Does your dog bite people?

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

During these ten days, with the help of the Spirit Origin Pill, Song Chengan's True Qi had already completed thirty-six circulations.

This meant his cultivation had entered the Circulation Realm.

From now on, completing thirty-six circulations daily would count as a day's cultivation.

Cultivation doesn't mean practicing for twenty-four hours straight, especially for Qi Refiners in the Dao Seed Realm.

Completing thirty-six circulations is the limit that the meridians of low-level cultivators can withstand.

Continuing further would cause damage to the meridians.

Too much is as bad as too little.

Cultivation is inherently a matter of accumulating over time, like water dripping through stone.

"Song Chengan, where are you going?"

Brother Dan looked at Song Chengan and asked.

"To fish."

"I want to go too."

"You're not allowed."

"Song Chengan, you big meanie."

Brother Dan ran home in anger.

Song Chengan shook his head and walked towards the west of the city.

The Tong Sheng River flowed past Lingqiu City, and there was a pier there.

It was a good spot for fishing.

Song Chengan had loved fishing in his previous life.

He used to go fishing often when he was a child.

But he hadn't gone since he grew up. The pressures of life had left him breathless.

He eventually died of a terminal illness.

So, in this life, he didn't want to be so tired.

Even in his cultivation, he approached it with a relaxed mindset.

He wanted longevity, to live longer.

This was a lingering obsession from his past life.

But he didn't want to be as tired as he was before.

Song Chengan sensed Brother Dan sneaking along behind him.

So he deliberately turned back. By the time Brother Dan, who had been hiding, reappeared, Song Chengan was gone.

Taking other people's children to play by the Tong Sheng River, Song Chengan felt it was better not to do such things.

When Song Chengan arrived at the riverbank.

It was raining lightly at the time.

An old man was fishing there.

The old man's beard and hair were all white.

And he seemed to have an extraordinary background.

Because two burly men stood behind him, one of whom was holding an umbrella for him.

Song Chengan chose a good spot far away from the old man.

He didn't like being too close to people.

"Oh my, the fish are biting well today."

Song Chengan's expression was blank.

He felt there must be a large school of fish underwater, swimming around. And now they had swum to the old man's spot.

Karma comes around; it would surely reach his side.

"Oh my, another one! It must be at least five pounds!"

Heh.

Song Chengan let out a cold laugh.

He didn't understand these people who were fishing now. They just caught a few fish, right?

Why were they shouting so loudly?

It was ruining the whole day.

Huh!

Song Chengan's brow lifted in delight.

A bite!

Song Chengan estimated it was about time and reeled in his fishing rod.

"Loaches are good too."

"I'll catch a few more and fry them with some wine."

Song Chengan felt that fishing wasn't that fun.

It was really boring.

"There are so many loaches here, I'll change spots."

Song Chengan moved his position.

But clearly, whether it was because he'd beaten up that Fish Demon or not, the fish in the Tong Sheng River seemed to be against him.

He hadn't caught a single fish all afternoon.

"Young man, come fish over here."

"There are more fish here. I'm heading back."

Song Chengan cupped his fists. "Thanks, big brother."

"My spot is good too. I'll fish for a bit and then head back."

"That's fine too."

The old man smiled kindly at Song Chengan and then left with his two subordinates.

Song Chengan fished while glancing at the old man and his group out of the corner of his eye.

Once the old man and his group were out of sight, Song Chengan immediately grabbed his fish basket and rod and sat down in the spot the old man had just vacated.

"It must be this spot."

Song Chengan cast his line.

It was getting dark.

Song Chengan expressionlessly reeled in his rod.

The fish in the river had all been caught by that old man.

He had gained nothing.

"Little brother, want to buy some fish?"

"Just caught them from the river."

Song Chengan asked as he passed the dock.

A fisherman grinned and asked.

"Does your dog bite?"

Brother Dan was sitting on the doorstep at home, tear tracks on his face. Beside him squatted the Zhou family's floppy-eared mongrel, Da Hua.

If Song Chengan guessed correctly, he'd been beaten again.

Uncle Zhou's daily routine was fishing. Aunt Zhou was a bit busier than Uncle Zhou; besides farming, she also occasionally beat Brother Dan.

"No, it doesn't."

Brother Dan shook his head, his voice choked with sobs.

Song Chengan waved his fish basket.

"Look at the big fish I caught today."

The fish basket was too small, and the fish's tail was sticking out.

Brother Dan wiped his eyes. "I don't want to talk to you. You're not taking me today."

Song Chengan shrugged. "I was going to treat you to fish later!"

"If you don't want it, then forget it."

"I'll treat Da Hua to it."

As Song Chengan spoke, he reached into the fish basket, pulled out a loach, and tossed it in front of Da Hua. He also reached out to pet its dog head.

Compared to the monsters on Mount Luo, Da Hua was still cuter.

Then... Woof... Awooo!

Da Hua bit down on Song Chengan's arm.

The smile on Song Chengan's face froze.

"Didn't you say Da Hua doesn't bite?"

Brother Dan burst into laughter, tears still on his face.

"This is my dog, of course, it doesn't bite me. It's not your dog."

"Song Chengan, you're so stupid."

"No wonder my mother told my sister to stay away from you, saying you're such an idiot you'd never pass the imperial exams even in ten lifetimes."

"Chengan, you're back."

"Did Dahua not bite you?"

Aunt Zhou, her face full of embarrassment, came forward to check Song Chengan's injuries.

"I'm fine."

After cultivating, Song Chengan's skin had become tough. That bite only left a few white marks.

Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Chengan bid farewell to Aunt Zhou and then went home.

Not long after.

A crying sound echoed from the Zhou family's courtyard.

Brother Dan was getting beaten again.

Song Chengan shook his head and began to clean the fish he had bought in the courtyard.

Stewed fish for dinner today!

Just then.

He saw the Black Cat under the eaves.

It was that Cat Demon.

There was a rabbit at its feet.

The Cat Demon was staring intently at the fish in his hands.

"When did you get here?"

Song Chengan asked.

"Just now."

"Don't eat feces anymore." It nudged the rabbit in its mouth towards Song Chengan and then said after a moment's hesitation.

Song Chengan paused his scaling.

"Don't eat it, I'll bring you food every day." Seeing Song Chengan remain silent, it thought he disagreed and continued.

"Don't be like Ah Huang."

"Who is Ah Huang?"

"He's the second boss. He used to love eating feces."

Song Chengan's mouth twitched.

"I'll treat you to fish later."

The Cat Demon's eyes lit up.

"Then I'll trade you this rabbit."

Song Chengan smiled. "Okay."

"Speaking of which, among all the monsters on Mount Luo, are you the only one running around the city every day?"

"I'm a cat."

"I can run around the city."

It said.

"I go everywhere, in the mountains, here."

"That makes sense."

Compared to mice the size of rabbits, weasels over a meter long, and Black Bears standing nearly three meters tall on their hind legs, this Black Cat seemed to be the only normal one.