A Sleeping Treasure, a Feng Shui Profession Change (Part One)

The sun slanted westward. The setting light, red as blood, spread across the Xun River's muddy surface in a greasy sheen.

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Qin Geng stood barefoot on the slick deck. He had kicked off his cowhide boots to use Water Control.

He wiped his face, bringing away a handful of blood mixed with river mud and fish slime. The Mutant Dragon Carp had left it there.

The heat inside him had yet to fade.

That enormous carp's flesh truly was a rare Treasure Medicine.

If the Nine-Turn Bear-Snake Pill was oil thrown onto a raging fire, burning until even his organs grew hot,

then Dragon Carp meat was ginseng soup simmered over a gentle flame, silently nourishing every inch of muscle, bone, and skin.

The fight had looked perilous, but it had taught him quite a few things.

"Phew—"

Qin Geng let out a turbid breath and turned his awareness inward.

The bottleneck that had once seemed solid as an iron plate had loosened considerably under the wash of that water-rich force.

But he was in no hurry to savor his martial progress. His mind raced over an entirely different matter.

That Dragon Carp had brute strength and a thin trace of dragon energy, but its brain barely worked.

Leaning against the gunwale, Qin Geng watched the churning waves below and ran through the possibilities.

The beast had fought on instinct alone. It had shown no decent tactics, let alone Demon Arts or Supernatural Abilities.

Compared with the Red Carp in Cold Mountain Temple's well, it fell short by more than a little.

Red Carp could speak, understood the world, and could even see through his Fate Pattern. She was a true spirit creature.

What he had just fought was, at best, a wild beast