Taming Beasts and Cultivating Immortality from Two Realms

Chapter 39 A bright future
‘It’s over! ’

Seeing this scene, Chen Beiwu's mood instantly fell to the bottom.

He was well-versed in thousands of books, so he naturally knew how valuable the Demon King's blood was. It was a treasure that all the demon generals in the third realm (Golden Core True Persons) coveted but could not obtain.

Faced with such temptation, the attitude of the alien turtle will most likely change.

Is it possible that he will miss the golden legend?

"It must happen." Lin Xinghe's fingers, hidden under his sleeves, were clenched until they turned white.
He is not grandpa's only legitimate grandson.

In order to obtain this great opportunity, he paid a huge price that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

If he fails to subdue the alien spirit turtle, his status in the Hanyu Lin family will suffer a devastating blow.

As time passed, Guan Angge swallowed nervously.

Failure is hateful, but the success of others is even more worrying.

As they are both second-generation cultivators, Guan Angge doesn't want to see Lin Xinghe soaring into the sky, as that would make him go crazy with envy.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the cultivator who least wants Lin Xinghe to succeed, except for Chen Beiwu.

Under Lin Xinghe's expectant gaze, the alien spirit turtle raised its head and leaned forward unconsciously, as if wanting to observe the blood of the demon king up close.

Sensing the demonic blood and energy in the box, the hesitation in the turtle's eyes disappeared.

It’s almost there!
The Demon King's blood essence contains immortal blood and immortal energy, and is the foundation of a fourth-level Demon King.

A third-level demon general, with the help of immortal blood, can break through the shackles of blood in a short period of time, sublimating and transforming his own bloodline to the level of a fourth-level mysterious beast.

A demon general who has reached perfection in the third realm will be tempered with the help of immortal energy, and will have the opportunity to condense his own immortal blood and immortal energy, break through to more than a thousand years of Taoism, and try to be promoted to the fourth realm demon king, becoming the king of all demons who rules a region.

If Lin Xinghe could offer such a precious bargaining chip as the Demon King's blood, it would have given up the illusory destined person and chosen to acknowledge the master and submit. But the other party offered the Demon King's blood with a damaged aura.

The blood of the demon king and the blood of the demon king's essence seem to be only one word different, but the gap between the two is as different as heaven and earth.

The blood of the fourth-level demon king can only greatly advance the cultivation of the third-level demon general, but it cannot sublimate the bloodline or break through the realm.

Not to mention allowing the alien blood in its body to awaken and return to its ancestral form, restoring the glory of the North Sea Xuanwu.

So the alien turtle shook its head in pain.

Lin Xinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the water around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force.

The next second, he gently shook the Qingxuan folding wooden fan in his hand, and his expression returned to calm.

"Since you don't want to, then let it go."

After saying this, Lin Xinghe turned around calmly, his steps still leisurely.

But the uncontrollable fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness just now had already revealed the ups and downs in his heart.

Seeing this, Guan Angge's mouth corners slightly raised, and he clapped wildly in his heart.

Lin Xinghe is usually arrogant and looks down on the second generation of immortal cultivators from Yunlong Mansion.

Now seeing the other party being humiliated, he felt so happy that his heart was about to explode, but he had to maintain the dignity of a second-generation cultivator and could not laugh out loud.

Chen Beiwu also fell silent, with a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

Even the blood of the fourth-level demon king could not be recognized by the alien spirit turtle. The other party's requirements for fate were probably ridiculously high, far beyond the ability of ordinary geniuses to meet.

Is his destiny really enough?
"Fellow Daoist, you can go up and give it a try, maybe you can succeed." For fear of laughing out loud, Guan Angge quickly turned his attention to Chen Beiwu.

Hearing this, Lin Xinghe stopped and looked past Chen Beiwu at Guan Angge, his eyes revealing an elusive chill.

He is now feeling angry.

The alien spirit turtle has a special status in the Dongxuan Immortal Sect. Not to mention him, even his grandfather can't afford to offend it.

But a second-generation immortal cultivator from a remote place was not enough to make Lin Xinghe afraid.

After noting this incident, Lin Xinghe boarded the flying boat, broke through the lake water, and turned into a rainbow light to leave the bottom of Sihai Lake.

The Mingshui Spirit Turtle raised its head dejectedly.

Missing out on such a treasure as the Demon King's Blood made it extremely distressed. To ease its mood, it decided to overeat.

"boom!"

As the Abyss Spirit Turtle moved its mind, the water-shaped spiritual energy nearby suddenly surged, and a miniature water world gradually appeared above its carapace.

This water area is about ten feet in radius, but it is a world of its own.

The spiritual energy inside is rich, the water is rippling, and it is home to hundreds of rare spiritual fish that are difficult for ordinary cultivators to see.

"Chalcedony carp, Jade Carp, Red Blood Fish... Colorful Pomfret!"

Guan Angge couldn't help but show shock on his face when he recognized the species of spirit fish.

He thought he was sincere in offering the Spirit Jade Carp for trade, but he didn't expect the wealth of this alien spirit turtle to be so terrifying.

Not only are there schools of second-level spirit fish, but there are also four third-level treasure fish. The value of each treasure fish is no less than the jade-heart treasure carp specially bred by the Guan family, and may even be more valuable.

No wonder Lin Xinghe was willing to give out the blood of the demon king. The origin of this alien spirit turtle must be incredibly powerful.

"Fuck, another golden legend!"

Chen Beiwu stood there in a daze, staring blankly at a golden shadow in the miniature water world, and blinked in disbelief.

What day is today? He actually got to meet the double gold!
On the other side, the Mingshui Spirit Turtle looked at the water realm with hesitation, as if considering which spirit fish to eat.

As a result, a quarter of an hour passed while it was thinking about it, and it still hadn't decided which fish to start with.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Chen Beiwu walked step by step into the water to the coral reef.

"Hey, another monk has passed by."

"Where did this powerful general come from? Even Master Lin couldn't gain the recognition of the Mingshui Spirit Turtle. Does he think he can?"

"Maybe he is the son of luck." A Qigong cultivator laughed in a low voice.

Chen Beiwu was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he could tell at a glance that he came from an ordinary family and had no future at all.

"You're the only one who talks too much. Shut up." Guan Angge glanced at the man.

The latter was speechless and lowered his head.

He dared to laugh at Chen Beiwu, but he didn't dare to refute Guan Angge, a second-generation cultivator.

"I wonder if Dad knows any specific information about this alien turtle." Guan Ange picked up his phone and started asking.

As for the process of conquering Chen Beiwu, he is now too lazy to care.

Because there is only one result.

The Abyss Spirit Turtle tilted its head, looking at the spirit fish swimming in the water realm and fell into deep thought, not paying attention to the people coming next to it.

After seeing hundreds of misshapen and broken fruits in the past few days, it no longer has any hope of finding its soulmate. It is more reliable to fill its stomach.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Beiwu knocked on the black turtle shell and began the routine introduction.

"My name is Chen Beiwu, sixteen years old, at the seventh level of Qi training, with dual earthly spiritual roots of water and wood, and exceptional talent."

Having said this, he paused slightly and sincerely invited: "Would you like to become my fellow beast?"

Hearing this, the Mingshui Spirit Turtle rolled his eyes and did not look back.

There are many Puxin practitioners in the countryside.

A sixteen-year-old who is only at the seventh level of Qi training dares to call himself talented. He really has no shame at all.

(End of this chapter)