Chapter 220

"Today the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful; it is suitable for fishing."

There was just this headless and tailless sentence on the jade paper, and then there was nothing else.

Wei Yuan looked at it over and over for a long time, then looked around—where was the figure of Grand Uncle-Master Zhu? He couldn't find anyone to ask even if he wanted to.

If Zhu Yuanjin didn't want to be discovered, it would be difficult for Wei Yuan's perception to detect her. But now Wei Yuan could see that this Grand Uncle-Master was clearly of the Zhigu Sect, liking to play word games, saying one part and leaving nine, everywhere setting riddles and letting disciples figure it out themselves.

When Wei Yuan was still concentrating on his studies, it was the time when the Dingxin Sect and the Zhigu Sect were fighting fiercely, with both sides exchanging sharp words every day, being extremely impolite to each other.

For example, during class, a teacher publicly declared that there was nothing that couldn't be written clearly, only things that couldn't be thought through. If one could write a smooth and clear article, one must have thought very clearly.

Conversely, all those who played word games, didn't say everything, said one part and left nine, and exalted the ancient while suppressing the modern, were people who hadn't learned clearly themselves and were afraid that others would see it, so they deliberately spoke in an obscure and difficult-to-understand way, letting others figure it out themselves. Even if others figured it out, it actually had nothing to do with the person who wrote it.

Since arriving in the Azure Void, Zhang Sheng had changed quite a bit in this regard, and Wei Yuan hadn't been in contact with elders of Zhu Yuanjin's style for a long time.

Fishing? How to fish, what to fish for?

Wei Yuan knew how to fish, especially skilled at luck fishing. Now the array was there, and the bait was there, but the problem was what to fish for and what bait to use. Wei Yuan had a lot of bait in his hands; once some bait was released, it wouldn't be fishing anymore, but simply fishing for heaven and earth, which could be a textbook example of courting death for future generations.

Although he hated digging deep pits and playing word games in his heart, Wei Yuan still had to accompany her to play this game. He counted the bait in his hands.

Don't even think about the Moon Laurel Immortal Branch; this was originally an object for the Tinghai Xianjun to fish in the Western Regions, and it wasn't alive at that time. Now the vitality of the immortal branch had been formed, and it would be about the same to fish for the Tinghai Xianjun instead.

The young girl Yin-Yang? Wei Yuan shuddered and hurriedly cleared away this dangerous thought.

Both Heavenly Star Dragon Kui were mutated, and their own status was not bad; they could be used when they grew up, but not now.

Xu Wenwu? This seemed not bad...

After going through everything, Wei Yuan found that what was relatively special and rare in this realm was the Underworld Soil dug back from the Nether Cold Realm. This thing could be exchanged in the Grand Tai Tai Chu Gong's merit system and was marked at a very high price.

Wei Yuan took out the array plate, manifested a bit of Underworld Soil in the center, and then input Dao power to activate it. This array plate was bestowed by the Tinghai Xianjun that day; after the Tinghai Xianjun's magic power was used up, it lost its status, but the material was still quite good.

The Underworld Soil itself had a high enough status, and Wei Yuan added a strand of advanced Azure Qi; after such an improvement, there should be an effect.

After doing all this, Wei Yuan had just put away the array plate when he suddenly felt something in his heart, looked up, and saw a touch of dark red appearing in the void, and then a sticky and damp thin mist fell toward Wei Yuan.

As soon as the red mist appeared, Wei Yuan smelled a foul, fishy odor, like the smell of food and rotting corpses piled together after being left for a few days, full of the aura of decay, collapse, chaos, and madness. Dozens of human faces appeared faintly in the red mist; Wei Yuan looked at them and discovered that they were all soldiers under Song Chao, and one of the distorted human faces was Song Chao.

Wei Yuan's heart moved, and he and his horse instantly shifted ten zhang. But the red mist still appeared above his head and continued to fall, as if Wei Yuan had never moved at all.

Wei Yuan's heart raced; this black blood rot mist was like it was born with him, naturally belonging with him. This feeling was different from the Shaman tribe's blood curse, which had a clear locking mechanism, or karma, or luck, or simply geography. But this blood mist had no locking at all, just appearing above his head, which was very unreasonable. The last similar scene was a gift from heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan didn't dodge anymore, letting the blood mist touch his body, instantly feeling his body become a bit heavier, and both his flesh and Primordial Spirit aged slightly. When the blood mist entered the sea of consciousness, it turned into hundreds of resentful souls, flying around.

What is this? A ghost that won't leave?

Wei Yuan was not someone who would let fate control him, and the Grand Tai Tai Chu Gong had plenty of methods to deal with resentful ghosts and residual souls. Just as he was searching his memory, preparing to pick a few Dao spells to destroy the ghosts, all the resentful souls seemed to have suddenly found their target, all flying into the Yushan and throwing themselves into the black pool.

The black pool rippled, and then it was calm again; the damage to Wei Yuan's body and Primordial Spirit was all repaired, as if it had never appeared.

The shadow in the middle of the moon moved slightly, releasing a strand of advanced black Qi, which hung in front of Wei Yuan.

Having obtained heavenly luck again, Wei Yuan didn't know why he couldn't be happy. The last time he obtained heavenly luck, it was by sacrificing the residual soul of the Xu family's Dharma Form. This time, it was Song Chao and others' resentful souls that wouldn't leave, entangling Wei Yuan, only to be absorbed by the black pool in the Yushan. And the formation of the black pool was the gathering of the residual souls of tens of thousands of Shaman warriors.

Now Wei Yuan was certain that the black pool and the shadow in the middle of the moon were inseparable.

When studying Heaven and Earth Theory and Luck Theory in the Grand Tai Tai Chu Gong, the teacher had repeatedly warned not to touch the realm of souls unless one reached the Imperial View, and not to touch things like soul detention or reincarnation. The teacher spoke solemnly, but didn't say why, only saying that when your cultivation realm reached it, you would naturally understand.

Wei Yuan's mood was a bit heavy, feeling faintly that he had touched something he shouldn't have.

It was just that this was not something he could control, so he could only put it aside for the time being and return to the domain first.

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With this batch of military grain in hand, it could basically last until the new grain matured. However, Wei Yuan didn't intend to stop there, but wanted to buy a few more batches, and incidentally see if he could buy something else. Anyway, there was still some immortal silver left from the secret treasury of Xu Jingfeng's father, so it was good to hoard more grain.

In the first transaction between the two sides, Yue Qilin certainly had more resources in his hands and couldn't have released them all in the first time. If Wei Yuan stopped here, the relationship would slowly fade. So Wei Yuan prepared to do business in small batches several times; with this back and forth, the relationship would become deeper and deeper. This is what is called widely forming evil karma.

At this time, ten thousand miles away, several cultivators were walking in the deep mountains and old forests. They were dressed strangely, all carrying wooden backpacks, and the tools in their hands were all different.

They walked along, catching insects and flies, picking herbs and trees, and occasionally taking some soil and stream water.

The leading cultivator suddenly stopped and took out an array plate from his bosom. This array plate had a strange shape, as if it were a white jade bowl, and in the bowl was a pitch-black little person the size of a finger, who was making "yi-yi ya-ya" sounds, constantly pointing toward the northwest.

The cultivator was stunned at first, then overjoyed: "I really didn't expect that there would be Underworld Soil in the Western Regions, and the quantity is not small! Heaven is truly helping me!"

A cultivator said, "Where there is Underworld Soil, there must be danger; should we notify the several senior brothers of the Heaven-Crafting Hall and go explore together?"

The leading cultivator waved his hand and said, "No need! Today the feng shui is excellent; it is suitable to eat alone!"

(End of chapter)