of us anglers who spend all our time on the water isn't an expert in food? Over time, we've naturally picked up some tricks of the trade. Although we don't have as many dishes as the chefs at Zuixianlou, we're more than capable of making one or two signature dishes."

Zhou Baoqing was secretly surprised.

It seems that cultivators who make a name for themselves in the cultivation world all hold multiple positions. Without a side job, it's really hard to get by.

Before long, the "Farewell My Concubine" stew was ready.

The three people surrounded the bronze cauldron.

Zhao Yuanqiu was too young to handle such a large amount of essence, so she could only take a small wooden spoon and sip the soup slowly, blowing on it. Her little face quickly turned red and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Pan Jiang, on the other hand, ate large chunks of meat and drank large gulps of wine, displaying extreme boldness.

Zhou Baoqing ate with great ease. After finishing a bowl of thick soup, he felt a warm current flow through his stomach and intestines, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones, making him feel indescribably comfortable and at ease.

The body, as if parched by rain, greedily absorbed the essence of the soup, and the effect was surprisingly good!

A thought struck him. It seemed that because of the nurturing from the Green Snail clone, his body was more receptive to these essences than others, and he did not appear to be unable to absorb them.

Thinking of this, he took the opportunity to ask Pan Jiang, "Grandpa Pan, where can I buy the 'Crimson Blood Pill'?"

Although the price is high, I should at least find out the details first. When I have enough spirit stones, I can give Qingluo a treat.

Pan Jiang picked his teeth and casually replied, "That's a secret ingredient that circulates exclusively within our fishing club. Since you're not a member, you can't even get in the door, so naturally you can't buy it."

"Then how can one become a member of the fishing club?" Zhou Baoqing pressed.

"Then you need to first draw qi into your body and become a qi-refining cultivator. That's the minimum requirement," Pan Jiang said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Baoqing felt helpless.

Seeing his dejected look, Pan Jiang couldn't help but tap him on the head: "What are you so discouraged about? If you can't buy it yourself, you still have me, right?"

Zhou Baoqing looked up in surprise.

Pan Jiang took a sip of his drink and said leisurely, "If you need anything, just come with me to buy it next time."

As a veteran member of the fishing club, it was naturally not difficult for him to bring his two children to the club to buy some things.

I had casually mentioned fishing to the two boys before, but today I saw that they were both quite courageous and had a good temperament.

Zhou Baoqing, in particular, remained calm and composed in the face of danger, displaying resourcefulness and decisiveness; he was no ordinary person.

If you don't cultivate good deeds in ordinary times, and then try to curry favor with this immortal seedling after it has truly grown up, what kind of easy thing is that in the world?

Besides, this was nothing more than a small favor for him.

Zhou Baoqing was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly stood up. "Thank you so much, Grandpa Pan!"