Chapter 349: Ten Years of Fishing

The infinite sword pool.

Chu Ning looked at the giant sword hanging upside down above his head with shock in his eyes.

A giant sword lying across the boundless ocean.

Under this giant sword, Chu Ning felt his own insignificance.

"Now you should know where the sword pond is."

The old man still kept fishing. Chu Ning nodded: "The sword pool is inside the giant sword."

What is the Sword Pond?

Use the sword as a pond.

And this giant sword is formed by the gathering of countless spirit swords, including ordinary spirit swords, magic weapon-level spirit swords, and Yuanqi-level spirit swords.

"There are hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators in Wuliang Sword Mountain, and it has six lower regions under it. Each lower region has mainly sword cultivators, and there are hundreds of millions of sword cultivators. Every time a sword cultivator is born, he will leave a sword energy in this sword pool. This is the origin of the word Wuliang."

The old man fishing continued to speak: "You are not a sword cultivator, so you cannot enter the sword pond, or you will be swallowed by the sword energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old fisherman raised his right hand, pulled up the fishing rod, and a long silver fish jumped out of the water.

The old man skillfully pulled the fishing rod back, and the long silver fish fell into the fish basket at his waist.

"I haven't caught this kind of silverfish for a long time. Silverfish are delicious and fresh, and they are perfect for making soup. Would you like to have a taste?"

"It would be disrespectful for a junior to refuse."

Chu Ning naturally would not refuse. He didn't know where the old man came from, but he was definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, he could feel that the old man had no ill will towards him, otherwise he would not have introduced the situation of the sword pool to him at all.

"Come with me."

The old man put away his fishing rod, led the way, and went down along the pond, finally arriving at a huge rock on the shore.

There was an iron pot placed on the boulder. The old man poured the silverfish from the fish basket into the pot, and then used a wooden ladle to scoop a spoonful of pond water into the pot.

Cover the pot and let the firewood burn at the bottom of the pot.

"This whitebait soup doesn't require any spices. You'll be in for a treat this time."

The old man sat down on a huge rock, adding firewood while looking at Chu Ning.

Only then did Chu Ning see the old man's face clearly. He was thin, with an ordinary face, nothing special about him. He was the kind of person you would see in every village.

"How should the younger generation address the older generation?"

If possible, Chu Ning still wanted to know the identity and origin of this old man.

"I am just a fisherman, you can just call me fisherman."

"It turns out to be Senior Yu Gong." Chu Ning asked curiously, "Senior, have you been staying here all the time, you and Wuliang Jianshan?"

"I, old man, have nothing to do with Wuliangjian Mountain."

The old man smiled and shook his head. Chu Ning wanted to ask more details when the lid of the iron pot suddenly began to boil. The old man reached out to lift the lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted to his face.

Fragrance! Indescribable fragrance.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Chu Ning had eaten many delicacies from the wild, even some rare spiritual fish, but he had never smelled the delicious aroma of this kind of fish.

Just smelling it makes your index finger whet.

"It's done."

The old man's face lit up with joy. He took out a porcelain bowl from somewhere, grabbed the handle of the pot and poured a full bowl for Chu Ning.

"Thank you, senior."

Taking the fish soup, Chu Ning was not polite. He blew a breath of hot air and then took a deep sip of the fish soup.

The fish soup tasted so delicious that Chu Ning's eyes lit up. He took several big gulps without hesitation.

The fish soup soon ran out. Chu Ning let out a breath, and the hot steam from the fish soup turned into a sword energy in the air.

"Senior Yu Gong, what's going on?"

Chu Ning was shocked. He just drank a bowl of fish soup, but how come the hot air he exhaled turned into sword energy? Was there something special about this fish? Looking at the iron pot, Chu Ning had a bold guess in his mind.

"It seems you have guessed it." The old man laughed: "Only sword cultivators can enter the sword pond. I am not a sword cultivator, but I am craving for sword energy. I can only go fishing."

"Do you know why it is called Sword Pond instead of Sword Forest or Sword Mountain?"

Chu Ning did not hesitate and answered directly: "Because these spirit swords transformed into fish and swam freely in this area of ​​water. No, it seems not that simple."

After answering, Chu Ning rejected it himself.

"Because fish can eat each other."

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps.

Therefore, these spirit swords will devour each other and grow themselves.

The real purpose of the sword pool's existence is to breed a super spiritual sword.

"You are very smart. You have guessed the real purpose of the sword pool."

The old man gave the answer, pointing at the iron pot: "Sword Pond, countless spirit swords exist here, transformed into fish and devouring each other. The larger the fish, the more powerful its body is."

"Thank you for clearing up my confusion, senior."

"These are not secrets. You will know in the future. There is also fish soup in the pot. Although we are not sword cultivators and cannot absorb sword energy, the fish transformed by this spirit sword does have a unique taste."

Hearing the old man's words, the corner of Chu Ning's mouth twitched. The old man's words made it seem like the two of them were wasting God's gift.

Eating this fish is a waste except for satisfying your appetite.

"Then I'll have another big bowl."

Chu Ning drank three more bowls of fish soup with tears in his eyes. While drinking, he was thinking about why the sect leader asked him to enter the sword pool.

According to the old man, only sword cultivators can enter the Sword Pool. There is no way the Sect Master doesn't know this. There is no reason for him to let himself enter the Sword Pool and die.

"Senior, you are fishing here, won't Wuliangjianshan stop you?"

"The Sword Pond is not from the Infinite Sword Mountain."

The old man's answer made Chu Ning confused. The Sword Pond didn't belong to Wuliang Sword Mountain? Then Wuliang Sword Mountain controlled the Sword Pond?

Damn, a robber.

This is a way to grab treasure.

Are all sword cultivators so shameless?

"The Sword Pond is the sword pond of all sword cultivators in the world. It is not the sword pond of Wuliang Sword Mountain. Wuliang Sword Mountain only controls the entrance to the sword pond. It is not Wuliang Sword Mountain's turn to make decisions in the sword pond."

The old man's tone revealed his disdain for Wuliang Jianshan. Chu Ning guessed that the old man must be really awesome, otherwise it would be impossible for him, as a non-sword cultivator, to fish for spiritual swords under the nose of Wuliang Jianshan.

"By the way, what is the purpose of entering this sword pond?"

Facing the old man's question, Chu Ning was silent for a while. The old man smiled and said, "If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it."

"It's not inconvenient, but I don't know what to do in the Sword Pond. I was arranged by an elder of the sect to enter the Sword Pond, but the elder did not tell me what to do after entering."

Chu Ning smiled helplessly. The old man frowned and said, "Didn't your seniors remind you that only sword cultivators can enter the sword pool?"

"No, not even a single hint or warning."

"Could it be that you have offended this senior master, and your senior master wants to clean up the sect, but it is not convenient for him to deal with you personally, so he sent you into the sword pond to die."

The old man’s words made Chu Ning’s mouth twitch. That shouldn’t be the case.

I haven't offended the sect master. Besides, I'm still the chief disciple, so the sect master won't purge me.

"If you trust me, you might as well tell me the details and I will give you some reference."

"I naturally believe you, Senior. If you hadn't told me the taboos of the Sword Pond, I would have rashly barged into the Sword Pond."

Chu Ning briefly recounted the story of how he entered the Sword Pond, and did not hide his sect.

"Are you from Danshan Sect?"

The old man looked at Chu Ning with a strange look, and Chu Ning asked curiously: "Senior, do you know my Danshan Sect?"

“I’ve heard of it before.”

The old man did not continue the topic: "Drink soup."

Seeing that the old man didn't want to talk anymore, Chu Ning consciously ended the topic, and the two of them drank the fish soup quietly.

Half an hour later, the pot of fish soup was finished, and the old man picked up his fishing rod and continued to go fishing by the pond.

"Just wait a little longer. Maybe after staying here for a while, you will understand the purpose of coming to the Sword Pond."

"Listen to your seniors."

Chu Ning smiled, it seemed that this was the only way.

For the next period of time, Chu Ning watched the old man fishing. The old man did not lie, the silverfish was indeed rare, because in the next few months, the old man caught fish every day. He caught the other fish repeatedly, but he never caught the silverfish.

Among these fish, none tastes more delicious than whitebait.

One month later.

Chu Ning also started fishing like the old man. When he was in Xiyue Sect, he prepared a fishing rod for himself and went fishing in the Sun Moon Lake.

It’s a pity that we have been empty-handed for several days in a row.

The old man's fishhook had no bait, but a fish was caught. Chu Ning's fish had no bait either, but the float didn't move at all.

"Senior, do you have any tips on how to catch the fish transformed from the spirit sword?"

Chu Ning humbly asked for advice, and the old man laughed: "There is no need for any tricks. This fish is the spirit sword. How do you think we can attract the spirit sword?"

"I am not a swordsman, so I am not sure."

"The spirit sword is no different from other weapons."

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Ning's eyes lit up. Yes, he was in a dead end.

No matter how powerful this spiritual sword is, it is certainly no different from other cultivators' spiritual weapons and magic weapons. So, can I use my own spiritual energy to catch the spiritual sword?

Thinking of this, Chu Ning condensed a trace of the energy of controlling the weapon on the fishhook, and then threw the hook into the pond. He didn't know why he could catch the spiritual sword in the sword pool above his head in the pond.

But these are not important. The sword pool must be more mysterious than he imagined, and it is acceptable that there are some phenomena that he cannot understand at present.

The fish hook entered the water, and the old man next to him looked at Chu Ning meaningfully, with a hint of realization in his eyes.

Obviously, the old man already knew Chu Ning's purpose of entering the sword pool.

Fifteen breaths later, Chu Ning's eyes lit up, he swung his hand, pulled the fishing line, and a one-foot-long green carp jumped out of the water.

The old man smiled and handed over the fish basket beside him.

"Put it in here."

Chu Ning put the black carp into the fish basket and looked at the basket. After the black carp entered the basket, it swam around in the air in the basket as if it were in the water.

"This fish basket is something I refined out of boredom. It's not very precious, but it can store the spirit sword in it to prevent the sword energy from being lost. Since you were able to catch the fish, I'll give it to you."

"The elders' gift, the younger generation will remember it."

Chu Ning did not politely refuse the old man's gift of the fish basket, because he really needed the fish basket to carry the spirit sword.

He had just tried it, but the spirit sword could not be put into the storage bag.

"You should fish more."

The old man simply put away his fishing rod and sat on the rock watching Chu Ning fishing.

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A month later, there were already a thousand fish in Chu Ning's fish basket. These fish swam around in the basket independently and did not devour each other.

"Senior, how can I turn these fish back into spirit swords?"

Chu Ning was not fishing for fun to catch the fish transformed from spiritual swords. He had enough energy to control weapons in his body, but he did not have that many weapons.

Now the spiritual sword in Jian Chi provided him with an opportunity.

A million spiritual swords is not a dream.

But the prerequisite is that these fish can be transformed back into spirit swords. His weapon control technique can only control spirit swords, but not these fish.

"Take out a fish and have a look."

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Ning's mind moved. There was one less green fish in the fish basket, but there was one more magic sword in his hand.

"this?"

There was excitement on Chu Ning's face. The reason why these spirit swords existed in the form of fish was because of the fish basket.

After possessing the spirit of controlling the weapon on the magic sword, Chu Ning put the magic sword back into the fish basket, and a green fish appeared in the basket.

This time, because the spirit of the controlling weapon had been attached to the spirit sword, the spirit sword turned into a green fish, and Chu Ning could clearly feel the joy of the spirit sword.

The spirit sword is willing to stay in this fish basket.

"Senior, does your fish basket have a nourishing effect on the spirit sword?"

Apart from this, Chu Ning couldn't think of why this spirit sword was willing to stay in the fish basket, just like the reason why fish were willing to stay in the water, because only in the water could they swim happily and only in the water could they find food.

"Yeah." The old man nodded with a smile.

After confirming the benefits of the fish basket, Chu Ning began to fish crazily.

One month, two months, three months...

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

When fishing, you don’t realize the time has passed.

There were more and more fish in the fish basket. The old man nearby looked at the magic sword hanging upside down in the sky and blinked his eyes slightly.

The giant sword shook, stirring the sea water in the sky and sweeping it up. As the sea water rolled, Chu Ning looked up.

Something happened in the Sword Pond? Just as Chu Ning was wondering, rain began to fall from the Sword Pond above.

To be precise, it is the rain water that wraps around the fish.

Chu Ning turned his gaze towards the pond. The fish fell into the pond, and the pond was instantly filled with them, densely packed with fish heads.

If a fisherman really came to see this scene, he would be so excited that he would be in a panic. There would be no need to fish anymore, he could catch several fish with just one cast of the net.

"Is this sword pond so good that when I was almost done fishing in the pond, another batch of fish was dumped in for me?"

No matter why Jian Chi did this, Chu Ning knew that it would only benefit him and not harm him.

Keep fishing.

And so, another ten years passed.

The number of fish in the fish basket has exceeded 100,000.

The goal of one hundred thousand spirit swords was achieved.

To Chu Ning's regret, these spiritual swords were only of the top-grade magic weapon level, and no spiritual swords of the Yuanqi level had appeared yet.

"You've been fishing for so many years, have you ever thought about catching some big fish?"

The old man spoke at the right time, but Chu Ning did not answer immediately. Instead, he put away his fishing rod and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"I would like to thank you for the opportunity you have given me."

Although he has been fishing for the past ten years, Chu Ning has figured out that the reason he was able to catch so many spirit swords must be related to this old man.

It is even possible that the several waves of fish during this period were also the work of the old man.

"You are quite clever, little fellow. But you don't have to thank me. I am just fulfilling a promise I made."

The old man admitted it directly, stroking his beard and saying, "Take as many spiritual swords as you can from the sword pond."

The original promise? Chu Ning asked curiously, "Senior, did you make an agreement with our sect leader?"

"no."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "My promise has nothing to do with Danshan Sect, it's just that someone in Danshan Sect knows about this promise."

Does the sect leader know the promise made by this old senior?

Chu Ning thought that the person the old man was talking about was Sect Master Xie. As for the old man from the Soul Palace, Chu Ning didn't even think of him.

The reason was very simple. In Chu Ning's mind, the old senior from the Soul Palace was indifferent to worldly affairs. He didn't know that the old man had personally gone to Taiyuan Peak for him.

"So who did you make a promise to, senior?"

"The little guy is very vigilant. Apart from Shan Zong, who else do you think I can make a promise to?"

The old man looked at Chu Ning with a half-smile. Chu Ning felt a little embarrassed as the old man saw through his thoughts.

He did guess this possibility, but he would not reveal his identity as Shan Zong on his own initiative.

Since this old senior said that he had nothing to do with Danshan Sect, then apart from being a disciple of Danshan Sect, I had another identity that might be related to the old senior's promise, and that was a disciple of Danshan Sect.

"Senior, do you have an agreement with a senior from Shan Sect?"

"What is the name of this area?" the old man asked.

"Demon Slayer Domain."

"Then do you know why this area is called the Demon Slaughtering Area?"

"But is it related to the alien demon?"

The old man nodded and said, "The Demon-Slaying Domain was the main battlefield where the cultivators fought against the alien demons. In that war, the people from your Shan Sect played an indispensable role in defeating the alien demons. I have also made an agreement with that person from your Shan Sect. If someone from your Shan Sect enters the Sword Pond in the future, no matter what their purpose is, I will help them achieve it."

"You are a disciple of the Shan Sect, and you have cultivated the magical power of controlling objects. You also happen to be a disciple of the Danshan Sect. I think the purpose of coming to the Sword Pond is to refine more weapons."

"Among the nine middle regions, even including the upper regions, only the Sword Pool can provide you with so many spiritual swords."

The old man did not elaborate on why he made a promise to the people from Shanzong back then. Chu Ning had a rough guess in his mind, but what he was more curious about now was the old man's ability to control objects.

This magical power was given by Hongmei from Nian Tangshan, and he has never used it to anyone else. Even the sect leader wouldn't know about it?

Since the Sect Master didn't know the magical power of controlling objects, how could he let me come to the Sword Pond? Unless the Sect Master's consciousness had been paying attention to me until I was reading every move on Tangshan.

Oh shit.

Is the clan leader a peeping Tom?

Chu Ning felt a little scared when he thought that his every move in Nian Tangshan was being watched by the sect leader.

Regardless of whether the clan leader is hostile to oneself or not, as long as one is a human being, one does not want all his or her actions to be known by another person, even if it is a close relative.

After I get out, I must find the sect leader to ask for clarification.

As for now, since there is such a good opportunity, we naturally cannot let it go.

"Senior, I'm afraid I can't control a Yuanqi-level spirit sword. I'm only at the Yuanying stage."

"The ability to control objects has no realm distinction. As long as you have enough energy to control objects, you can control not only the Yuanqi but also the spirit sword of the Dongxu realm."

The old man laughed and said, "You only have one chance. It's up to you to decide whether you want to do it or not."

"Junior is willing to give it a try."

Since the old man said so, Chu Ning naturally would not give up, because what the old man said was also the truth.

"I have a question, little guy, would you mind explaining it to me?" The old man seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Where did you learn this magical power of controlling objects?"

"To be honest, Senior, this is the Art of Controlling Weapons, which comes from a red plum tree."

Red plum?

There was a thoughtful look on the old man's face. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Besides teaching you the Art of Controlling Weapons, did that person give you anything else?"

"have."

Chu Ning raised his hand, and the red plum petals in the storage bag appeared in his palm.

"It's him indeed."

Seeing the red plum petals, the old man looked a little dazed, with some kind of reminiscence in his eyes, and this time he was silent for even longer.

"Come with me."

Coming back to his senses, the old man regained his original composure and swung the fishing rod in his hand directly towards the sky above.

The fishing hook fell on the giant sword. The old man raised the fishing rod, and the giant sword that was across the sky was pulled out of the sea.

"Let's do it."

The giant sword was pulled down, but Chu Ning did not waste any time. After hearing the old man's words, he swung the fishing hook towards the giant sword. He was going to start fishing for the spiritual sword in the Divine Transformation Realm.

PS: 5,400 words, less than 6,000 words, embarrassing, I had a runny nose all day today, and I was coughing, I must have caught a cold again, I'm not in a very good condition, I will continue to strive for 10,000 words tomorrow (end of this chapter)