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Chapter 349 Ten Years of Fishing

Infinite Sword Pool.

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

A huge sword stretched across the endless ocean.

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

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

The old fisherman still maintained his fishing posture. Chu Ning nodded: "The sword pond is within the giant sword."

What is Jianchi?

Use the sword as a pool.

And this giant sword is made up of countless spiritual swords, including ordinary spiritual swords, magic weapon-level spiritual swords, and elemental-level spiritual swords.

"Infinite Sword Mountain has hundreds of thousands of sword cultivator disciples. It governs six lower realms. The monks in each lower realm are mainly sword cultivators. There are hundreds of millions of sword cultivator disciples, and the birth of each sword cultivator , will leave a sword energy in this sword pool, which is the source of the word Wuliang."

The voice of the old fisherman continued: "You are not a sword cultivator, so you cannot enter the sword pond, otherwise you will be swallowed by the sword energy."

After saying this, the old fisherman raised his right hand, pulled up the fishing rod, and a long silver fish jumped out of the water on the hook.

The old man moved the fishing rod back very skillfully, and the long silver fish fell into the fish basket on his waist.

"I haven't caught this whitebait for a long time. The whitebait is delicious and meaty, and it's great for making soup. Would you like to take a bite, little friend?"

"This junior is disrespectful."

Chu Ning naturally wouldn't refuse. He didn't know the old man's background, but he was definitely not young, and he could feel that the old man had no ill intentions towards him, otherwise there would be no need to introduce the situation of Jianchi to him.

"follow me."

The old man put away his fishing rod and led the way down the pond, and finally came to a huge rock on the shore.

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

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

"This whitebait soup does not require any spices, so you are in for a treat this time."

The old man sat down on the boulder, adding firewood and looking at Chu Ning.

Only then did Chu Ning see the old man's face clearly. He was thin and had a common face. There was nothing unique about him. He had the kind of appearance that every village would have several of.

"How should juniors call seniors?"

If possible, Chu Ning still wants to know the identity 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 always stayed here, you and Wuliang Jianshan?"

"Old man, I have nothing to do with Wuliang Sword Mountain."

The old man smiled and shook his head. Chu Ning wanted to ask more details, but the lid of the iron pot suddenly boiled. The old man reached out and opened the lid, and a smell of fragrance hit his face.

Fragrant!

Indescribable fragrance.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Chu Ning ate a lot of delicacies from the mountains, including some rare spiritual fish, but he had never smelled the delicious fragrance of this kind of fish.

Smell it and make your index finger move.

"It's ready."

The old man also had a happy face. He took out a porcelain bowl from somewhere, grabbed the handle and poured a full bowl for Chu Ning.

"Thank you, senior."

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

The fish soup entered his throat, and it was indescribably delicious. Chu Ning's eyes lit up, and he took several big sips without hesitation.

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

"Senior Yugong, what is going on?"

Chu Ning was shocked. He just drank a bowl of fish soup, how come the hot breath turned into sword energy?

Is this fish particular?

Looking at the iron pot, Chu Ning had a bold guess in his mind.

"It seems you have guessed it." The old man laughed: "Non-sword cultivators cannot enter the sword pond. I am not a sword cultivator, but I am hungry for sword energy, so I can only fish."

"Do you know why it's called Jianchi instead of Jianlin or Jianshan?"

Chu Ning did not hesitate and answered directly: "Because these spiritual swords transformed into fish and swim freely in this water. No, it seems not that simple."

After answering, Chu Ning rejected it first.

"It's because fish can eat each other."

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.

Therefore, these spiritual swords will also devour each other and allow themselves to grow.

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

"You are very smart and have guessed the true purpose of Jianchi's existence."

The old man gave the answer and pointed at the iron pot: "Sword Pond, where countless spiritual swords exist, transforming into fish to devour each other. The larger the fish, the more powerful it is."

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts."

"These are not secrets. You will know in the future that there is fish soup in the pot. Although we are not sword cultivators and cannot absorb sword energy, the taste of the fish transformed by the spiritual sword is indeed unique."

Listening to the old man's words, the corner of Chu Ning's mouth twitched. The old man's words made the two of them feel like they were wasting their natural resources.

Eating this fish, apart from satisfying the appetite, everything else is a waste.

"Then let me have another big bowl, junior."

Chu Ning drank three more bowls of fish soup with tears in her eyes. While drinking, she was thinking about why the sect leader let her enter the sword pond.

According to what the old man said, only sword cultivators can enter the sword pond. It is impossible for the sect leader not to know this, and there is no reason for him to enter the sword pond and die.

"Senior, you are fishing here, won't Wuliang Sword Mountain stop you?"

"The sword pool is not from Wuliang Sword Mountain."

The old man's answer confused Chu Ning. Isn't Jianchi from Wuliang Jianshan?

Does the Infinite Sword Mountain control the Sword Pool?

Damn it, robber.

This is land divination.

Are all sword cultivators so shameless?

"Sword Pool, that is the sword pool for all the sword cultivators in the world, not the sword pool of Wuliang Sword Mountain. Wuliang Sword Mountain only controls the entrance to the sword pool. It is not Wuliang Sword Mountain's turn to make the decision in the sword pool."

The old man's tone revealed his disdain for Wuliang Sword Mountain. Chu Ning estimated that this old man must be really awesome, otherwise he would not be able to fish for spiritual swords under Wuliang Sword Mountain's nose as a non-sword cultivator.

"By the way, why did my little friend enter this sword pond?"

Facing the old man's question, Chu Ning was silent for a long time. The old man smiled and said, "If it's not convenient for you to say, just let it go."

"Actually, it's not inconvenient. It's just that I don't know what I'm going to do when I come into the Sword Pond. I entered the Sword Pond under the arrangement of an elder of the sect, but the elder of the sect didn't tell me what I was going to do when I came in."

Chu Ning smiled helplessly, and the old man frowned: "Didn't your elders remind you that non-sword cultivators cannot enter the sword pond?"

"No, not a single hint or warning."

"Perhaps you have offended this elder of the sect. Your elder wants to clean up the sect, but it is inconvenient to deal with you personally, so he sends you to the sword pool to die."

The old man's words made the corners of Chu Ning's mouth twitch.

I have not offended the sect master, and besides, I am still the chief disciple, so the sect master will not clean up the sect.

"If you can trust me, you might as well tell me more details and I will give you a reference."

"The junior naturally believes in the senior. If the senior had not told the taboos of the sword pool, the junior would have rushed into the sword pool recklessly."

Chu Ning briefly explained how she entered the sword pool, and did not hide her 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 that I carry the mountain sect?"

"I've heard 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 also consciously ended the topic, and the two of them drank fish soup quietly.

Half an hour later, the pot of fish soup was finished, and the old man picked up the fishing rod and continued fishing at Tanbian.

"Just wait. Maybe if you stay for a long time, you will know the purpose of entering the sword pool."

"Listen to seniors."

Chu Ning smiled, it seemed that this was all she could do.

For the next period of time, Chu Ning watched the old man fishing. The old man did not lie. The silverbait was indeed very rare, because in the next few months, the old man caught fish every day. There were duplicates of other fish, except for silverfish. No more fish were caught.

And among these fish, none is as delicious as whitebait.

A month later.

Chu Ning followed the example of the old man and started fishing. When he was at Xiyue Sect, he prepared fishing rods for himself and fished in the Sun Moon Lake.

It's a pity that for several days, it was the Air Force.

The old man's fishhook had no bait, but a fish took the bait. Chu Ning's fish had no bait, but the buoy seemed to be motionless.

"Senior, what are your techniques for catching the fish transformed by this spiritual sword?"

Chu Ning humbly asked for advice, and the old man laughed: "There are no skills. This fish is the spiritual sword. How do you think we should attract the spiritual sword?"

"This junior is not a swordsman, so I don't know for sure."

"Spirit swords are no different from other weapons."

Listening to 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 definitely no different from the spiritual weapons and magic weapons of other monks. So can I catch the spiritual sword with my weapon-controlling energy?

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

But these are not important. Jianchi is definitely more mysterious than he imagined, and it is acceptable to have some phenomena that he cannot understand at the moment.

The fishhook entered the water, and the old man on the side looked at Chu Ning meaningfully, with a hint of surprise 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 flicked his hand, pulled the fishing line, and a one-foot-long herring 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 herring into the fish basket and looked at the fish basket. After the herring entered the fish basket, it just swam out of thin air in the fish basket, just like in the water.

"This fish basket is something I refined by Boring. It is not very precious, but it can store the spiritual sword in it to prevent the sword energy from being lost. Since you can catch the fish, I will give it to you."

"The gift given by the seniors will be remembered by the juniors."

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

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

"You fish more."

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

One, two...

A month later, there were already a thousand fish in Chu Ning's fish basket. These fish were swimming independently in the fish basket without swallowing each other.

"Senior, how can this junior turn these fish back into spiritual swords?"

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

Now Jianchi's spirit sword provided him with an opportunity.

Millions of spiritual swords are not a dream.

But the premise is that these fish can turn into spiritual swords. His weapon control technique can only control spiritual swords, but not these fish.

"Take out a fish and take a look."

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Ning thought, there was a herring missing from the fish basket, but there was a spiritual sword in his hand.

"this?"

There was excitement on Chu Ning's face, so the reason why these spiritual swords exist in the shape of fish is because of the fish baskets.

After possessing the spiritual sword with the aura of imperial weapon, Chu Ning then put the spiritual sword back into the fish basket, and another green fish appeared in the fish basket.

This time, because the spirit of the weapon has been possessed by the spirit sword, the spirit sword turned into a herring, and Chu Ning can 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 spiritual sword?"

Apart from this, Chu Ning could not imagine why the spirit sword was willing to stay in the fish basket. Just like the reason why fish are willing to stay in the water, it is because only in the water can they swim happily and only in the water can they find food.

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

After confirming the benefits of the fish basket, Chu Ning started fishing like crazy.

One month, two months, three months...

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

Fishing knows no time.

There were more and more fish in the fish basket. The old man on the side looked at the spiritual sword hanging upside down in the sky and blinked lightly.

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

Something unexpected happened in Jianchi?

Just when Chu Ning was confused, rain fell on the sword sea above.

To be precise, it is the rainwater that surrounds the fish.

Chu Ning turned his eyes to the water pool. These fish fell into the water pool. The water pool was instantly filled with these fish, and they were all densely packed with fish heads.

At this scene, if a fisherman really comes, I am afraid he will be excited and running around. There is no need to fish anymore. You can catch several fish with just one net.

"Is this sword pond so good, until I almost finish catching all the fish in the pond, and another batch of fish are dumped for me?"

No matter why Jianchi did this, Chu Ning knew that it was only good for him and not bad.

Keep fishing.

So, another ten years have passed.

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

The goal of one hundred thousand spiritual swords was achieved.

What makes Chu Ning regretful is that these spiritual swords are only at the level of top magic weapons, and there are no spiritual swords at the elemental level yet.

"Seeing as you have 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.

"Junior, thank you senior for the opportunity."

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

It is even very possible that the several waves of fish tides during this period were all caused by the old man.

"The little guy is quite smart, but you don't have to thank me. I have fulfilled a promise I made."

The old man admitted directly and said, stroking his beard: "You can take away as many spiritual swords as you can from the sword pool."

The original promise?

Chu Ning asked curiously: "Senior, do you have an agreement with the leader of our sect?"

"No."

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

Does the sect master know this old man’s promise?

Chu Ning thought that the person the old man was talking about was Sect Leader Xie. As for the old man in Minghun Hall, Chu Ning didn't think about him at all.

The reason is very simple. In Chu Ning's heart, the old man from Minghun Palace is aloof from worldly affairs. He didn't know that the old man personally went to Taiyuan Peak for him.

"Senior, who are you committed to?"

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

The old man looked at Chu Ning with a half-smile but not a smile. The old man saw through his thoughts, and Chu Ning smiled sheepishly.

He had indeed guessed this possibility, but he would not take the initiative to expose Shan Zong's identity.

Since the old man said that he has nothing to do with the Danshan Sect, apart from being a disciple of the Danshan Sect, he has another identity that may be related to the old man's promise, that is, he is a disciple of the Shan Sect.

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

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

"Demon Slaying Domain."

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

"But is it related to strange demons?"

The old man nodded: "The Demon-Slaying Domain was the main battlefield where the monks fought against the strange demons. In that battle, you, the Shan Sect, were able to defeat the strange demons. You, the Shan Sect, were indispensable. I also had some experience with the Shan Sect. We have agreed that if someone from the Shan Sect enters the Sword Pond in the future, no matter what the purpose is, I will help them achieve it."

"You are a disciple of the Shan Sect, and you have the magical power to control objects. You are also a disciple of the Danshan Sect. The purpose of coming to the Sword Pond is presumably to refine more weapons."

"In the nine middle regions, even including the upper regions, only Jianchi can provide you with so many spiritual swords."

The old man did not elaborate on why he made the promise to the Shan Sect back then. Chu Ning probably had a guess in his mind. What he was more curious about now was the magical power of controlling objects in the old man's words.

This magical power was given by the red plum in Nian Tangshan, and he had never used it externally. Even the sect leader couldn't possibly know?

Since the sect master didn't know about the magical power of controlling objects, how could he let himself come to Jianchi?

Unless the sect master's spiritual consciousness has been paying attention to him until he is thinking about every move on Tangshan.

Damn it.

Is the sect leader a voyeur?

Chu Ning felt a little frightened when she thought that her every move on Nian Tangshan was watched by the sect leader.

Regardless of whether the sect master is hostile to him or not, as long as he is an individual, he does not want all his actions to be known to another person, even if he is a close relative.

After you go out, you must ask the sect leader for details.

As for now, since there is such a good opportunity, it is natural not to let it go.

"Senior, I'm afraid I can't control this spiritual sword at the Yuan Weapon level. I am at the Nascent Soul realm."

"The magical power of controlling objects has no distinction between realms. As long as you have enough Qi to control objects, you can control even the spiritual swords of the Cave Void Realm, not to mention the elemental weapons."

The old man laughed: "You only have one chance, you decide whether you want it or not."

"Junior is willing to give it a try."

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

"I have a question. Little guy, are you willing to answer my question?" The old man seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Where did you learn this magical ability to control objects?"

"To be fair to you, senior, this junior is a weapon-controlling secret, and it comes from a red plum tree."

Red plum?

There was a look of thought 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.

"In addition to teaching you the art of controlling weapons, did he give you other items?"

"Have."

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

"It's really him."

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

"Come with me."

After coming back to his senses, the old man returned to his original demeanor and swung the fishing rod in his hand directly towards the sky above.

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

"Let's do it."

The giant sword was pulled down, but Chu Ning didn't make any ink. After hearing the old man's words, he also swung the fishhook towards the giant sword. He was about to start fishing for the spirit sword of the God Transformation Realm.

PS: 5,400 words, less than 6,000 words. It’s embarrassing. I’ve had a runny nose today and I’m coughing again. I think I’ve caught a cold again. I’m not in a good condition. I’ll continue to hit 10,000 words tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)