Chapter 238: More Than Ten Days

October 26th, sunny.

The third day of surviving on a deserted island.

The sea surface remains empty and vast; no sign of any ships has been discovered.

This place seems to be shrouded in a strange power; not only is satellite communication cut off, but even the communicator the Spirit Sect gave me receives no response. And this is clearly no ordinary remote deserted island; I also don't know why those two dragon whales brought me here.

But life here is quite comfortable; at least I have Qingqing for company, so even if it's just three meals a day and killing time, it's not boring at all.

Let me record today's experiences.

I cooked a pot of seafood porridge this morning; it was very fragrant.

Besides that, today's main tasks were decorating the house and building water channels and pools.

Because a storm might be coming.

I spent two hours in the morning searching, but I didn't find any underground fresh water nearby. However, there's no need to draw water from the lake anymore, even though the lake water is quite clear, because I discovered a small stream formed by a mountain spring near the lake.

Haha, wisdom is mine.

However, building the water channel was more difficult than I imagined because I had to clear a path first, removing weeds and debris. Later, I thought I could use a trench-digging Spell to compress the soil and create a channel; once the soil was compacted and impermeable, the water flowing through would be cleaner. Unfortunately, the distance was too long, and the water that flowed through at first was inevitably a bit murky.

Perhaps it will slowly become clear later.

But as a diligent person who strives for perfection, I want to keep everything firmly in my own hands.

So I chose to block the channel and redesign some mechanisms that would allow most of the mud and dust to settle halfway, just like a normal stream, and then fill two pools with stones so that impurities in the water could settle into the gaps between the stones, while the excess water would flow into the sea.

Successfully solved.

I now have a clear bathing pool and a dishwashing sink with a constant flow of fresh water.

I really am a genius.

A day's Joy comes from this.

I hope no obscure animal will pee in it halfway... I'll change it to bamboo later and suspend it in the air.

The way Qingqing looks at me is a bit strange.

This idiot.

Can't be bothered to pay her any mind.

I am a magnanimous person who doesn't hold grudges against the petty, so I forgive her.

Lunch menu: Spicy Shrimp.

I went to the volcano again in the afternoon.

I explored the lake this time, but still had no harvest; this is just an ordinary volcanic lake, without even any geothermal phenomena.

Still didn't see any sign of exotic beasts.

I left a large fish for it next to its nest, hoping it would visit me if it saw it; this is politeness.

The southeast direction is still shrouded by the Thunderstorm Cloud.

Still flew back to the residence.

Flying is truly one of humanity's ultimate dreams; this feeling is just wonderful. I really want to reach the Sixth Stage soon and learn a flight-type Spell, then I can take Qingqing flying everywhere for fun; just thinking about it is wonderful.

Dinner menu: Seafood noodles.

The seafood noodles were clearly very fresh, yet Qingqing didn't seem to like them much. This person, she only knows how to eat sour things.

It is very quiet tonight.

At least it is very quiet as I write this.

I'll write up to here for now; I'm going to cultivate with Qingqing.

October 27th, sunny.

The early morning is so cool.

After getting up and walking out, the first thing I saw when I looked back was my little house; it looks so good, colorful and vibrant, it would sell for at least several thousand per square meter.

I am truly an artist.

In the morning, I set a few traps in the dense forest, placed a few fish baskets by the sea, and enclosed a few shallows. Haha, if nothing goes wrong, we won't have to go into the water to catch fish or go up the mountain to hunt and will still have a constant supply of food to eat.

I am truly full of anticipation.

Qingqing is looking at me with strange eyes again.

This foolish woman.

I had to explain the principles of these things to her and elaborate on their benefits; this is for food and survival, not childish play.

I don't know if she understood, but anyway, I told her that whatever is in the traps, fish baskets, and shallows tomorrow is what we will eat. She even asked me what if there is nothing; haha, how is that possible, if I can't catch anything, I won't eat.

This person...

I can't be bothered to talk about her.

The pickled fish at noon was a bit salty; it's all Qingqing's fault for acting on a whim, as this pickled cabbage was supposed to be soaked for a night. But she still finished it and even said it was delicious, though this isn't a big Surprise; her palate has long since been shaped by me.

I went to explore this island again in the afternoon.

Still no discoveries.

Also, still unable to contact the outside world.

Going to cultivate.

……

October 28th, sunny.

The traps yielded nothing.

There were only a few small fish and tiny shrimp in the fish baskets, not even a mouthful in total; I fried them and ate them.

Very fragrant.

Just a bit hungry.

What is hateful is that I am a person who keeps his word and follows through, but Qingqing keeps pestering me, wanting to eat chopped chili fish. There is no help for it; in the process of making chopped chili fish, I must taste the flavor, right? This cannot be counted as breaking my word.

I am still a person who keeps his word and follows through.

This afternoon I spent two hours adjusting my trap strategy and setting more traps, hoping to have some harvest tomorrow. I still believe that having a stable and convenient food source on this isolated island is the most important thing.

Exploring the island still yielded no results.

Qingqing said I only did it to fly down from the volcano, which made me very sad. I did it all to leave this place as soon as possible; how could she think of me like that?

Fine, she is calling me to practice again.

……

October 29th, sunny.

The traps still yielded nothing.

The fish basket still only had small fish and small shrimp.

But it does not matter; I said yesterday that I could only eat what was caught in the traps and the fish basket, I did not say today, so I can still eat a seafood feast today.

This morning was extremely boring.

It must be that I was too diligent the past two days and finished almost everything, so I cannot find anything to do.

I really am a diligent person.

This afternoon I found clay and started firing pottery, but it was not until I built the kiln that I realized: first, my kiln was built with major problems, and second, I did not need to build a kiln at all, as my True Fire Technique could provide a higher temperature than the kiln.

Haha, Qingqing laughed at me again.

Going to practice.

……

October 30th, sunny.

Why is it always sunny?

I have already finished repairing the house; why hasn't the storm come yet?

What is going on with that Thunderstorm Cloud in the distance? Why is it motionless? Is it coming or not?

Today I found a jellyfish in a puddle on the shore and made a hot and sour jellyfish; the taste was average, but the seafood shrimp fried rice I made was okay. As expected, the most delicious thing in this world is still high-carb staple food. It is just that the rice and flour that Qingqing and I brought are limited and very precious, so we have to eat sparingly; usually, we can only use cheap lobsters and king crabs to satisfy our hunger.

I have decided—

Tomorrow I am going to the northernmost end of the island to take a look and further explore this island; hmm, I will run there, just consider it exercise.

It is only one or two hundred kilometers; although I am a Spirit Cultivator, it is not too far.

If I don't go, I'm a dog.

……

Woof woof woof.

Woof Woof Woof.

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November 2nd, sunny.

The traps still yielded nothing.

The fish basket still only had small fish and small shrimp.

Everything is in other shallows, but only small fish and small shrimp are in the shallows I enclosed.

What is going on?

Are these things brain-dead? Such a big trap and fish basket, and they don't know to go in? And those that were stranded, they even pick and choose before getting stranded?

Forget it, forget it.

At least I turned over a new leaf today and won't hold it against them.

Because today I gritted my teeth and ran all the way along the beach to the northernmost end of the island; the one-way trip took nearly three hours.

I am exhausted.

I took the other side on the way back, and because my physical strength dropped, it took nearly five hours.

Exhausted, exhausted, I am still so tired now.

I am a Fifth-tier Practitioner, and also a Third Stage Martial Artist—no, I used to be a Third Stage Martial Artist; as cultivation advances, physical fitness also improves, so if I were to take the test now, I should be at the Fourth Rank. To think I still ran for so long and was exhausted so miserably.

Have I been lax in my training this past year?

Anyway, regardless, those Martial Artists, Martial Cultivators, and Sword Cultivators are all perverts.

Result of this exploration: dug up a pile of bird eggs.

Going to practice.

The exploration had no results, but practice cannot be neglected.

……

November 3rd, sunny.

It is getting more and more boring.

I have listened to the songs on my Mobile Phone over and over again, and I don't want to listen to them anymore.

I asked Qingqing to play an online game, but I was rejected. She sits on that rock every day; isn't she bored?

Still cannot contact the outside world.

Still no ships passing by.

Eating seafood every day, I am starting to get a little tired of it.

Today I cleaned the bird eggs I dug up yesterday, added starch, and fried an egg pancake; the egg pancake is really delicious.

Want to eat Twice-cooked Pork.

Want to eat Braised Pork.

I want to eat pea tips and spinach.

……

November 4th, light rain.

It finally rained.

But why wasn't it a heavy downpour?

This makes my meticulously crafted shelter useless; it doesn't show off my genius.

Sigh……

The rain disrupted my plans.

Originally, I had planned to go to the volcano to sleep today—if I didn't dream, I could confirm there are no Square Body there. As for other places, it's impossible for me to sleep across the entire island; if I had that kind of time, I might as well think about how to sleep with Qingqing.

However, because of the rain……

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What the hell!!

How did this woman learn to stand at the window and peek like me?

I hope she didn't see what I just wrote.

Tomorrow, I will clip a banana leaf onto the window so she can't see through it. Hmm, I'll only make one for myself.

Going to cultivate.

……

November 5th, light rain.

The rain only lasted through the morning.

At noon, I boiled a few red-haired crabs to eat; the taste was very good, no fishy smell, very fresh, just a bit bland.

I gave Qingqing a ceramic bowl I fired myself, but she refused it, saying the bowl I made was ugly. This deeply hurt my fragile heart. As the first person in the world to experience the pottery I made with my own hands, shouldn't she feel honored?

I will record this grudge.

In the afternoon, I built a swing.

Exploring the island still yielded no results.

I went to the volcano to sleep for over ten minutes and had a dream.

I dreamed of the time when Qingqing and I were in Children School; I told her everyone has ***, and she felt inferior for a long time.

This is truly a pain in my heart.

I am sorry to her.

It cancels out with the matter from this morning.

The Thunderstorm Cloud in the southeast of the island still exists, standing still, exactly the same as when I first saw it. It seems it is not a thunderstorm cloud; it is very likely related to the power that isolates this place from the outside world, and also related to the rumbling sounds at night before. I don't know exactly what it is.

Is it shielding something?

As I write this, that direction has once again sounded with the long-lost rumbling, and there are flashes of light. If it weren't for the mountain roads being hard to walk on after the rain, I would really like to go take a look.

……

November 6th, overcast.

It rained lightly for two days, and the temperature has dropped.

It seems autumn has arrived here too.

This morning, I went into the mountains to catch a rabbit and found some wild vegetables. When I got back, I made spicy pickled rabbit and stir-fried wild vegetables with eggs. It was so delicious. I'm starting to understand the feeling written in some books about being "so poor one can only eat seafood." Eating this stuff every day really doesn't work.

It's a good thing I brought rice, flour, and oil.

I just went to find Qingqing. On such a cold day, I wanted to keep warm with Qingqing and wait for tomorrow's sunrise together, but I was kicked out by her.

Heartless woman.

I will try again tomorrow.

Ah, I really want to eat Twice-cooked Pork.

If I don't have Twice-cooked Pork, I'm going to die.

I have decided—

Tomorrow morning, I'll dig a pit to make an ice cellar, and in the afternoon, I'll go find that Sword pig for meat, and find some edible wild vegetables and fungi, while continuing to explore the island.

？？？

Why is this woman peeking at me again? If she wants me to cultivate, why doesn't she just open her mouth and call? What is the deal with standing by the window and staring the whole time?

Going to cultivate.

Wait, where is my banana leaf window?

How did it change back to the original one?

Cultivation finished, adding a few more sentences—

Case solved: the banana leaf window was taken by her and installed on her own window.

This female thief!

I have to make another one tomorrow……