159 Spiritual Fish (1/2)

In the lake, there were many boats.

Since the Drunken Moon phenomenon, there were many martial artists coming from everywhere and seemed to have gone crazy with the fishermen here, as they all gathered in at the Drunken Moon Lake.

After all, the commencement of the Drunken Moon Festival would mean that the volume of silver fishes would increase exponentially, just like the past years.

Needless to say, among the normal silver fishes, there would be the extremely valuable Drunken Moon Silver Fish.

Once they get any catch, the restaurants by the lake would buy the fish in taels at a standard rate.

With this enticement, everyone ranging from three-year-olds to old folks joined in the craze for fishing. Some even went to the extent of just floating around the lake on a piece of wooden board, without any regard for their own life.

Of course, beneath the large profits earned were lives that were lost; there were countless corpses at the bottom of the lake.

A cultivator would have a different taste.

How would they be satisfied with normal fish?

They were all interested in the spiritual fishes and spiritual objects in the depths of the Drunken Moon Lake, and the Wine Spring Source, which was described in the legends to be able to transform the entire lake into wine!

”Of course, the Wine Spring Source is but a myth, and is likely to be fake...”

Since obtaining the whereabouts of the 'master', Fang Yuan had an idea of his own.

He might even be the one behind the weird phenomenon at the Drunken Moon Lake. With his god-like powers, it was scary and almost made him wanted to return home.

After all, this 'master' was not his own master, who would without hesitation teach him everything he knew. Conversely, the chances of him being evil were rather high, and there might be that danger.

”Chirp! Chirp!”

The Iron-tailed Black Eagle flapped its wings, creating huge gusts of winds.

As the gust blew at him, Fang Yuan's clothing remained still.

”Old Fish was right. Jiang Tianwang's ancestors used to work around the lake, and his water map was indeed intricately drawn...”

Fang Yuan crossed his legs and sat on the eagle's back. He opened the map which he purchased and compared it with his own treasure map, as he came to a conclusion.

”Chirp! Chirp!”

The Iron-tailed Black Eagle chirped as it felt a little tipsy from the air full of wine fragrance. Suddenly, it descended and made waves on the surface of the lake with its claws. As he ascended, it had already caught two struggling silver fishes in its claws.

”Mmm?”

Accompanying the struggling silver fishes was a strong scent of wine fragrance, which was extremely mouth-watering.

Fang Yuan looked at the treasure map in his hands, then looked at the water map, speechless.

”The closer I get to the treasure, the more Drunken Moon Silver Fishes there would be. Following, I'm afraid...”

Indeed, at this moment, the Iron-tailed Black Eagle had already eaten both fishes. As it took aim at another school of fishes, something happened!

”Splash!”

In the splashes of water, a silvery fish of 25 inches jumped out of the lake, right into the claws of the Iron-tailed Black Eagle.

Its scales were glittering, and its skin was like jade. Suddenly, it opened its mouth and spit out a stream of water towards the eyes of the Iron-tailed Black Eagle.

”Splash!”

This stream of water came extremely quick. The Iron-tailed Black Eagle could only narrowly dodge it, and as the stream of water landed on its neck, a few feathers dropped. It took a slight turn in its flight path an almost headed into the water. Chirps of anger were heard.

The silver fish was extremely slippery. As its shot landed on the eagle, it slipped into the water and with a flick of its tail, it vanished. The Iron-tailed Black Eagle could only let out a long chirp.

”Nice spiritual fish!”

Fang Yuan witnessed all of it on the back of the Iron-tailed Black Eagle. This silver fish had a spirituality of its own, unlike a normal silver fish. It was truly a spiritual being!

If a martial artist were to eat it, he would become stronger. If an alchemy master were to obtain it, he could extract all the essence from it and turn it into a spiritual pill!

Yu Feishui spent his entire fortune making three metal hull flying ships and sent out all his assistants, all for this spiritual fish.

”Spiritual beings are valuable. Based on the size of this lake, there would be a lot of spiritual fishes in it... Maybe it can train up a batch of highly skilled martial artists just with these spiritual fishes?”

Regardless cultivation or martial artists training, foundation and resources are the most important.

Where do such resources come from? Of course from spiritual beings!

If one was gifted and had enough spiritual objects to supplement, one could follow in Fang Yuan's miraculous footsteps and break all the gates in quick succession.

”Of course, after the Death Gate, the Wu Zong gate would require affinity and a high magical energy. Not every spiritual object had the ability to increase one's magic.”

Fang Yuan located a small island and ordered the Iron-tailed Black Eagle to land there and rest. Seeing the occasional shimmer on the surface of the lake, Fang Yuan was lost in his thoughts. ”This spiritual fish is not bad. If it can be tamed, I might even try to carve out a pond in the Green Peak spiritual land...”

”Chirp! Chirp!”

After Fang Yuan dismounted the Iron-tailed Black Eagle, it flew to the lake to find trouble for the fishes. At one go, it managed to catch 10 drunken silver fishes, but none of them was spiritual.

On the contrary, the Iron-tailed Black Eagle was sprayed at many times by the spiritual fishes and looked embarrassing.

”Haha...”

As Fang Yuan witnessed this scene, he happily joined in. ”I'll take revenge for you! Let's go!”

”Chirp! Chirp!”

With his help, the Iron-tailed Black Eagle instantly became much more energetic. It took aim at a school of fishes and dashed towards it.

”Splash!”

The school of fish hurriedly scrambled away. At the side, a splash appeared as a spiritual fish jumped out. With a spray, a stream of water aimed straight at the Iron-tailed Black Eagle.