Chapter 1262: Chapter 1266: Having Multiple Skills is Not Burdensome

“I really like it, did you make this yourself? It fits so well.” Nie Qiqi couldn’t hide the affection in her heart; the landscape ink painting-like colors made her dazzling beauty also reveal a bit of classical, refined grace.

“It’s a family heirloom, waiting just for someone with destiny. It seems you’re the fated one,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Oh no, I didn’t bring enough money.” Nie Qiqi suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

“How much do you have?” Zhu Minglang asked.

Nie Qiqi handed over all the Liuli Jade in her purse to Zhu Minglang, but she felt it was still too little; the Nine-tailed Furry Robe was prettier than all the clothes she had ever worn before.

“You are not going to refuse to sell it to me, are you?” Nie Qiqi said, a bit nervously.

“I’ll sell it. But indeed, for this amount of money, I’m at a loss. How about this-you take me to an even better place to fish. If there are Primordial Spirit Fish, they will be mine, to make up for the price difference of this robe?” Zhu Minglang proposed.

“Sure, sure, I call the shots at Nie Mountain Spirit Town, and you can fish as you please. Any Prime spirit life is yours, too!” Nie Qiqi was very happy, constantly rubbing her cheek on the robe as if she was hugging a cute little Nine-tailed Dragon all the time.

For a while, Nie Qiqi turned into a merry little sprite butterfly, fluttering at the peaceful riverside as if one could never tire of admiring her.

…

Nie Qiqi kept her word and took Zhu Minglang to their Nie Mountain Immortal Mansion, heading to their Immortal Mansion Back Mountain.

The Spiritual Rhyme was even stronger at the back mountain; the little animals living there all possessed some spiritual wisdom, suggesting that the Spirit Roots reserve of the Prime spirit creatures born here was much more substantial.

Zhu Minglang today was fully prepared with all his fishing gear, getting ready for a grand harvest in the Immortal Mansion Cave Heaven.

Ever since Nie Qiqi had tasted the joys of wild fishing and barbecuing with her own hands, she followed Zhu Minglang into the deep mountain pools of her own home.

Not wanting to soil her new attire, she had changed back into her original clothes and carefully wrapped up the robe, planning to wear it on important occasions.

Passing through woods, climbing mountains, stepping in rivers, gathering wild, even though she is a little princess of an Immortal’s House, she has been turned into a little wild cat by Zhu Minglang, scampering everywhere following him.

In the previous reincarnation, with all the fighting and killing, Zhu Minglang had grown tired; being an established warrior in the Dragon Gate for nearly a hundred years, he might not remember the details, but the sense of weariness was still there. Now, this kind of cultivation didn’t seem too bad…

Moreover, a significant part of all the Spiritual Rhyme in the world originated from the disintegration of Dragon Gate Lingben, which spread into the Nine Heavens Wilderness.

Along the way, the little Nine-tailed Dragon had been well-fed.

The back mountain of Nie Mountain Immortal Mansion was teeming with all kinds of Spirit Fruit and mountain delicacies; probably because of the divine providence, while the disciples of the Nie Mountain Immortal Clan were nowhere to be seen, whenever Zhu Minglang walked in, fruits blossomed everywhere, which he mostly fed to the mouth of his dragon.

The little Nine-tailed Dragon still had a preference for fruits.

The Chongwang Dragon, on the other hand, had no interest in fruits at all. Unless it was a Spirit Fruit matching its attributes, it wouldn’t even take a bite.

It wanted to eat bones!

Delicious fish bones!

Roasting bones of exotic beasts would be fine, too!

On the other hand, Nie Qiqi, who followed Zhu Minglang deep into the primeval forest, was full of excitement and anticipation. She wanted to eat roasted fish, perfectly charred on the outside and tender on the inside!

Even the ferocious exotic beasts reside in the back mountain, but with Wan Cheng following behind, they don’t need to worry too much.

Along the way, the Chongwang Dragon hunted an exotic beast on its own, then absorbed all its flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton behind, waiting for Zhu Minglang to roast it.

Perhaps I should learn cooking skills as well, and become a Kitchen God in this life?

An idea suddenly flashed through Zhu Minglang’s mind…

To be skilled in living, men like me who fluctuate between highs and lows, can still lead a comfortable life after a deep fall. Nature is full of gifts; as long as one is good at uncovering and discovering, one can quickly soar to great heights!

“Is this the place?” Zhu Minglang slid down a small cliff.

In front of them was a huge broken wall, beneath which lay a secluded pool, shrouded in mist, and when sunlight shone through, one could even see some special crimson glows. Anyone with Divine Sense could tell at a glance that this place was a Spirit Rhyme Gathering Pool!

Where Spirit Rhyme congregates is a science itself, something which Zhu Minglang does not understand well. If there is a next life, he might learn it then; after all, having many skills is an asset. But for now, he needs to master the technique of fishing for Primordial Spirit Fish…

If one can catch a Fish of the Primordial Spirit here, even a Divine Dragon like Little Jiuwei could greatly elevate its cultivation base.

Having prepared everything, Zhu Minglang began to fish.

Nie Qiqi, beside him, followed suit. Fishing itself is a pleasure, whether for gods or mortals, often it’s not about how unique or delicious that particular fish is, but that this return to primitive hunting and capturing is the purest form of joy.

Nie Qiqi, who was used to having everything given to her, found the feeling of fending for herself quite refreshing.

“The fish here are very cunning,” said Zhu Minglang.

“I’m so mad, no, I’m going to use spells now!” Nie Qiqi hadn’t caught a single one and began using some minor Immortal Techniques.

Nie Qiqi wasn’t a Dragon Shepherd; what she had learned was some kind of spell that Zhu Minglang had never seen before.

However, all creatures have wisdom. They know how to survive in a world filled with cultivators and gods. Small lives are very sensitive to the fluctuations of spells, and they’re also extremely alert to the aura of the Dragon Clan. It’s not realistic to capture them by relying on Immortal Techniques or dragons!

Sure enough, as soon as Nie Qiqi had the spell ready in her hand and was about to cast it into the pond, the Spirit Fish squirming in the water scattered in all directions, either darting into the holes in the broken wall or plunging into the deepest parts of the pond, disappearing without a trace.

“You’ve scared them all away,” said Zhu Minglang helplessly.

“Why won’t they bite the hook?” asked Nie Qiqi.

“You have to be patient. Everything in the world has its own way of living and rules that we may not easily notice. Even though fish are small, they have their own wisdom passed down through generations. They are born to avoid danger, born knowing how to fill their stomachs, and they’ve learned how to adapt to a spiritual world far more powerful than themselves,” explained Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang had seen many species, each with their own way of survival, some even with intelligence beyond the arrogant Human Race. Back on the Ghost Mark Star, the species there had taught a harsh lesson to the Immortals and Gods of the North Dipper God State.

“It’s just fish, yet you talk as if they’re something extraordinary,” Nie Qiqi pouted.

“The fact that you think this way shows that you really don’t understand the world,” Zhu Minglang said.

“As if you know so much about it. Even the Moon Radiance God wouldn’t dare claim to have fully understood the world,” Nie Qiqi retorted, not convinced.

“Then listen to me. If you think what I say makes sense, then obediently follow the simplest and most basic method to catch the fish, instead of impatiently using Immortal Techniques to obliterate them,” Zhu Minglang said.