The night wind rolled the dampness off the river's surface and drove it into the gaps between Qin Geng's bones.
Qin Geng sat cross-legged on the plank, wolfing down fish.
After a light roasting, the fish was delicious and nearly boneless. A few bites were enough, and with a little circulation of his energy, the flesh dissolved into vital essence and flowed into every limb and bone.
It far surpassed Dragon Well Imperial Tribute!
After finishing the fish, Qin Geng gripped the bamboo pole and gave it a light push. The little boat shot across the water like an arrow loosed from its bow.
He was in a good mood.
This trip had not only confirmed the dominance of [Waterborne Spirit] underwater, but had also helped him discover an unorthodox way to make money.
"Ten silver dollars."
Qin Geng mused to himself, "If I establish my own channels later and send these directly into the great households of the inner city, the price could double. Keeping them for myself wouldn't be bad either. I can eat whatever proves useful later and sell the rest for spending money."
Just as he was thinking this, a small boat suddenly shot out from the reeds around Great Willow Shoal ahead.
The boat was small and ramshackle, but the person rowing it was an expert. His arms moved with a powerful rhythm, driving the boat forward at tremendous speed. It came straight toward Qin Geng.
Qin Geng's brows knitted slightly as he leveled the bamboo pole in his hand.
"Fifth Master! Is that Fifth Master Qin?"
Before the boat had even drawn near, the half-grown boy aboard it let out a hoarse roar, his voice rough as though he had swallowed a handful of sand.
Qin Geng looked closely. The boy's short jacket was