Chapter 143: The Silver Piglet

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“Although this crystal fishing line is impressive, ten thousand Spirit Stones is really…” The old man in the black robe hesitated for a long time. Without obtaining the Water Qilin, he would instead have to compensate Xinghai a hefty sum.

“This is a top-grade fishing rod; the crystal line contains considerable divine power, and the price is set by the Sage,” the middle-aged beauty said lightly.

With just those words, the old man in black was left speechless. He decisively pulled out the Spirit Stones, then furrowed his brows as he descended from the Immortal Cloud Terrace. He needed to calm down.

“Heh heh…”

A young man in purple clothing chuckled lightly. Handsome and refined, his aura was exceptional. On his head rested an exquisitely crafted purple jade, from which countless strands of mysterious energy drifted.

This was the Fate Jade, also known as the Destiny Jade, a rarity in the world.

As the name implies, this jade brings good fortune. Wearing it, the purple-clad youth had already caught more than a dozen mountain-sea spirits, making him the most successful here.

His status was not ordinary; neighboring Gui Qingzhong’s domain, he controlled the largest Immortal Cloud Cluster in this area.

“Top-tier mountain-sea spirits can bite through crystal lines. Xinghai’s Sacred Mansion must know this; otherwise, how could such precious mountain-sea spirits be freely caught by outsiders? In the past two years, Xinghai has made a fortune from Spirit Stone revenue.”

As the youth spoke, he glanced casually toward Gui Qingzhong. She was calm as water, focused entirely on fishing, showing no reaction to his remarks.

He felt a slight disappointment.

The Spirit Emperor and his father were among the Ten Supreme Rulers and had arranged a marriage in their youth. Gui Qingzhong was destined to be his wife.

Today, he purposely sat beside her, but she simply rolled up her sleeves and fished without a single word.

The purple-clad youth shook his head, recalling his mother’s countless reminders before coming out.

Her coldness surely complicated matters, but judging by her snow-white smooth skin and slender, graceful figure, he wondered how beautiful she must be without the mask.

It couldn’t be anything less than stunning.

“Is there really so much Immortal Cloud here?”

Feng Shang, carrying a black swallowing blade on his back, rode a jade-green rainbow from afar. Though he had anticipated it, seeing it with his own eyes still left him stunned.

From the near sea to high above, clouds of Immortal Clouds stretched everywhere. Here, a cloud just a few feet wide was considered large. Many cultivators fishing here sat upright on cloud patches no bigger than a basin, their sleeves empty.

“Every inch is precious.”

Feng Shang sighed in admiration. Fortunately, he never put himself in a difficult position. He had lavishly spent thousands of gold coins with Xu Nanbai to secure a fifty-foot Immortal Cloud, where he could lie down and fish at will.

Flying toward his cloud, he passed by some others and showed a look of surprise.

None of the figures occupying the larger Immortal Clouds in this area were ordinary.

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A middle-aged man wrapped in red flames stood tall at over seven feet. His eyes seemed to contain the sun, moon, stars, and ancient volcanoes, his aura immensely powerful. Approaching him, even the void was scorched and warped.

He was a high-level cultivator, also here to fish!

But his luck seemed poor—his Spirit Pool contained only two mountain-sea spirits.

“A handsome little fellow,”

Passing over a ten-foot Immortal Cloud, Feng Shang noticed a woman in a pale purple palace robe. In front of her lay a jade qin and a pot of fragrant tea, wafting delicate aromas. Seeing Feng Shang, her beautiful eyes shimmered with surprise, and she smiled gently.

Feng Shang gave her a strange glance—completely unfamiliar—and quickly flew away.

The purple-robed woman’s eyes gleamed with color as she watched his retreating figure, pondering deeply, as if sensing something unusual about him.

“There is a restriction on this Immortal Cloud fishing platform; only the corresponding token can unlock it. The one I chose comes complete with fishing rods and a Spirit Pool.”

Feng Shang hovered before a fifty-foot Immortal Cloud, speaking to himself as he took out a golden token. A beam of golden light illuminated the cloud, instantly dissolving the bubble of energy above it.

Inside were two top-grade fishing rods, pure white and half a zhang long, radiating a faint glow. The tips bore no fishing lines or hooks, only embedded with dazzling crystal stones.

“Whoosh!”

Feng Shang flicked one rod.

Instantly, the crystal stone shone brightly, drawing out a slender crystal line that swiftly passed through the Immortal Cloud.

“Hmm, I heard these are top-grade rods made by the Sage’s standard. They don’t require bait to attract mountain-sea spirits, but the secret of how remains unknown to outsiders.”

Feng Shang murmured, observing his surroundings. He lightly traced a finger along the crystal line; a brilliant aura flowed straight down the thread unnoticed by others, entering the vast star sea.

Closing his eyes, he communicated with his spiritual sense, conjuring energy from nothingness.

“I want to see why this crystal line can attract mountain-sea spirits.”

Feng Shang’s spiritual sense followed the conjured energy, diving into the boundless star sea.

The crystal line, slender and drawn from a small crystal stone, seemed endless. Once in the star sea, it instantly spread thousands of miles below.

“The star sea is vast, measured in light years. This ocean of spiritual energy affects divine consciousness. With my spiritual strength, I can only cover a radius of ten miles…”

From the glowing aura at the line’s end, Feng Shang’s voice emerged.

“Huh? A great demon!”

Suddenly, Feng Shang looked into the distance.

A star ancient shark was training—a shark-headed humanoid with a robust physique. Its aura was close to that of a Rebellion Slayer, sitting cross-legged in a beautiful coral forest. As it opened its mouth, spiritual energy surged in from all directions.

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Without disturbing it, the crystal thread floated by, moving into deeper waters.

“What is that…”

Feng Shang’s eyes fixed on a silver piglet, lively and innocent. It trotted upon a patch of snow-white cloud energy. Noticing the crystal thread, it didn’t shy away but eagerly approached.

Xu Nanbai’s dossier described:

Mountain-sea spirit Shenzhi is a rare herb. The top-grade form takes human shape, mid-grade takes the form of livestock, and low-grade resembles grass or stones. They are covered by cloud energy at their feet. These spirits are nurtured and can break through life’s boundaries!

The six livestock are: horse, ox, sheep, chicken, dog, pig.

“This silver piglet must be a Shenzhi, and a mid-grade one at that!”

Feng Shang’s eyes shone brightly as he directed the conjured energy along the crystal line, swiftly approaching the creature.

The silver piglet neither fled nor avoided; it remained curious, moving its clumsy little hooves and twitching its round nose, entirely unaware of danger.

“Come!”

Feng Shang commanded.

The silver piglet was wrapped up like a dumpling. Its two clear eyes sparkled, honest and docile, showing no resistance, which made one feel somewhat reluctant.

“Goo goo goo…”

Beneath the Immortal Cloud, the sea churned.

Feng Shang opened his eyes, smiling. He lifted the fishing rod, swiftly retracting the crystal line, bringing up a shining silver piglet that looked around in bewilderment.

This immediately attracted the attention of nearby cultivators.

“Silver piglet? What kind of mountain-sea spirit is that? Could it be Dang Kang? No, Dang Kang is pig-shaped, but its fur is nowhere near this silver sheen,” someone exclaimed in surprise.

“Did he just settle down?”

On a nearby small Immortal Cloud, a fishing cultivator stared in amazement. He had noticed Feng Shang earlier. Such a large cloud cost a fortune and wasn’t something just anyone could afford, so he took an extra look.

What surprised him most was that Feng Shang had only just sat down yet had already caught a mountain-sea spirit.