Immortality begins with meditation puppets

"Hehehe, the five thousand-year period has come to an end. The agreement between my Fish-Dragon Clan and the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom is hereby nullified. Listen up, little evil god over there, from this day forward, the millions of miles of sea area near Wanghai shall be under the control of my Fish-Dragon Clan."

Without the approval of the Fish Dragon King, not a single plank of wood is allowed to go to sea, and not a single sail is permitted to enter the harbor of Wanghai City. In this sea area, only the Fish Dragon King has the final say!

The fourth-tier Fish Dragon King, with its imposing demonic power, transformed into a humanoid form, standing tens of feet tall. It was bare-chested and had a ferocious collar around its neck made of strings of human heads. It wielded a crescent-shaped shovel-like weapon.

Judging from his appearance, he's not someone to be trifled with.

After he spoke, his cackling laughter, identical to that of the demonic cultivators, caused all the cultivators on the treasure ship to frown.

Wanghai City relies on the sea for its livelihood. If the coastal area is controlled by sea beasts, what will they eat in the future?
However, the strange appearance of this fourth-tier fish dragon king led all the cultivators, including Su Qing, to turn their suspicious gazes toward Rao Tingshan.

Rao Tingshan shook his head with a wry smile and quickly explained:
"Please don't think that this Dragon King Fish is a trap planted by my Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom to deliberately embarrass this High Evil God."

This fish-dragon is of extraordinary origin and has connections with the true dragon clan in the Sea of ​​Return to Nothingness. In the past, when this demon invaded my Wanghai City, even the Nascent Soul Real Person of my Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom only dared to suppress this fish-dragon king for five thousand years.

Now that the time has come, it can only be said that the timing of this high-ranking evil god's arrival was unfortunate!

Upon hearing his explanation, Ying Wushen and the others shook their heads in disbelief.

Isn't it a coincidence that others don't know, but Yuanlailou doesn't?

No wonder that Master Zhao Chun fled Wanghai long ago, even though his term of office was not yet over. He knew that the Fish Dragon King would be unsealed soon and did not want to fight him!

However, the Dizang Evil Kingdom and the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom take turns ruling this immortal city.

Since they enjoy the offerings from the Immortal City, they must also have the strength to protect the Immortal City from being lost!

Amidst the anticipation of the cultivators, Gao Erqiang faced the oppressive aura of the fourth-tier Fish Dragon King head-on, yet his momentum remained undiminished, displaying the might of a fourth-tier Great Evil.

"I have long heard of a great demon in the Western Sea who shares the same hobby as me: collecting human heads. I see that you have twenty-six heads hanging around your neck, which still retain spiritual energy after a thousand years. They must all be the heads of third-level body cultivators, Golden Core cultivators."

"To possess such a treasure, you must be Fellow Daoist Yu Tou Chan, right? Er Qiang greets you, Fellow Daoist. I am delighted that you wish to sit and discuss the Dao with me, but I am quite displeased if you desire to dominate this coastal area!"

Fish Head Shovel's eyes were white, and he looked at the Taoist priest opposite him with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

According to the news from the sea, the evil god is now in charge of Wanghai City. That's why it dares to come and bully it. After all, if the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom were in charge, given its power in the Western Sea, it wouldn't dare to provoke it after suffering for five thousand years.

Whether it's an evil god or not, you'll know once you try!
"You Taoist priest, how many years have you cultivated your Taoist arts? You dare to share the same hobby as me? I'll only ask you one question: are you in charge of Wanghai City now?"

"With the favor of the Holy God and the support of fellow Daoists in the city, I will indeed be in charge of Wanghai City for the next thousand years!"

As always, Erqiang is well-mannered and polite.

"As long as you're in charge, that's fine. You just said you were unhappy that I was in charge of this sea, so now I'll make you happy!"

Fish Head Shovel shouted angrily, and with a golden arc, he swung the precious shovel at Erqiang.

However, he was a powerful demon skilled in close combat.

The two strongmen did not rely on close combat; instead, they retreated and reached out to strike horizontally.

It drew upon the spiritual energy within a hundred miles to create a gleaming white claw, which met the crescent-shaped giant shovel whose power could shake the seas.

Bang!
The white bone claws clashed with the crescent-shaped giant shovel, causing a surge of spiritual energy and physical force. At the point of intersection, a white line instantly split open on the sea surface, and the aftershocks possessed the power to cleave the sea and split the land.

"You do have some skill; you are indeed qualified to fight me!"

The fish head shovel's eyes widened, dissipating the remaining force of the crescent-shaped shovel's bone claws, and it praised Erqiang.

At this moment, it was even more doubtful.

The two strong men just now used not evil magic, but Taoist magic!

Unlike humans who cultivate the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, it does not use the power of the Dharma Image to enhance the power of its Daoist arts, yet it can still make these Daoist arts have the ability to resist its innate brute force.

What kind of strategy is this? The fish-head shovel, suppressed for five thousand years, can't figure it out and needs to try again!
Its dragon body swung its tail, stirring up vast waves in the deep sea, pressing down on the two powerful figures as if covering the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, Erqiang remained completely calm. He calmly made a hand gesture, and thunderclouds gathered in the sky, followed by a torrent of lightning.

Amidst the lightning and serpentine dance, Su Qing clearly saw streaks of black lightning hidden within.

"Five Thunder Yang Fire is the signature technique of Master Lei Guang of the Yunshan Sect. He has been studying this technique for nearly a thousand years, but he can only generate one wisp of Yang Fire."

"Can Gao Erqiang really unleash over a hundred streams of Yang Fire at once? It seems his current abilities are likely the result of his years of Taoist practice, not some evil art!"

Su Qing had experienced the power of the Five Thunder Yang Fire twice in his battles with Master Lei Guang and Yin Ganyu.

Knowing that this technique is difficult to deal with even with just one strike, and now that hundreds of strikes are being unleashed simultaneously, no one other than a Nascent Soul cultivator or a fourth-order being has any chance of resisting it.

It was like the power of hundreds of Earth-level Dao techniques being unleashed simultaneously!

Su Qing looked at Er Qiang again and saw that he was holding a thin, cicada-wing-like spirit shuttle between his fingers, from which fish-shaped lightning was dancing and leaping!

"The Five Thunder Shuttle is the legacy of the Cloud Mountain Sect. It was originally thought that this shuttle would be destroyed and disappear along with White Cloud Immortal City, but unexpectedly it fell into the hands of the two strong men!"

Su Qing, who had been watching Erqiang's movements closely, muttered to himself, seemingly certain that the fish-headed man opposite him was no match for Erqiang. He only wanted to get a glimpse of Erqiang's current strength from his actions.

Most of them may have come from the legacy of the Yunshan Sect!
Lightning pierced through the water mist, but the yang fire was even faster. The sky was filled with lightning and yang fire, and the moment it hit the fish head shovel, it exploded with thunder and lightning, burning and roasting.

The moment the aroma of roasted meat reached my ears.

Su Qing, aboard the treasure ship, then let out a loud shout:
"This little fish-headed monster dares to act so arrogantly towards me, the Evil God of the Sea? How laughable! Fellow Daoist Gao, please go ahead and teach this fourth-tier fish-dragon king a lesson. I will take care of the fish-dragons below and make sure they don't interfere with your battle!"

"Then I thank Fellow Daoist Su. Fellow Daoist Su, rest assured, with me here, I will definitely not let this fourth-tier fish head king disturb your hunt!"

Gao Erqiang nodded with a smile. He knew perfectly well that Su Qing saw that the fourth-tier fish-head king was no match for him, so he wanted to take the opportunity to kill its offspring and take the true dragon blood from the fish-dragons.

But even though this is a great deal, you need the ability to seize it!

Even if he could block the fish head shovel for them, the group of fish and dragons themselves were not to be trifled with.

Five Tier 3 fish-dragons, along with over a hundred Tier 2 fish-dragons, are lurking in the deep sea. Unless all the cultivators on the treasure ship unite, they might not be able to fight them.

But do they have the courage of Su Qing to snatch chestnuts from the fire during a battle between fourth-tier powerful beings?

Ying Wushen and the others were naturally too cowardly to do anything but watch in horror as Su Qing plunged headfirst into the deep sea.

They jumped way too fast, giving them no time to persuade them. Only Rao Tingshan loudly reminded them:
"Fellow Daoist Su, the most valuable parts of the fish-dragon are its blood and its fins. My Yuanlai Pavilion is willing to pay a hefty price for the best fins!"

"Fellow Daoist's words have reminded me that I, Jia Tianxia, ​​can also refine the fish-dragon skin into fish-dragon armor!"

"That's right! My Duan family's puppet shop can also use fish-dragon bones to forge fish-dragon puppets!"

Every part of the fish-dragon is a treasure. In the eyes of Ying Wushen, who is said to be a cultivator on the treasure ship but is actually more like a businessman, they dare not provoke this group of fish-dragons. However, that does not prevent them from buying the materials they need from Su Qing after he kills the dragon. They can still make some money.

The waters of the Western Sea have the effect of obstructing people's divine senses. Legend has it that when the ancient sea flooded the land, an ancient great being used his supernatural powers to protect the creatures submerged by the sea from being found by foreign enemies, so that no one could see beneath the Western Sea, allowing countless creatures to thrive and multiply in the deep sea.

Over the years, the effects of this great supernatural power have gradually weakened, but at most, Golden Core cultivators like Rao Tingshan can only glimpse the depths and heights of the sea.

The group of fish and dragons were mostly at a depth of over a thousand feet, and Su Qing had no idea how deep he had plunged in. The battle between the two was something they could not possibly witness.

It's not very exciting, so whether you watch it or not doesn't really matter.

The most exciting part is the earth-shattering battle between Gao Xieshen and the Fish Head Shovel.

The strength of a fourth-tier demon like the Fish Head Shovel, which refines its physical body, depends primarily on the extent of its ancestral bloodline.

If the ancestors who reverted to their ancestral forms were just some nobodies or insignificant creatures, no matter how strong their original demons were, they would not be stronger than these ancestors. Their strength and potential would both be at the bottom of the fourth tier.

However, if one possesses a bloodline of a different ancestral species, the situation is quite different. One can unleash some of the supernatural powers of one's ancestors, and one's strength can rival that of a Nascent Soul cultivator from a major sect or a king general from the Central Plains.

Different bloodlines also vary in strength. For example, among the Azure Lion clan, the true kings of the ancestral Suanni and the ancestral Qilin are far more powerful than their status among the demon race.

The bloodline of the Fish Head Shovel, which reverts to its ancestral form, is extremely remarkable. It is the Black Dragon that drives the mountain. Although it is a weaker type of true dragon, it is still a true dragon.

Caught off guard, he was first tricked by Gao Erqiang's Five Yang Thunderfire, and then Gao Erqiang used various Cloud Mountain Taoist techniques to punch holes all over his humanoid body, which made him roar in anger and use his true methods.

After a roar that made all living beings around tremble and want to prostrate themselves in submission, the fish-head shovel revealed its true form, and behind it, an ancestral phantom materialized.

In the eyes of the cultivators, the fish-head shovel had a fish head and a dragon body. Only a small part of the dragon's body was covered with dragon scales, and no dragon claws grew from its belly. It only had two small golden fish fin-shaped claws, and it did not look like a real dragon.

But behind it is the ancestral phantom, with a golden dragon head displaying its mighty dragon power, a black dragon body stretching for thousands of miles, and a dragon tail binding a heavy mountain phantom, as if an ancient scene has been recreated, and a real dragon is flying through the air and chasing the mountain!
"The Black Dragon of the Mountain-Mountain is unparalleled in its physical body and possesses immense strength to move mountains. Upon reaching adulthood, it possesses the power of a deity. It is truly fortunate that I, a humble Daoist, have the opportunity to witness the true image of the dragon today. However, my dragon scales have not yet fully grown, nor have its claws and head emerged."

It will take more than ten thousand years for it to grow into the Mountain-Catching Black Dragon. Right now, it only has the strength of a fourth-order low-grade dragon, which is no match for Xiaodao.

"The descendants of true dragons all possess great destiny, and I truly do not wish for the bloodline of true dragons to be lost in my hands. Fellow Daoist, you should go to the depths of the Western Sea. As long as you do not invade my Wanghai in the future, all will be well!"

Faced with the fish-head shovel that had manifested its true form and summoned the phantom of a real dragon, Gao Erqiang was not afraid but laughed, sincerely telling the fish-head shovel to know its place and retreat, which only made the fish-head shovel even angrier.

It originally intended to conjure a phantom of a real dragon to make this brat sweat profusely, but unexpectedly, this brat underestimated its fish-head shovel!
It was suppressed for five thousand years, but it didn't stay idle during those five thousand years; it spent day and night digging into the bloodline within its body.

If the Black Dragon weren't originally a land-based dragon species, and the environment of the Western Sea wasn't suitable for its growth, it might have already developed full dragon scales and possessed the power of a mid-grade fourth-tier dragon species.

Even now, a mere fourth-tier low-grade true dragon species is not something a greenhorn like him can look down upon.

Enraged, the fish-headed shovel throbbed, its slender dragon body surging into a ball, releasing true dragon blood energy that spewed out from its head.

However, it was a long-range demonic art that it had practiced over the past five thousand years, summarizing the lessons of the war, in order to avoid being kited by those damned human magic cultivators using their magic again.

Gathering its true dragon blood and energy, and unleashing its power, this cannon shot will sweep away the humiliation it has endured for five thousand years, and eliminate all obstacles that prevent it from setting sail, landing, occupying land, and becoming the overlord of the Western Sea.

The fish-head cannon, formed purely from internal energy, resembled a falling meteor, leaving a trail of golden flames in its wake. To the cultivators on the treasure ship, it was as if the blazing sun was hurtling towards them, an unstoppable and irresistible sight.

Gao Erqiang, however, shook his head slightly, seemingly regretting that the fish-head shovel was still so stubbornly attacking him.

With a casual wave of his hand, clouds filled the sky around him, illuminating the deep blue sea and coating the boundless water with golden patterns. Gao Erqiang, amidst the clouds, appeared like a god. He merely glanced coldly at the fish-head cannon that was silently swallowed by the clouds, before unleashing mysterious Taoist techniques from within the light, which surged towards the fish-head shovel.

The majestic Five Thunders, the White Emperor Bone Claw, the sword control technique that is similar to but superior to that of the Western Sea sword cultivators, and even the Five Elements Dao techniques such as the Gale Blade, the Flame Technique, and the Thick Earth Technique that have been overused by rogue cultivators.

The two powerful figures seem to possess the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous; any Taoist technique in their hands seems to unleash power far exceeding its original strength.

One person's spell was as if all the cultivators of a sect or a country were attacking at once, and in an instant, the fish-head shovel was overwhelmed with Taoist magic.

Fish Head Shovel never expected its Fish Head Cannon to be so useless, nor did it expect that its body, honed over thousands of years, would also be so incompetent.

Faced with this endless array of Taoist arts, the physical body that was once invincible and seemingly unassailable is now as fragile as paper. Where dragon scales provide protection, the damage is minimal, with only the scales falling off without much suffering. However, the areas unprotected by dragon scales are in dire straits, with the skin torn open and blood flowing freely. It takes a hundred years for a single drop of true dragon blood to condense, and in just this instant, forty or fifty drops have been lost!
This is absolutely awful!

Fortunately, it was useless, but the ancestors it summoned were still useful.

The illusory black dragon that chased the mountain opened and closed its head, spewing out the light of its primordial spirit, dissolving all kinds of Taoist techniques. Its tail lashed out at the black mountain, using it as a hammer to shatter bone claws, gusts of wind, thick earth, and other Taoist techniques. (End of Chapter)