Chapter 45

Tanggu looked at the lake water with a burning gaze, seeing the golden and green carp swimming in groups, crowding together, each one plump and large, playing and frolicking, completely unafraid of people, his eyes instantly lit up.

Thinking of the smell of grilled fish, even though he wasn't very hungry at first, he was now truly hungry.

He stood there motionless, as still as a statue.

However, his body was slightly leaning forward, the wooden spear in his hand raised high, bent into a large arc, aimed at the lake surface.

The wooden spear was filled with strength, like a large bow drawn taut, ready to release.

Tanggu's eyes were sharp, staring intently at the fish below, his whole body hanging over the lake, maintaining this posture for who knows how long.

Suddenly, with a "splash," a palm-sized green carp broke the water and swam toward a patch of green water grass near Tanggu's feet.

In that instant, Tanggu moved instantly. His eyes narrowed, and then the wooden spear in his right hand shot forward like lightning.

He did not aim at the green carp but at a point three inches in front of it.

"Thud."

A muffled sound, and the green carp was directly pierced by the wooden spear in Tanggu's hand. A stream of bright red blood immediately gushed out from the carp's body.

The blood gushed out, instantly dyeing half the lake red.

Tanggu flipped his wrist, lifting the wooden spear again, and with another flick, threw the unfortunate green carp onto the lake shore.

Tanggu discarded the wooden spear and walked to the still wriggling carp, clasped his hands together, and whispered, "Amitabha, fish, fish, don't blame me. I am hungry today and need to eat you. When I become successful in the future, I will come to this lake and burn paper money to help you transcend."

Mr. Fish, who saves the suffering and is full of compassion, will surely not abandon you. I will transcend for you."

After saying this, he bowed twice and, without any sincerity, took the green carp back to the lake water, using the golden dagger to cut open the fish's belly and remove the internal organs.

After washing it, Tanggu threaded it with a grass rope and walked to the shore.

He first built a simple stove with stones on the shore, then started a fire under the stove, and used a branch to grill the green carp.

Fortunately, he had brought enough seasonings, such as salt and spices, knowing that he wouldn't be back in a few days.

Although the seasonings were not many and somewhat monotonous, they were enough for grilling fish, evenly sprinkled into the cleaned fish belly.

Soon, the aroma of the fish spread far and wide, fragrant and inviting.

The fish meat sizzled, and drops of golden hot oil dripped from the fish onto the fire below, splashing sparks.

Tanggu kept turning the branch, and finally, the fish was cooked. He couldn't wait to pick it up and bite into it, his mouth full of bubbles, fish oil dripping down his chin.

But he was completely unaware, only feeling that the taste of this green carp was exceptionally fresh and delicious, different from the green carp he usually ate in town. Moreover, there seemed to be a faint warm current flowing through his body, making him feel warm all over.

In no time, the green carp was completely eaten, not a drop left. Tanggu wished he could even gnaw on the fish bones.

He threw the remaining fish bones to the side and looked at the ice-blue strange lake, thinking of the unique taste of the fish in the lake, feeling unsatisfied.

He touched his stomach, feeling it could still hold more. After some thought, Tanggu couldn't resist the deliciousness of the fish in the lake and walked to the shore again, repeating the process.

Soon, another golden carp met its fate, picked up, and placed on the shore to be grilled.

In the end, after eating four or five grilled fish, Tanggu finally sighed in satisfaction, feeling his stomach was truly full and couldn't eat any more.

He threw away the wooden spear and lay on a large rock by the shore, feeling completely relaxed, having never eaten such delicious food before, and feeling more comfortable than ever.

With his arm under his head, he silently gazed at the starry sky, beginning to think about his cultivation plan for the next three months.

But at that moment, the aftereffects of eating four or five grilled fish suddenly hit him. He felt a burning sensation in his dantian, and his whole body felt warm and full of energy.

Soon, despite the icy cold, sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, and steam rose from his body.

"What is this?"

Startled, Tanggu didn't dare to delay, quickly sat cross-legged, and began to examine his body internally. However, he found nothing abnormal, his body showing no signs of any issues.

Finally, his whole body became increasingly hot, and he felt as if he were under the scorching sun of midsummer. Unable to think of a solution, he circulated his primordial breath, deciding to control the heat and slowly guide it out of his body.

But at that moment, with a "boom," the massive heat converged into a single stream, passing through his body, making his tendons and meridians feel scalded as if by boiling water.

However, this was followed by an endless feeling of comfort, so pleasurable that Tanggu almost moaned.

Before he could expel the heat, it all merged into his body, spreading through his meridians and dantian, dispersing into his limbs and various acupoints.

The night passed quickly, and Tanggu opened his eyes, stood up, and casually threw a punch.

"Thud."

A muffled sound echoed in the air, followed by a white smoke-like ripple that spread backward, eventually reaching a dozen yards away to an ancient tree, which exploded into dust with a "bang."

The snow on the ancient tree scattered, breaking the morning silence.

Tanggu unexpectedly discovered that his physical constitution and the amount of primordial breath in his body had all improved to a new level.

Although the improvement wasn't significant, it was a noticeable progress. And this was just from one meal. What if he ate ten or more meals, or even continued eating the fish from the lake?

Thinking of this, Tanggu's eyes instantly brightened, vaguely guessing why the second and third-stage demonic beasts would travel hundreds or even thousands of miles to come to this lake to eat fish.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two and a half months had gone by.

The winter in the KONGLUN Snow Region had arrived, and the entire Ancient Python Mountain Range was covered in snow, with no birds in sight, everything wrapped in white.

On the surface of the small Mirror Lake, a person stood in the midst of the heavy snow, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his shoulders and eyebrows covered in ice, and a mist of white smoke rising from his head.

He remained motionless, like a stone statue, for half a month.

This person was none other than Tanggu, who had come here two and a half months ago.

At the beginning, he spent his days in a hidden canyon by the icy lake, practicing and refining his major martial techniques: the mysterious sword technique, the incomplete step technique, the first-grade intermediate martial technique Qingfeng Jue, the first-grade advanced martial technique Xiankong Quan, the first-grade supreme martial technique Huashui Chengbing, and the Du family's secret technique Leishui Kuangshe Zhi.

With his undivided attention, the speed of practicing these martial techniques improved rapidly!

The fastest one, "Huashui Chengbing Secret Technique," was almost at the peak of the thorough stage, about to enter the semi-transcendent realm.

The others were not far behind, each touching the threshold of the thorough stage to some extent.

At night, Tanggu fished in the icy lake for food, continuing to cultivate his qi path, with his primordial qi increasing at an extremely fast rate, showing signs of advancing to the late third stage of the qi path.

The speed of his primordial qi increase became even faster when, on the fifteenth day of his cultivation by the lake, he accidentally caught a strange silver fish with a red tail, a plow-shaped head, and five-element bone plates on its back from the depths of the lake. He quickly broke through to the peak of the third stage of the qi path.

He was just one step away from entering the fourth stage of the blue qi.

Since half a month ago, he had completely forgotten about practicing martial techniques and focused solely on sitting on Mirror Lake, beginning a long and formal seclusion.

This seclusion lasted for a full half a month, during which he remained motionless, as if dead, with no signs of life.

A cold wind blew, and a few leaves from a distant valley fell onto the small Mirror Lake, merging into the ice and slowly being covered by snow.

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