Coiling Dragon Lake Dragon Vein, Three Thousand Years of Preparation

Li Qing contemplated how he would steal the Dharma Forms of the major Dao Lineages in the future. He now had a clear idea.

A lone skiff continued drifting downstream.

It headed toward his next destination, Coiling Dragon Lake.

Li Qing sat quietly fishing. "In the short time since I set out on this journey, I've run into one thing after another."

"First Wu De, then the Mist of Divine Mist Mountain, then Orchid Pavilion Temple. After that, I encountered an Anomaly causing a flood, and then there was the living sacrifice ritual."

"For someone fated to die, I really have been plagued by one disaster after another. Everywhere I go, calamity carpets the ground."

"Even if I ignore them, they come knocking on my door themselves."

"But after being here for so long, I've gotten used to it."

"Come to think of it, I haven't even cultivated for a full year, yet I've already gone from Foundation Establishment to the Spirit Consciousness Realm."

"There probably aren't many people in this world who cultivate faster than I do."

"The things I've experienced—even those old monsters who have lived for centuries might not have seen as much as I have."

As Li Qing let his thoughts wander, a peculiar smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand sank. Li Qing's brows jumped. With a flick and a pull, a struggling black fish leaped out of the water.

A smile appeared on Li Qing's face. "Looks like my luck has really turned around. I actually caught a big black fish."

"I can have a good meal tonight!"

A small stove had been lit atop the skiff, with a pot of black fish simmering over it.

The milky-white broth gave off a faint fragrance.

Beneath the skiff, more than