Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Not long after.

The two returned to Jiang Yi's courtyard.

Niu Yaojin looked around outside the door, and seeing that no one was around, he slipped inside, walked to the stone table under the tree, sat down, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He then pulled out a bulging cloth bag, waved it at Jiang Yi, and grinned:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, how was it? Following me on this voyage, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Jiang Yi was taking out the tea set and preparing the tea when he heard this. He stopped what he was doing, smiled, and nodded in approval.

"Fellow Daoist Niu is truly remarkable. Today's successful hunting of the demon turtle was entirely due to your on-the-spot decision-making. Your courage and boldness have won my heart."

"Hahaha!"

Niu Yaojin was secretly pleased by the flattery, and he picked up the cloth bag and dumped it on the table:

"With Fellow Daoist Jiang's words, I, Niu, will speak frankly. The Ink Scale Turtle sold for forty-six spirit stones, and we should split the profits fifty-fifty."

However, the Frost Talisman that I obtained was hard-won. Leaving aside other matters, the ten spirit stones for this talisman must be taken into account, and the rest should be divided equally. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Jiang thinks?

Jiang Yi nodded frankly:

"That's natural. Today, we owe our success entirely to Fellow Daoist Niu's Frost Talisman; otherwise, we certainly wouldn't have been able to capture that beast. The cost of the talisman should be factored in."

Upon hearing this, Niu Yaojin's smile became even more genuine, and he slammed his hand on the table with a hearty laugh:

"Excellent! Fellow Daoist Jiang is indeed a reasonable and straightforward person who understands the rules!"

He quickly counted the spirit stones and put away his share.

He pushed over the remaining eighteen spirit stones and several turtle eggs at the same time.

Jiang Yi suppressed his joy, poured a cup of tea for both of them, and then picked up the spirit stone to examine it.

This item is crystal clear, well-shaped, about the size of a thumb, and seems to have clouds and mist swirling inside. It feels heavy in the hand and has a slightly cool temperature.

He checked them one by one, made sure they were intact, and then carefully put them away in a cloth bag.

With these eighteen spirit stones, plus the proceeds from selling the fish, the income for just one day was close to twenty spirit stones.

It's really good luck to be able to hunt a turtle demon in the near sea today.

If those professional demon hunters were to hear this, they would probably be extremely envious.

Niu Yaojin was in a great mood. He downed his tea in one gulp, glanced at the small pear-shaped opening on Jiang Yi's chest that was secretly eyeing him, and grinned:

"Although this kitten looks silly, it is still quite lucky for its owner. If it hadn't provoked that turtle demon today, and that beast was guarding its lair, we might not have been able to detect its presence."

Fellow Daoist Jiang only spent a few spirit stones to buy this kid, and today's trip has already made him back with a profit. This deal was truly worthwhile.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi's expression stiffened, his eyes twitched, and he forced a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Niu is right... It's not a loss, it's not a loss..."

After distributing the spirit stones, Niu Yaojin had no desire to sit for long. He drank another cup of tea, then stood up and said:

"Today's battle has taken a toll on my magical power. Fellow Daoist Jiang, please recuperate well and recover your strength as soon as possible. Tomorrow we will go out to sea again and try our luck at our usual spot to see if we can find some good fish."

After saying that, he waved his hand and took his leave.

Jiang Yi smiled and saw him off, then returned to the courtyard, sat down, picked up his teacup, and sipped his tea, lost in thought.

Looking back on what happened today, let's examine whether there were any oversights.

Seeing that there were no strangers around, Xiao Li became bolder, arched her body, squeezed out from her collar, and jumped onto the table.

Its big eyes darted around, first sniffing the teacup, then, uninterested, curiously approaching the turtle eggs and poking at them with its little claws.

These turtle eggs were about the size of an adult's fist, grayish-brown in color, and covered with fine lines on their surface; they were the eggs laid by the turtle demon.

It exudes a subtle spiritual energy and is considered a good tonic.

"Don't move, or I'll lock you in the cage."

Before long, seeing that the silly cat was about to push the turtle egg off the table, Jiang Yi quickly stopped it, picked it up and scolded it with a stern face.

"Meow~"

Little Pear stared at him longingly, her delicate pink tongue licking her beard incessantly.

Jiang Yi could roughly guess its thoughts, and seeing this, he couldn't help but scold it:

"Why are you hungry again? It hasn't been that long, you're such a glutton!"

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

"Okay, okay, stop yelling."

Jiang Yi shook his head in disgust and carried the little guy back to the desk in the bedroom.

He had to go out to run errands and didn't have time to start a fire to cook porridge, so he simply cracked a turtle egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little guy immediately hugged the turtle egg and buried his head in it, licking it with relish until he finally calmed down.

"hehe."

Jiang Yi couldn't help but smile. Regardless of whether it could understand or not, he continued to give a few more instructions.

He then went to the shack in the yard, scooped out a few miscellaneous fish and a whitefin bream from the fish tank, and strung them on a straw rope.

After thinking for a moment, he took another turtle egg with him before stepping out of the courtyard and heading towards a secluded slope on the back of the mountain.

A short while later.

He stopped outside a small courtyard, raised his hand to knock on the gate, and said loudly:

"Aunt Yang, are you home? I'm Jiang Yi, here to visit you."

After a while.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

An elderly woman with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a slight limp in her left leg leaned out.

She noticed the fish Jiang Yi was carrying and sighed softly.

"You silly child, just come visit when you have time. Why bring anything? Your master is gone, and it's not easy for you to be all alone."

Jiang Yi smiled as he walked into the courtyard and said softly:

"It's just a few small fish, not worth much money, please don't worry about it."

The courtyard was small and very simple, with many silkworms raised inside, and bamboo trays and wooden frames stacked on top of each other.

In the corner stood a stove, with some dark, murky mixed grain porridge left in the pot.

Jiang Yi placed the miscellaneous fish and turtle eggs on the table, glanced around, and couldn't help but advise:

"Aunt Yang, do you live on just a few bowls of mixed rice porridge every day? That's not enough. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Yang Hongmei closed the courtyard gate, forced a smile, and said in a deliberately relaxed manner:

"It's alright. This old woman is getting on in years, and she's always been like this. She doesn't like eating good fish and meat anymore, and it would be a waste."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi sighed silently, his gaze complex.

This Aunt Yang looks quite healthy, but she is actually over seventy years old and has spent most of her life on Qingluo Island.

She met a Daoist partner in her early years, and the two had a deep affection for each other. They had a son with good aptitude, whom they named Shi Qianye. The family lived a relatively peaceful life.

Unfortunately, her good fortune didn't last long. Her husband tragically died at sea, leaving her to raise her son alone.

The two families lived close by and were of similar age. The original owner of this body had a good relationship with Shi Qianye and they often played together.

As they grew older, their relationship gradually faded away.

Shi Qianye was arrogant and strong-willed. Several years ago, he suddenly wanted to study alchemy.

But Yang Hongmei had no special skills, and the little savings she had accumulated from fishing were far from enough to cover the costs of alchemy.

The mother and son had a big fight, and Shi Qianye left the island in a fit of anger, never to be heard from again, his fate unknown.

Yang Hongmei also changed after that. She lived a very frugal life and refused to seek treatment for her injuries.

Later, due to leg problems, he sold his fishing boat and started raising spirit silkworms at home, earning spirit stones by reeling silk and weaving cloth.

During the time when her original master was in trouble, it was she who often comforted him, which helped him gradually cheer up.

"Aunt Yang, please don't bother."

Seeing Yang Hongmei limping towards the teahouse, Jiang Yi silently put down the whitefin fish and stepped forward to stop her:

"I just came to see you. I have other things to take care of, so I have to leave now. I'll come back another day when I have more time to chat with you."

"Okay, that's fine too."

Yang Hongmei smiled and didn't press the matter.

Supported by Jiang Yi, she slowly walked towards the courtyard gate, her tone earnest:

"Xiao Jiang, your master is gone, and now you're out in the world on your own. You must be careful and know your limits. Be tolerant in everything you do, don't flaunt your wealth, and don't make enemies. Remember to protect yourself."

Jiang Yi nodded softly:

"Don't worry, Aunt Yang, I've remembered everything you said. You should go back now, don't overwork yourself, and take good care of yourself."

"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."

Yang Hongmei waved her hand, her cloudy eyes watching him leave.

The next moment, he suddenly took two steps forward, his lips moved, and he couldn't help but say:

"Xiao Jiang, if you run into Shi Tou, tell him to come back and visit. Tell him that Aunt Yang has learned to raise silkworms and is doing alright. We won't stop him anymore."

Jiang Yi paused, turned around, and said:

"Okay, I've got it. I'll definitely pass on your words next time I encounter Shi Tou."

Yang Hongmei smiled and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Yi turned and left, his heart heavy.

He walked back to the courtyard, looked into the fish tank, picked up the last remaining spirit fish, and then went out to walk towards a courtyard at the corner of the mountain path.

soon.

He knocked on the courtyard gate and said softly:

"Is Fairy Qin here? This is Jiang Yi. I need to bother you."

"Hold on."

A gentle voice came from the courtyard.

Shortly after, the courtyard gate opened.

A woman in a plain dress, around thirty years old, with a slender figure, beautiful face, and charming demeanor, stepped out.

She glanced at Jiang Yi and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what brings you here?"