infodatos Chapter 1 Immortal Sect Raising Fish
Chapter 1 Immortal Sect Raising Fish
Immortal Sect, Dongxi Sect.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and water vapor lingered over Biyang Lake.
Fang Qi carried a wooden bucket and walked along the lake shore, throwing fish food into the lake as he went.
Blood and flesh fell into the lake like raindrops, and one after another, scarlet fish, splashing up white waves several meters high, frantically rushed over to snatch the food.
These are blood carp, carnivorous fish, excellent spiritual materials for alchemy and spiritual cuisine.
At this moment, Fang Qi held food in his hand, looking down at the school of fish, looking as if he could catch any fish he wanted, like heroes of the world crossing a river.
He stared straight ahead, his eyes like a clear spring, fixed on two large, fat, bright red crucian carp.
laugh!
A beam of light shot out from his fingertips, instantly scooping up the two large blood carp.
The two demonic fish were extremely agitated, their mouths full of sharp teeth tearing at the spiritual light.
However, this damage is like an egg hitting a rock in the face of magic.
Two large crucian carp, each weighing about a pound, floated lightly into the wooden bucket, enveloped in a radiant light.
"Two large crucian carp weighing about one pound each, that's enough to meet this month's quota."
Fang Qi picked up the wooden bucket and continued walking along the riverbank.
The so-called quota is the amount of fish caught that the outer disciples of the Dongxi Sect in Biyang Lake have to pay each month.
Two kilograms is the minimum share.
I've paid enough; I'll stay in the Immortal Sect.
not enough?
He was expelled from the sect and eaten by the ferocious monsters outside.
Of course, the immortal sects have rules, and as long as you raise the fish well, you'll be rewarded.
The more fish you hand over, the more spirit stones you receive.
There's a guy named Ning in the next courtyard who handed over three large, pound-sized crucian carp last month and received three shiny, large spirit stones on the spot.
Everyone wants spirit stones, and Fang Qi wants them too.
Among the large blood carp he raises, there are five that weigh over a kilogram. If he were to hand them over, he would certainly receive a good amount of spirit stones.
But he didn't intend to do that. On the contrary, he wanted to hide these treasure fish at the bottom of the lake so that no one else could see them.
Because he knew that being in the immortal sect meant he had to be careful in everything he did.
I received spirit stones this month, but what if I can't raise a large crucian carp weighing about 1 kilogram next month?
He might lose his life because of this.
For the sake of sustainable development, Fang Qi basically relied on welfare during the three months he spent in this world.
The only time I submitted three items was during the three-month rule of submitting one item every three months.
Besides the concept of sustainable development, there is an even more important reason, which is Fang Qi's code of conduct.
Within the immortal sect, he was just a lowly newbie at the second level of Qi Refining, so he kept a low profile and avoided the limelight.
To stand out, you must have plenty of confidence.
Although life has been tough and we're earning fewer spirit stones, we're making the most of our stability.
These few days are the deadline set by the Immortal Sect for handing over the fish. Fang Qi, carrying two large crucian carp steadily, left Biyang Lake and headed towards the fish market.
I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I arrived at the fish market.
"Junior Brother Fang?"
Ning Yanzu had a miserable look on his face. He had only managed to raise one large blood carp weighing about a kilogram this month, and with the day of delivery fast approaching, he was extremely worried.
He glanced at the two large crucian carp that Fang Qi was carrying, and his expression immediately changed.
Has this guy already collected enough shares?
has a problem!
Others might not know, but as Fang Qi's neighbor, he knew very well.
Three months ago, Fang Qi had to work part-time every day sweeping the yard and feeding the spirit beasts for Deacon Wang of the Fish Farm in order to barely save up enough flesh and blood spirit stones to raise two large crucian carp weighing one pound each.
But now, this guy not only stops sweeping the yard, but is also rarely seen. He rarely goes to Biyang Lake to feed the fish, and instead, for three consecutive months, he has collected all the fish two days before the fish delivery day.
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
This person entered the sect at the same time as him, but his spiritual roots and cultivation were inferior to his, yet he lived a more and more comfortable life.
I heard that Deacon Wang obtained the Dragon Yang Secret Technique three months ago, and this guy just happened to recover during those three months...
It definitely is!
Ning Yanzu looked disdainful.
Although he also wanted to cultivate a relationship with the butler, he was ashamed and disdainful of doing so by selling his body.
Moreover, what exactly is the Dragon Yang Secret Technique?
It was said to be a pure yang technique, extremely powerful, but he learned by chance that its essence was similar to the demonic Hehuan technique.
Deacon Wang is a cultivator, while Fang Qi is merely a cauldron.
What good can come of a furnace or cauldron?
"Senior Brother Ning is here to hand in his fish too?"
Fang Qi bowed slightly, didn't linger, stepped through the gate, and entered the fish market.
Ning Yanzu glanced sideways at Fang Qi, his eyes darting around.
"This guy sold himself into fish farming; there might even be some big fish in the fishpond!"
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The fish-giving days at Biyang Lake are from the 20th to the 25th of the month, but in reality, very few people come to give away their fish in the first three days. Most people are stuck in the last two days, or even the last few hours.
Fishmonger Wang Feng lay on the large chair, reminiscing about the exhilarating experience of practicing the Dragon Yang Secret Technique last night.
"Greetings, Steward Wang."
Fang Qi arrived with the fish and bowed respectfully.
Wang Feng was at the height of his excitement when a voice interrupted him, and he looked up impatiently.
Upon seeing the newcomer carrying two large, blood-red carp, he paused slightly.
He recognized Fang Qi; he used to be an outer disciple who swept his courtyard in exchange for spirit stones to buy fish food.
But for some unknown reason, this kid suddenly quit three months ago.
Without his support, a boy who couldn't afford fish food and flesh would have a hard time raising a pound-sized blood carp, and thus would have a hard time staying in the sect.
Unexpectedly, in these three months, Fang Qi not only managed to collect the required amount every month, but he also did so earlier than others each time.
Did you find other work?
A hint of ferocity flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, before a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Both fish weigh about 1.2 pounds, not bad."
He waved his hand, collected the two fish, and glanced at Fang Qi twice.
He was handsome with clear eyes and plenty of energy, though his cultivation level was a bit low. Nevertheless, he was still a top-notch furnace for cultivating the Dragon Yang Secret Technique.
"Would you like to work at the fish market?" he asked with a smile.
Although he already had three cultivation furnaces, preparing cultivation resources in advance was a long-standing habit of his.
Keep this kid under your nose, and you can enjoy him anytime.
Upon hearing this, Fang Qi first feigned excitement, then, as if knowing his own limitations, quickly and sincerely replied:
"Thank you for your guidance, but my cultivation is too low. I only know how to raise fish and I am afraid I am not up to the job of managing the fish farm."
The work in the fish farm is much easier than raising fish. Not only are there no performance evaluations based on fish catch, but the monthly spirit stones are also much higher.
The key point is that you can also build a relationship with the butler.
For most people, this would be a dream come true.
But there's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if it did, it would probably be as hard as a meteorite and could kill someone.
"Hehe, it's alright. Whenever you want to come, just come find me." Wang Feng appeared indifferent, but he was surprised inwardly.
This kid actually refused.
They do have some brains.
But did you think that meant you wouldn't have to come anymore?
Cut off the supply of spirit stones, or stop the market from selling this kid's fish-eating flesh and blood...
When they can no longer raise fish, they will come to him for help.
It tastes even better when it's delivered to your door.
......
Fang Qi bowed respectfully, left the fish market, and returned to his residence.
His residence consisted of three houses and a courtyard, built overlooking the lake.
In my previous life, this detached house and courtyard would have been the envy of countless people.
Unfortunately, this is the world of cultivation.
Even within the immortal sects, danger lurks everywhere.
Fang Qi had no interest in a refined residence; he only wanted to cultivate.
Simmer a pot of spirit rice and a pot of spirit tea.
Spiritual objects are rare, and the spiritual energy released during the brewing process should not be wasted.
Amidst the fragrant aroma, he sat cross-legged in the center of the main room, practicing the "Five Elements Breathing Method".
This method is the common cultivation method for outer disciples of the Dongxi Sect, and it is suitable for someone with mixed spiritual roots like him.
Of course, the higher the universality, the lower the rank.
After cultivating for most of the day, my spiritual power increased very little.
"Cultivating immortality is difficult..."
"Let's change our environment."
Fang Qi released two streams of spiritual energy, enveloping the cooked spiritual rice and spiritual tea, and then gently waved his sleeve.
The scene before my eyes has suddenly changed.
This is a mansion with a traditional Chinese courtyard layout. The facade, made of blue bricks and gray tiles, is dignified and imposing. The vermilion gate is adorned with a bronze door knocker with cloud patterns, and a plaque reading "Fang Mansion" hangs above the door.
At the alley entrance outside the gate, several rickshaws were neatly parked on the roadside. The drivers were either squatting or standing, chatting and eating flatbread, occasionally getting up to solicit passersby.
In the main hall, Fang Qi sat at the table, his aura calm and reserved.
A bronze incense burner on the table emitted a faint scent of sandalwood, with wisps of smoke rising gently.
"This world is so much more comfortable."