Chapter 72: Dragon Bloodline? The Little Carp Feels Suffocated

Sizzle—

After the white fish survived a disaster, it sprayed water toward Chen Chuyang; a jet of water shot straight.

Its power was not weak, like a sharp sword; the ground was pierced with a hole, and if it truly struck the body, it would likely pierce through.

Seeing this, Chen Chuyang's smile grew thicker: "Good fellows, all wanting to kill the master; looks like if I don't give you a lesson, you truly don't know who calls the shots on Longshe Shan."

"I originally wanted to have fun with you, but you're inhumane; don't blame me for being unrighteous."

Hmph—

Little fish, how laughable, you dare provoke your master; I think you've eaten too much feces and become arrogant.

He reached out and pinched.

The water flow in the entire fish pond stopped; the fish inside all ceased moving, as if frozen in place, a terrifying aura making them tremble, daring not to resist; those who resist die.

The fear of death made the white fish show a panicked expression, wanting to wiggle its tail to escape control, but no matter how it moved, its whole body was locked, the surrounding water constantly compressing, forcing it, rendering it unable to move.

The white fish finally felt fear; its big, doe‑like eyes pleaded, constantly flashing crystal.

A scoop with his palm made the whole fish pond tremble; those fish could finally move, scattering to hide at the bottom, not daring to surface or provoke this master Chen Chuyang's anger, for they all knew Chen Chuyang's terror—this master held their life and death, how many brothers had been sold or eaten, all at his hand.

The white fish was pinched; Chen Chuyang lifted it to look, appreciating it well: its scales were snow‑white, where flesh met scale a hint of red appeared—this red was different, not ordinary red.

Looking further inside the fish's body, that bone had become fierce, unlike an ordinary carp; deep in the spine, an added dignity appeared, unlike that of the other fish in the pond.

Huh?

"This aura? Not something a little carp could possess."

That aura was like that of some terrifying fierce beast, very strong; even Chen Chuyang's soul was shaken by it.

It was truly strong.

Unfortunately, the bloodline is too thin to unleash the true terror of this aura.

Chen Chuyang probed with his Spiritual Sense, found nothing special; it was a bloodline mutation of the carp.

"Bloodline mutation, strange—this fish doesn't seem to be from my fish pond."

"Looks like it could be my fish, but how could it have this bloodline?"

One principle of bloodline mutation is that one inherently possesses another bloodline, encounters an opportunity, awakens, and thus acquires another bloodline.

This is atavism; the ancestor's bloodline was passed down, which can also be called a kind of mutation.

Another true bloodline mutation is forcibly fusing with another bloodline, giving birth to a new bloodline.

For example, by devouring part of the body of a powerful demon beast, one thereby meets this condition.

But there is nothing like that in the fish pond.

How did this carp mutate?

Its quality also broke through to second grade, no longer the common first‑grade spirit fish in the pond.

Second grade, a qualitative breakthrough.

Such a breakthrough is a leap in life; the mutated bloodline makes this carp's water‑control divine ability even stronger.

Carp are naturally adept at the Way of Water.

"Speak, how did you mutate?"

"Are you from my pond, or did you come from elsewhere?"

The origin of this fish is strange; Chen Chuyang cannot be certain of its source.

He interrogated it thoroughly.

For a fish of unknown origin that dares to act against him, Chen Chuyang naturally will not be polite.

The white carp blinked, its big eyes staring at Chen Chuyang, feigning madness.

Blink, blink, blink again.

As if it couldn't understand Chen Chuyang's words.

"No need to act; I know you can understand me—second‑grade spirit fish, or mutated bloodline, should have given birth to spiritual intelligence."

"Before me, all your actions are futile."

"You won't talk, right?"

"Good, I most like a fish with backbone."

He raised his hand and swung at the fish.

Papapa—

After several slaps, the white carp was dazed; those slaps completely left it dumbfounded.

Those eyes looked at Chen Chuyang in disbelief; it's still a child—how could he abuse it?

Compared to human age, it's at most a two‑year‑old child, yet Chen Chuyang strikes so cruelly.

"Will you speak or not?"

Papapa—

The white carp hasn't opened its mouth, and it cannot open its mouth.

It still can't speak.

"You won't talk, fine."

Papapapa—

The white carp: "???" I still can't speak—what do you want me to say?

Poor thing, it had only just advanced to second‑grade spirit fish not long ago, and now it must endure this torment, driven mad.

It wriggled its body, blinking constantly, telling Chen Chuyang it cannot speak.

In Chen Chuyang's eyes, it was merely a desperate resistance, firmly refusing to speak.

In Chen Chuyang's eyes, it was a desperate resistance, firmly refusing to speak.

I love your hard-bonedness, little carp; you are the hardest-boned fish I've ever seen, without equal.

To commend your hard-bonedness, I've decided to reward you well.

He raised his right hand, circulating a bit of true qi.

He dared not use true qi; the little carp's body couldn't withstand his slap.

Chen Chuyang still knew what was important.

Papapa!

Papapa!

He kept slapping, delivering many slaps, till the carp's body turned red and swollen.

Its whole body, except for the fish head being pinched, was swollen.

It looked just like a fat carp.

Goo-goo-goo.

In pain, the white carp writhed, opened its mouth wanting to speak, but could not utter a word.

Chen Chuyang blinked, looking at the little carp, suddenly realizing: 'You mean you want to say you still can't speak?'

The little carp nodded, it wanted to cry; I've reminded you for so long, you finally realize.

'You should have said earlier; if you can't speak, why didn't you say so earlier? If you hadn't said it earlier, how would I know?'

'Next time, if you have something to say, say it properly, okay?'

Little carp: '……' I still can't speak, what do you want me to say?

The little carp was about to go crazy; this man truly is its lifelong enemy.

Even though it's only a second-grade spirit fish, not a great demon nor a demon king, how could it speak?

You don't even know basic common sense, yet you... treat me like this.

Papapa!

The little carp lifted its head, astonished.

???

With a question mark over its head, it asked Chen Chuyang why he kept hitting it.

Chen Chuyang said embarrassedly: 'It just happened to be handy, hahaha, sorry, sorry.'

Having slapped the left side, I can't not slap the right side.

So.

Papapa!

Left behind was a disheveled little carp, dazedly looking at Chen Chuyang, a question mark above its head.

What happened? Why must it encounter such a man, good heavens; it thought meeting him was an opportunity to soar, but who knew it would meet such a problematic man, and even be caught by him, it's really going crazy.

'Symmetrical now, it looks comfortable this way.'

Little carp: '……' Go away, I don't want to see you.

If you have OCD, go get treatment; don't come harm me.