It's over!
At the sight of this, Chen Beiwu's spirits instantly sank to rock bottom.
Well-read in countless books, he naturally knew how valuable Demon King Blood was. It was a treasure even Third-Realm Demon Generals (Golden Core True Persons) could only dream of obtaining.
Faced with such a temptation, the Variant Spirit Turtle would likely change its mind.
Could he really miss out on a golden legend?
It has to work. Lin Xinghe's fingers, hidden beneath his sleeves, clenched until they turned white.
He wasn't his grandfather's only legitimate grandson.
To obtain this great opportunity, he had paid a price beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
If he failed to subdue the Variant Spirit Turtle, his standing in the Cold Domain Lin Family would suffer a devastating blow.
As every second passed, Guan Ange nervously swallowed.
Failure was certainly hateful, but other people's success made him even more uneasy.
They were both second-generation cultivators, and Guan Ange didn't want to see Lin Xinghe soar to great heights. The thought would make him green with envy.
It was no exaggeration to say that, apart from Chen Beiwu, he was the cultivator present who least wanted Lin Xinghe to succeed.
Under Lin Xinghe's hopeful gaze, the Variant Spirit Turtle raised its head and instinctively leaned forward, seemingly wanting a closer look at the Demon King Blood.
Feeling the aura of demon blood inside the box, all the hesitation in the Spirit Turtle's eyes faded away.
A near miss was still a miss!
Demon King Essence Blood contained Immortal Blood and Immortal Aura. It was the foundation of a Fourth-Realm Demon King.
With the aid of Immortal Blood, a Third-Realm Demon General could break through its Bloodline Shackles for a short time, elevating and transforming its bloodline to the level of a Fourth-Tier Mysterious Beast.
A peak Third-Realm Demon General, tempered by Immortal Aura, had a chance to harness that force and condense its own Immortal Blood and Immortal Aura. It could break through to over a thousand years of Dao Practice, attempt to advance to Fourth-Realm Demon King, and become a King of Ten Thousand Demons ruling over its own territory.
If Lin Xinghe could offer such a precious bargaining chip as Demon King Essence Blood, it could abandon the vague prospect of finding a destined person and choose to acknowledge him as its master. But what he had offered was merely Demon King Blood, its aura incomplete.
Demon King Blood and Demon King Essence Blood differed by only one word, but the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
The blood of a Fourth-Realm Demon King could only greatly advance the Dao Practice of a Third-Realm Demon General. It could not elevate its bloodline or break through its realm.
And it certainly couldn't awaken the Variant Bloodline within it, return it to its ancestors, and bring back the glory of the Northern Nether Black Tortoise.
So the Variant Spirit Turtle shook its head regretfully.
Lin Xinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the water around him seemed to churn under an invisible force.
The next second, he gently waved the Azure-Mystic Wood-Folding Fan in his hand, his expression returning to composure.
"Since you aren't willing, then let's forget it."
With that, Lin Xinghe turned around calmly, his steps still unhurried.
But the uncontrollable fluctuation of his Divine Sense just moments ago had already revealed the turmoil in his heart.
At the sight of this, the corners of Guan Ange's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly, and he applauded wildly in his heart.
Lin Xinghe usually held himself in the highest regard and looked down on the second-generation cultivators of Fallen Dragon Prefecture.
Now that he had seen Lin Xinghe come up short, Guan Ange was practically over the moon. But he had to maintain the dignity of a second-generation cultivator and couldn't laugh out loud.
Chen Beiwu also fell silent, a hint of unease rising in his heart.
Even Demon King Blood from a Fourth-Realm Demon King hadn't earned the Variant Spirit Turtle's approval. Its requirements for a person's fate were probably absurdly high, far beyond what an ordinary genius could meet.
Was his fate truly good enough?
"Fellow Daoist, you can go give it a try. You might succeed." Afraid he would laugh out loud, Guan Ange quickly turned his attention to Chen Beiwu.
At these words, Lin Xinghe stopped in his tracks. His gaze passed over Chen Beiwu and landed on Guan Ange, a hard-to-read chill in his eyes.
He was seething inside.
The Variant Spirit Turtle held a special position in the Cavern Mystery Immortal Sect. Not even his grandfather could afford to offend it, let alone him.
But a second-generation cultivator from some remote prefecture wasn't enough to make Lin Xinghe wary.
Keeping this matter in mind, Lin Xinghe boarded his Flying Boat, broke through the lake water, and left the depths of Four Seas Lake as a streak of rainbow light.
The Darkwater Spirit Turtle raised its head glumly.
Missing out on a treasure like Demon King Blood made its heart ache.
To lift its spirits, it decided to gorge itself for once.
"Boom!"
At the Darkwater Spirit Turtle's thought, the Water-Form Spiritual Energy nearby suddenly surged. A Miniature Water Realm gradually appeared above its shell.
This Water Realm was about a zhang across, yet it formed a world of its own.
Spiritual energy was abundant within, and rippling waters surrounded hundreds of rare Spirit Fish seldom seen by ordinary cultivators.
"Jade Marrow Carp, Jade Spirit Carp, Redblood Fish... Rainbow-Horned Pomfret!"
Recognizing the types of Spirit Fish, Guan Ange couldn't help but look stunned.
He had thought that offering a Spirit Jade Carp in trade showed great sincerity. He hadn't expected this Variant Spirit Turtle to be so wealthy.
Not only did it have entire schools of Second-Tier Spirit Fish, it even raised four Third-Tier Treasure Fish. Each was worth no less than the Jadeheart Treasure Carp specially bred by the Guan Household, and might even be worth more.
No wonder Lin Xinghe had been willing to offer Demon King Blood. This Variant Spirit Turtle's origins were probably astonishing.
Holy crap, another golden legend!
Chen Beiwu stood rooted to the spot, staring dazedly at a golden shadow in the Miniature Water Realm. He blinked in disbelief.
What kind of day was it? He'd actually come across a double golden pull!
Meanwhile, the Darkwater Spirit Turtle gazed at the Water Realm, its eyes full of hesitation, as if considering which Spirit Fish to serve up.
But it spent a full quarter of an hour considering and still hadn't decided which fish to cut open.
"Step!"
"Step!"
"Step!"
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Chen Beiwu walked across the water step by step toward the Coral Grove.
"Huh? Another cultivator is going over."
"What kind of fierce general is this? Even Young Master Lin couldn't earn the Darkwater Spirit Turtle's approval. Does he really think he can?"
"Maybe he's the child of Fortune," a Qi Refining cultivator said in a low voice, mocking him.
Chen Beiwu was dressed plainly. The man only needed a glance to determine that he came from an ordinary background and had little future ahead of him.
"You sure have a lot to say. Shut your damn mouth." Guan Ange glanced at him.
The man immediately fell silent and lowered his head.
He dared to mock Chen Beiwu, but he didn't dare talk back to a second-generation cultivator like Guan Ange.
I wonder if Dad knows anything specific about this Variant Spirit Turtle. Guan Ange took out his phone and began asking around.
As for Chen Beiwu's attempt to subdue it, he couldn't be bothered to care anymore.
There was only one possible outcome.
The Darkwater Spirit Turtle tilted its head and sank into thought as it watched the Spirit Fish swimming in the Water Realm, paying no attention to the newcomer beside it.
Over the past few days, it had seen hundreds of ugly, ill-favored people. It no longer held out any hope of finding a destined person. It seemed far more reliable to fill its belly instead.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Chen Beiwu knocked on the pitch-black shell and began his usual self-introduction.
"I am Chen Beiwu, sixteen years old, at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining, with Dual-Attribute Earth Spiritual Roots in water and wood. I have outstanding Innate Talent."
After saying this, he paused slightly, then sincerely extended an invitation: "Would you be willing to become my Companion Beast?"
Hearing this, the Darkwater Spirit Turtle rolled its eyes without looking back.
There were so many overconfident cultivators from the countryside.
A sixteen-year-old at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining dared to call himself exceptionally talented. He really had no shame at all.
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