Lu Qing could understand this matter of probability. If every swordfish had a Sword Bone, wouldn't all those artifact refiners go mad? He knew that things like Sword Bones were spiritual treasures that sword cultivators had always coveted.
Lu Qing also ate a meal of White Sea Swordfish.
This kind of fish was an excellent choice for grilling. It was not greasy at all, but instead had a certain refreshing taste. This marvel likely came from the unique qualities its flesh had gained from the place where this spirit fish grew.
Lu Qing had never cared much for the pleasures of the palate. Once the Spiritual Power in his body stopped increasing, he set down his chopsticks.
The spiritual energy in this fish meat was already richer than that of ordinary medicinal meals. At his current cultivation level, Lu Qing could feel the brilliant golden sea of Spirit Liquid within his Dantian slowly beginning to surge and ripple. Eating this meal was roughly equivalent to circulating and refining for one Celestial Sphere.
"White Sea Swordfish. There really are countless species in the cultivation world."
Lu Qing silently thought of his compendium of Spirit Plants. Could there also be a complete guide to spirit fish in the cultivation world, or a complete guide to spirit birds?
That was not impossible.
White Crane Boy was not here, but he was well informed.
After all, he was from the White Crane Clan and flew about every day. Most disciples who traveled back and forth preferred the White Crane Clan for being both affordable and reliable.
"An Inner Sect elder, and you, Lu Qing, have even gained the title of Nominal Disciple. Not bad, not bad." It was not strange that White Crane Boy knew who had been accepted as Nominal Disciples.
White Crane