Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 I Really Just Want to Go Sea Fishing

Su Ping quickly finished reading all the letters.

He compared the contents of each letter to judge their reliability.

This time, in addition to the Merit Stele mentioned by his fellow disciple, there was another piece of information provided by an acquaintance that Su Ping kept in mind.

It was from Deacon Yun of the same Outer Sect period who had previously invited him along, who unexpectedly returned to the Immortal Sect alone, covered in wounds.

According to his account, after their group went to the abandoned ore veins harboring the Abnormal Beast,

they had already driven out the Qilin bloodline beast and had even captured it, only at the cost of injuries to three people.

The entire operation could be described as perfect.

However, before Deacon Yun and the others could celebrate, they were ambushed by a group of Tribulation Cultivators!

Only Deacon Yun, using an Escape Talisman bestowed by an Inner Sect Disciple who favored him, managed to escape.

The rest of his companions fell under the magical artifacts of those Tribulation Cultivators.

The Qilin bloodline beast was also taken by those Tribulation Cultivators.

At first, everyone thought it was a minor incident.

Unexpectedly, it was later deemed to involve a rivalry among Inner Sect Disciples, as someone knew Deacon Yun was capturing the Qilin bloodline beast for an Inner Sect Disciple to cultivate divine skills.

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Thus, they sent someone to follow and intentionally sabotage it!

What’s more, it was later linked to a conflict involving True Disciples, with the two Inner Sect Disciples siding with different True Inheritors!

“Has the infighting within the Immortal Sect become public and intense?”

Su Ping frowned and muttered, increasingly unable to understand what the higher-ups of the Immortal Sect were doing.

After all, the nine elders of the Immortal Sect were all direct disciples of Immortal Chi Yuan.

Were they just watching as the Immortal Sect descended into chaos?

Or had they actually entered the fray themselves?

Could it really be a mere stopgap measure, revealing their true colors once Immortal Chi Yuan’s stabilizer was no longer present?

Recalling the history of the Chi Yuan Immortal Sect, Su Ping began to feel uneasy.

Thousands of years ago, the Central Domain where the Immortal Sect was located consisted of the Thirty-Six Countries, which were endlessly waging war against each other.

It was Immortal Chi Yuan who emerged, wielding a three-foot green blade sweeping through the Thirty-Six Countries, establishing the dominant Chi Yuan Immortal Sect in the Central Domain!

Since then, no other major force could intercede within the sect, even the Immortal Cultivation Families all originated from the sect itself.

Everyone in the Immortal Sect Territory, regardless of age, weakness, or nobility, could enter the Immortal Ascension Conference to test for immortal fate.

However, it was rumored that Immortal Chi Yuan had ascended a thousand years ago.

The current bearer of the name, Immortal Chi Yuan, was the most senior disciple back then.

Known for a temperament identical to the former, vehement and domineering, uncompromising!

Furthermore, he was quite partial, as it was rumored that the Nine Elders only became direct disciples for a hundred years, advancing from the Early Period to Golden Core Perfection.

It was due to the favoritism of Immortal Chi Yuan.

Such favoritism, while the bigshot was still around, naturally went unchallenged, with no one daring to mutter a word of discontent.

But now, Immortal Chi Yuan had not emerged from seclusion for at least fifty years…

The more secretive news could probably only be known by those elders.

If really something had gone wrong with Immortal Chi Yuan… the more favoritism there was back then, the more accumulated jealousy and hatred there would be.

Adding up the various contradictions over dissatisfaction with the division of resources and interests over the years.

The day when the Nine Direct Disciples may also perform acts of filial piety is probably not far off!

“Maybe I should also consider moving to an island.”

Su Ping was a person who liked to plan ahead.

Having this thought, he was not planning to go to the Yun Family.

After all, if he really decided to go to an island, it was naturally better to go to a place where fewer Cultivators knew him.

He happened to have a Transmission Spell.

Why not first take a trip to an island, find a safe place, and seal a Wen Bird there as a secure transmission point.

That way, even if a terrifying mutation occurred in Golden Sparrow City, he could directly teleport to the island to continue surviving.

Even after the mutation had passed, he could disguise himself as a Loose Cultivator and sneak back to Frost Moon Lake to fish.

“He just hoped that even if the terrain changed and all life perished, his fishing game could carry on as usual.”

Once he thought of it, he did it.

Realizing there was a slight chance that the occurrences above were not just an act of grand strategy but perhaps real trouble brewing.

Su Ping no longer wanted to stay at Frost Moon Villa for another moment.

He wanted to go to the seaside, to go sea fishing, to find an island with sparse spiritual energy to set up a safe point before he could feel at ease.

Su Ping immediately summoned his maidservant Ping’er and the manager, informing them that he would be leaving for a while to go fishing in the sea.

Although it was unexpected that the respected inspector would finally tire of fishing in the lake and plan to fish in the ocean,

they naturally dared not ask too much, simply bowing their heads to remember Su Ping’s instructions, then silently withdrew to handle their tasks.

Su Ping changed into a fisherman’s outfit and called out the Spiritual Rats, White and Grey, to hide inside his sleeves.

Then, with a swift movement, he directly left Frost Moon Villa through the window.

Along the way, Su Ping noticed the scene of the Magic Meeting in the suburbs of Golden Sparrow City, where a large expanse of land was filled with laborers building temples of various sizes.

It seemed these temples were donated by wealthy families of Golden Sparrow City.

To speed up the construction, they couldn’t employ enough loose cultivators and martial artists, so they reluctantly added several extra scoops of coarse sugar to the laborers’ drinking water.

It was the only way to keep the laborers working hard in the heat without faltering.

Su Ping only glanced at it, his steps unceasing as he moved along the official road, distancing himself from Golden Sparrow City.

With no convoy to slow him down,

Su Ping found himself unexpectedly catching up to the distant Yun Family convoy.

After hesitating, worried about being mistaken for a tribulation cultivator stalking them, Su Ping simply chose to take a detour and change his path.

This also spared him the trouble of being recognized in the same sea area.

A day later,

with the sound of a gunshot!

Accompanied by countless frightened birds flying away from the forest,

a demon bird with a wingspan of over five meters fell from the sky, breaking branches as it crashed to the ground.

Whoo-whoo-whoo!

This was a large bird with a green body, its cultivation about at the second or third layer of Qi Cultivation.

Confident in its ability to fly, the large bird didn’t flee upon seeing Su Ping. Instead, it circled in the air, eyeing Su Ping.

It seemed to be the demon beast’s instinct, sensing that the Spiritual Rat in Su Ping’s sleeve was a great supplement for it!

Su Ping was just passing by, but seeing that the bird was so oblivious, did it really think he couldn’t handle it?

Su Ping promptly took advantage of the moment the bird lowered its altitude slightly, leaping instantly to perch atop a large tree’s crown.

He then pulled out a double-barreled shotgun and fired at the bird in the air.

With Su Ping’s eyesight and reflexes, the moment the gunshot sounded, the large bird’s abdomen had already been shot.

And then it turned into a painfully rolling bird on the ground.

Su Ping put away the double-barreled shotgun and switched to enhanced pistols to finish the job.

The bird’s head had barely touched the ground and hadn’t recovered from the dizziness when it was hit by one bullet after another, shattering its head and turning it into a dead bird!

Su Ping confirmed that birds, even demon beasts, die without a head, then came down from the tree and called out White and Grey to clean up the scene at the same time.

He took out cutting tools and a storage bag, starting to work while shaking his head:

“Sigh, I really just wanted to try sea fishing and find a good spot.”

“Why did you have to come to me?”

Being skilled, Su Ping quickly cleaned and processed the valuable parts of the demon bird.

Especially the metallic, blue feathers, which Su Ping guessed would fetch enough money to buy enhancement talismans to upgrade his other firearm components as well.

“Speaking of which, the closer to the coastline, the thinner the spiritual energy becomes.”

“Here, a demon beast with the cultivation of the first or second layer could be the local tyrant.”

“When we get to the islands, with even less spiritual energy, I guess even the demon beasts wouldn’t want to stay there.”

“With almost no external cultivation resources, it’s indeed a big decision for the Yun Family to go over!”