Chapter 566: Meeting an old friend again

He was an old man, but an extremely robust and mighty one, though he had already fainted.

His hair and beard were white, but his body was tall and his frame sturdy; only his muscles were weakened. It was clear that in the past, he must have had a strong Physical Body, and his Qi and Blood contained infinite power, but now he had become weak, making him appear listless.

Moreover, this old man wasn't caught by the anchor; it seemed... he had actively swum over, then desperately grabbed the fishhook, and subsequently fainted, allowing Li Qi to reel him in.

It was just a bit peculiar.

“Hmm... he looks, somehow familiar,” Li Qi thought, preparing to drag the other party onto the small boat.

He cast a Water Control Daoist Art, and the sea below began to flow, continuously rising, forming a transparent giant hand made of seawater, attempting to lift the old man.

But, after trying to lift him, Li Qi let out a surprised gasp: “Eh?”

Goodness, the Water Control spell couldn't lift him.

The Daoist Art was completely repelled by the other party's skin, just like trying to grasp a gel ball in water—slippery and impossible to get a grip on.

A Martial Artist, and one of no low Grade, could repel all Daoist Art with just their Qi and Blood. Their Martial Dao Inner Qi flowed like mercury, making all Daoist Art useless, and Divine Ability could not easily approach them.

For such a Martial Artist to achieve this level even in a comatose state, if they were to fully unleash their power, their Inner Energy would fill a hundred zhang around their body, their Qi and Blood would surge like wolf smoke, and their Martial Dao Divine Intent would float in the air. It's likely that all Daoist Art that touched them would be suppressed.

“This really is a big fish, but... he really looks familiar. Senior of the Shen Yijun? It shouldn’t be, the appearance isn’t similar, although the temperament is a bit alike, that Senior’s Inner World has True Dragon Bloodline.” Li Qi muttered to himself.

The Inner World of the Shen Yijun members were blessed by multiple True Dragons. This Senior was the type who led Dragon-slaying squads to chop up True Dragons daily, then stuffed the Dragon's parts into his body.

The shriveled old man in front of him, though Divine Blood flowed through his body, suggesting he had the Bloodline of a Heavenly God, he lacked Dragon Blood. He was more than just a step below that Senior.

Thinking these things, Li Qi no longer used Daoist Art to lift him. Instead, he went into the water himself, physically carried the other party, and jumped onto the boat.

Indeed, what Daoist Art couldn't handle, physical means easily did.

After lifting the old man onto the boat, Li Qi felt his neck.

His heart pulse was strong, even stronger than Li Qi's own lively one.

Damn it, he really was a Martial Artist. Though severely injured and unconscious, his body's vitality was still much stronger than Li Qi, a Shaman.

However, this also proved that the other party was not in mortal danger. He must have seen Li Qi's fishhook before losing consciousness and rushed over to grab it.

Hmm... then let him wake up.

However, one must always be on guard. What if the other party wasn't benevolent? Saving him might lead to being bitten back. At such close range, if a Martial Artist woke up and decided to attack, it would be life-threatening.

So Li Qi bound the other party tightly with Divine Gold Locks and then inserted silver needles into his body to impede the flow of Qi and Blood.

This wouldn't make the other party lose their combat ability, nor would it provide much restriction, but if the other party had malicious intent and wanted to act, they would first have to force out the silver needles, break free from the gold locks, and only then could they act.

With that time, Li Qi would have already retreated three hundred li away, at which point he would have a path to either flee or fight.

Having done all this, Li Qi placed the unconscious old man at the stern of the boat and continued fishing.

He hoped the next catch would be a fish.

Li Qi, filled with the calm and peaceful mindset of a middle-aged man, continued to cast his rod.

This fishing lasted for sixty-five days.

A full sixty-five days.

It was truly a great harvest!

Li Qi's fishing gear set also included a fish basket. Inside this fish basket was water from the East Sea, about... seven hundred li deep and three thousand li in circumference, which would be a vast sea in the mortal world.

Fish caught could be placed inside and it was difficult for them to escape. This was one of the valuable aspects of the Seventh Grade fishing gear.

Among the catches of sixty-five days, there was one genuine Seventh Grade big fish, eight hundred li long, with a mane-like spine. It was a beast formed by the Dao of the East Sea. It was edible, but not tasty. However, if one put effort into refining it, removing the beast's shell, one could obtain a Dao representing the waves of the East Sea, which would be quite useful for juniors.

Additionally, there were seven or eight Eighth Grade big fish, most of which were also beasts, or some demon race creatures without developed intelligence. Li Qi roasted one tasty one and put the others in the fish basket.

The tasty one took over forty days to finish, and Li Qi was almost tired of eating it.

He also caught some ignorant little fools, all Ninth Grade demon race, who thought they had encountered a stroke of luck and found a lost Seventh Grade Spiritual Artifact. They hastily bit the hook, were reeled in by Li Qi, given a lecture, and then released.

It was a shame they lived in the world; where in the world could one find such easy pickings?

In the world, there were no coincidences, and naturally, no strokes of luck.

Outside the domain, there were indeed, but outside the domain, besides strokes of luck, there was more danger.

Although the world was strong, it was not particularly bloodthirsty. Great Powers, apart from Dao disputes, were generally peaceful. But the internal strife of the outer worlds, the life-and-death struggles between those civilizations, that was where the true danger lay.

After lecturing these little monsters, Li Qi leisurely enjoyed his free time.

On the afternoon of the sixty-fifth day, Li Qi cast his rod again. With a flick of the hook, he saw a clam girl, tightly bound by the fishing line, being pulled up by him.

“Again...” Li Qi sighed.

He lectured the tender, shy, trembling clam girl again, telling her the concept that “there are no strokes of luck in the world.”

“Th-thank you, Senior.” The clam girl quickly bowed.

“Alright, go on. Can you find your way back?” Li Qi asked.

“Yes!” The clam girl immediately bowed and replied.

Then Li Qi flicked his finger, sending the other party into the sea, preparing to cast his next rod.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the old man behind him began to disintegrate, and then Dao began to surge outwards.

Extremely pure Qi and Blood shot out, and the surrounding seawater suddenly surged with a massive amount of Spiritual Qi. Large numbers of ordinary fish and living beings began to undergo demonization.

This scene was like...

A complete tonic pill.

Truly, the old man now was indeed that complete tonic pill. His Qi and Blood surged outwards; anyone who took a breath of it could probably easily enter the Martial Dao.

Li Qi's eyes widened. He could feel that the other party was entering death, and at the same time as his death, his Qi and Blood, Divine Qi, and even his entire Inner World were disintegrating.

If he seized this opportunity, perhaps... he could gain a High Grade Fifth Grade Spiritual Artifact!

This was truly a freebie.

Anyway, the other party was going to die. If he acted now, curbed the other party's dispersal, Sealed and refined his body, he might gain a Fifth Grade Puppet or a Fifth Grade Zombie.

These things were incredibly powerful!

Even Li Qi couldn't help but be tempted for a moment.

However, perhaps by coincidence, or subconsciously, he glanced at his fishing rod.

There are no strokes of luck in the world.

At this thought, Li Qi decisively abandoned his idea and instead reached out his hand, beginning to prevent the other party from dispersing.

After all, it was a life; he would try to save it.

He immediately stepped forward, placing his hands on the other party's five vital organs.

Then, he lightly tapped his fingers in the air, and several divine flames ignited around him, as if incense candles were arranged. At the same time, he pointed his halberd and performed the Yu Step, moving in a circle.

Next, he dipped his finger in saliva and wrote symbols on the old man's body, writing five large characters at the locations of the five vital organs:.

Heart, Liver, Spleen, Lung, Kidney.

The five large characters glowed, and Li Qi touched them again, letting out a low shout: “Rise!”

Suddenly, there was a surge of wind and waves. The characters he had written, those for heart and liver, actually began to slowly squirm.

As the characters squirmed, they even began to vitalize!

Then, the character for heart began to beat, the character for lung began to contract, the character for spleen gradually stored Qi and Blood, drawing back the disintegrating Qi and Blood, the character for kidney purified the internal environment and blood, and the character for liver swallowed the invading external evils.

Using characters to represent organs, temporarily sustaining the other party's life, this was also a method of Shamancraft.

In ancient times, in the primordial era, ancient Shamanes would write characters on paper and have people eat them, which could sustain their lives long enough for them to speak their last words.

The internal organs created by this method naturally couldn't last long, but they didn't need to last long.

Having sustained a breath, Li Qi immediately began the next step.

Since the other party was a Martial Artist, it would be simpler.

He stretched out his hand, squeezing out rows of seaweed from the sea, and took out several Spiritual Plants from his pocket. Regardless of their use, he burned them all to ash, then took out a bean, planted it in the ashes, and rolled it into a dull, grayish pill, just like the shoddy stuff produced by those Jianghu Shaman doctors.

However, it was actually useful.

As the saying goes: “They sharpen their plows, begin to work in the southern fields, sow their hundred grains, and truly contain Life Qi.”

After the farmers weeded out the roots of plants, they would then use sharp plows to turn the soil, and only then plant their seeds. All of them would contain good Life Qi, truly being seeds.

“Han” means to contain or store, so it becomes “han” (含), like holding something in one's mouth. “Huo” means life, so it means to live. It means that the seeds contain Life Qi, and planting them will surely lead to growth.

Taking the Life Qi of the seeds to symbolize germination.

Of course, this bit of Life Qi was certainly not enough, but the other party was a Martial Artist. A Martial Artist's Qi and Blood were naturally powerful. With a little activation, the other party might just come back to life on their own.

Of course, if he didn't wake up...

Then he didn't wake up. What else could be done? He had done his best. It wasn't worth Li Qi spending huge sums of Heaven And Earth Treasure and racking his brains to save him.

Just do it casually. If he can be saved, save him. If not, forget it.

He stuffed the herb ash pill into the other party's mouth, then Li Qi retreated, hiding far away.

Emergency measures had been taken; the rest was up to fate.

Just like that, after a while, the old man's Qi and Blood suddenly burst forth as if stimulated by something!

Qi and Blood rise, a mystical phenomenon, brilliantly illuminating the Li Palace;

Wolf smoke rages in the shadows, startling the old True Dragon!

A surge of powerful Qi and Blood erupted with his heartbeat, like a blazing fire, rising from the ground, obscuring the sun and creating clouds. Two hundred li around were boiled by the intense Qi and Blood.

“Wow, such a big commotion, he should be alive, right?” Li Qi looked at the scene, knowing the other party had awakened. This was likely self-rescue.

Such a massive Qi and Blood impact...

Someone will probably arrive soon.

Li Qi saw the Qi and Blood heatwave about to reach him and retreated another five hundred li.

Five hundred li was not enough; after a while, the heatwave struck again.

However, just as Li Qi was about to retreat further, at this moment, a bright light swept across the sky.

In the sky, from the Astral Wind Layer, a Daoist Art descended.

Li Qi couldn't understand what that Daoist Art was, but as soon as it fell, it was like spring rain, and the surrounding turbulent Qi and Blood heatwave was directly calmed.

The boiling sea cooled down, the damage was suppressed, and even the old man's body was incidentally suppressed, all his Qi and Blood forcefully blocked inside his body.

But luckily, with Li Qi's characters, the double organs prevented the Qi and Blood from having nowhere to go, but the characters Li Qi wrote also began to overload, looking like they were about to explode.

But Li Qi ignored those and looked up at the sky.

Patrolling Envoys.

It was his first time seeing a Patrolling Angel.

The other party didn't even stop; after resolving the situation, they left directly. Li Qi never saw their true face from beginning to end.

Quite mysterious.

Just as Li Qi was looking up at the sky, the five large characters written on the old man's body suddenly exploded.

But at the same time, he also took a deep breath and suddenly sat up from the boat.

Li Qi also began to accelerate, rushing towards the boat.

Soon, Li Qi lightly landed on the bow, looking at the old man.

Li Qi's pupils constricted slightly.

The Daoist Art that the Patrolling Angel had cast from afar had imprinted itself on the old man's body, like a tattoo. The explosion just now originated from this.

That Patrolling Angel, without saying a word, casually struck as they passed by, forcefully knocking down the old man's First Grade cultivation!

Now, Li Qi could even tell that the old man's Martial Dao Inner Qi was extremely weak, having fallen from Fifth Grade to Sixth Grade.

However, it could be considered a blessing in disguise. This actually saved him. The chaotic Inner Energy, after dropping in Grade, was reduced to less than one percent, finally bursting Li Qi's character-made internal organs and calming down, allowing the old man to successfully awaken.

He didn't know if that Patrolling Angel was intentional or coincidental, but... looking at their high and mighty attitude, it was probably coincidental.

But for a Fifth Grade to be so easily knocked down one Grade in cultivation, it was truly...

From Fifth Grade to Sixth Grade, though it was said to be a drop of one Grade, it actually meant cutting off over ninety-nine percent of one's cultivation... almost equivalent to having one's home ransacked.

“Senior, are you feeling better? Although I don't think you seem to be doing too well.” Li Qi stepped forward and said.

He saw the old man stand up, cough twice, look at Li Qi, and then call out his name: “Li Qi?”

“Hmm?” Li Qi was surprised: “You know me?”

The old man sat down and calmed his breathing, saying: “I taught you how to fish, do you remember? This is truly... Karma. I taught you how to fish, and I never thought one day you would actually catch me.”

“Shen Yijun? No, you are completely different from that Senior back then.” Li Qi frowned.

The Senior spat: “Of course, I’m different. The accumulated True Dragon Qi and the embedded True Dragon Inner World have been completely drawn away, the Divine Blood in my body has been refined, and now I’ve even been knocked down one Grade in cultivation. It would be a ghost if I still looked the same.”

Hearing this, Li Qi's expression became somewhat subtle.

It seemed that ever since their farewell at the Underworld, the other party had been living quite miserably.

The Dragon Slayer seemed to have been slayed by a Dragon.