A river stretch of dozens of miles was covered by a celestial illusion array capable of influencing even Heavenly Immortals.
With the protection of the illusion array, Cai Yun finally transferred all the crayfish to the river, including those that had grown to the size of a shuttle.
Seeing them grow so plump and delicious, Shi Hao initially intended to catch and eat some, but Cai Yun stopped him.
A species cannot thrive with only the young and old, and moreover, Cai Yun discovered that these crayfish were not ordinary. They not only grew in size quickly, but their strength was also formidable. Some had almost reached the strength comparable to Heavenly Immortals.
Although Heavenly Immortals were nothing in Cai Yun’s eyes, one must not forget the crayfish’s terrifying reproduction rate and growth potential!
In less than a few months, the initial dozen or so pounds of crayfish had already reproduced once, and their number had already increased to a terrifying figure.
One or two Heavenly Immortals wouldn’t matter, but what about thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands?
Of course, they weren’t without weaknesses.
For instance, they rarely developed spiritual intelligence. Their Heavenly Immortal strength was a result of instinctive absorption of spiritual energy and the consumption of flesh and blood, not through cultivating and advancing through techniques, making them similar to low-level demon cultivators!
Therefore, they were used as food by her senior disciple. The crayfish’s deliciousness was a perfect substitute for dragon meat. In Cai Yun’s opinion, they tasted even better than dragon meat after her senior disciple’s culinary skills.
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After settling the crayfish, Cai Yun returned home as dusk began to settle.
"Senior disciple, did we have guests?" Cai Yun found it strange, hearing laughter coming from inside the house. It was already late, who would be visiting?
"Cai Yun, you’re just in time. Let me introduce you to him. He’s a friend I met recently, his Daoist name is Fǔqín Zhēnrén, like you, he’s also a cultivator." Shi Hao pulled Cai Yun towards Fuxi upon her return.
"Fǔqín Zhēnrén?"
Cai Yun was slightly puzzled, she had never heard of such a person. Perhaps he was simply unknown.
But upon seeing Fuxi’s face, Cai Yun was stunned.
What Fǔqín Zhēnrén? He was clearly the Three Sovereigns of the human race, Fuxi, no doubt about it. How could I mistake the renowned Fuxi!
Didn’t they say the Three Sovereigns were bound by the restrictions of the Fire Cloud Cave? How did Fuxi escape, why did he become my senior disciple’s friend.
And he concealed his true identity from my senior disciple, what was his intention?!
"No, how can Shi Hao be Cai Yun Xianzi’s senior disciple?"
Fuxi, who also recognized Cai Yun’s identity as a third-generation disciple of the Intercepting Sect, was even more surprised than Cai Yun.
How could he be a disciple of the Intercepting Sect? With his cultivation realm, how could the Sage Tongtian have any qualifications to be his teacher! !
"So, you two know each other!" Shi Hao chuckled at their wide-eyed stares.
Fuxi continued to ask: "Shi Hao, you’re not a disciple of the Intercepting Sect, are you?"
"Indeed not! But I have a sister who is Cai Yun’s master, so Cai Yun calls me senior disciple." Shi Hao truthfully explained his relationship with the Intercepting Sect.
After hearing Shi Hao’s explanation, Fuxi became even more puzzled.
Fuxi couldn’t understand, he desperately wanted to ask Shi Hao if he had mistaken the person.
In the end, Fuxi suppressed his curiosity. What relationship Shi Hao had with Shi Ji of the Intercepting Sect didn’t seem to concern him much.
His acquaintance with Shi Hao was not due to the latter’s identity.
"Senior disciple, what does he want to see you for?" Cai Yun stared at Fuxi, trying to figure out his intentions.
"What else, just to have tea and chat. Unfortunately, the Lingwa Xianzi I wanted to see didn't come." Shi Hao looked at Fuxi with a wistful gaze, as if blaming him for not bringing his sister along.
"Ahem, my sister is not free."
Fuxi didn’t dare respond directly, only managing a dry chuckle.
Of course. Leaving the Fire Cloud Cave today, Fuxi genuinely had something he wanted to ask Shi Hao. The refinement of the Fate inscription was almost complete, and he could also spare time to pursue his own Dao.
"Actually, I came today with a matter I wanted to ask Shi Xiong for help." Fuxi wanted to know if Shi Hao could once again summon the River of Fate.
Shi Hao said: "We’re such good friends, just tell me what’s on your mind. But let’s get this straight, I have limited abilities and may not be able to help you."
"I heard that Shi Xiong competed in a fishing contest with someone some time ago, and a long river appeared from the void?"
When it came to the River of Fate, Fuxi’s gaze became burning with passion, as if it was no longer so out of reach.
"You even heard about that. Indeed, it happened. Moreover, the celestial dress I gave your sister last time was a treasure I fished out of that void river." Shi Hao smiled.
"Indeed, Shi Xiong, can you let me see the scene that day?" Fuxi yearned to see the River of Fate once more, so he came to ask Shi Hao for help.
As the Saint Nuwa said, Shi Hao might be his chance encounter.
"You wait a minute."
Shi Hao then took out the fishing rod from another warehouse filled with miscellaneous items and handed it to Fuxi, saying: "The fishing rod is yours, you do it yourself. It’s a very powerful magical artifact that allows one to fish in the void. Even a simple mortal like me can use it easily, you, a cultivator, should be even more proficient."
"I... I probably can’t. Shi Xiong, could you please lend a hand?" Fuxi was well aware that the fishing rod was an incredibly powerful causal magical artifact, but it wouldn't be enough to summon the River of Fate alone.
"You have so many demands."
Shi Hao neither agreed nor refused.
Fuxi was about to spit blood seeing Shi Hao’s expression. How could he not see the latter's intentions? It was obviously for his sister, Saint Nuwa.
Could it be that he had set his sights on his sister, refusing anyone but her?
"Shi Xiong, I will bring my sister with me next time, okay?"
Fuxi gritted his teeth and agreed first, but he wasn't sure if it would work out. Who could guarantee that he could convince a saint, even if she was his sister.
"Once you bring her, I’ll agree to anything." But Shi Hao wouldn't give anything without getting something in return. Who knew if he was just playing him along.
It had been several days without any news from Lingwa Xianzi, he didn't know when he would see her next.
Shi Hao had no divine consciousness, and the prehistoric world lacked cell phones. To contact Lingwa Xianzi, he could only rely on Fǔqín Xiānren.
It was common for cultivators to go into seclusion for decades at a time, Shi Hao couldn't wait that long.
Cai Yun on the side had no idea what they were talking about. Wasn’t Fuxi's sister the Nüwa Niangniang? Why would my senior disciple want to see Nüwa Niangniang?