Eternal Life by Dual Cultivation

Chapter 221 165: Ling Changqing: 3 Women, One Show...

Compared to Yu Yalan's previous catch, this piece of Spirit Gold was clearly much larger.

However, to Yu Qingyang's dismay, this piece of Yunxi Iron was only considered a First Grade Material, not worth more than a few Spirit Stones.

"Oh well, better luck next time!"

The portly young man sighed and cast his line back into the Xinghai.

Ling Changqing silently gazed at the star-filled ocean before him, feeling his Divine Thought quietly extend outward, following the end of his fishing line into the deepest depths of the Xinghai.

Then, he felt as if he were in the middle of a vast, boundless, and mysteriously magnificent sea of stars, surrounded by splendid celestial bodies of varying sizes and colors.

For a fleeting moment, Ling Changqing felt that these celestial bodies were living things. They seemed to awaken from a deep slumber, curiously observing him, this sudden intruder.

To Ling Changqing, it felt like an ant being watched over and scrutinized by a host of dragons.

'Perhaps... if just one of those dragons were to breathe on me, my Divine Soul would be annihilated?'

He didn't like this feeling, but he had no way to counter it.

At this moment, the Era Star Palace had fallen completely silent. Even Gong Ling was no longer communicating with Ling Changqing.

Just as Ling Changqing was about to buckle under the pressure, the billions of stars around him finally reacted.

Without any warning, a dark-gold star larger than a mountain shot out from the depths of the Xinghai, hurtling toward Ling Changqing with the speed of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the star flew into the depths of his Divine Soul and vanished without a trace.

"...Fellow Daoist Wang, you've got a bite!"

Yu Qingyang's voice sounded by his ear.

Snapping back to his senses, Ling Changqing blinked and saw that the Yu siblings were both staring at him with bewildered expressions, seemingly confused as to why he had suddenly zoned out.

Ling Changqing gave an embarrassed smile and quickly pulled hard on his fishing rod.

Sure enough, a beautiful ball of light the size of a fist, resembling a solidified egg white, appeared at the end of the line and flew gracefully toward him with his pull.

Ling Changqing reached out and caught it at just the right moment. The piece of Spirit Gold wasn't particularly heavy; an ordinary person could hold it.

"Huh? This looks like... Binggao Silver?"

Yu Yalan said with a surprised look from the side.

Binggao Silver was a Third Rank Middle Grade Spirit Gold Material, one of the primary materials for refining Defensive Magical Treasures. In the Marketplace, it was considered a rather scarce strategic resource.

Yu Qingyang sighed with emotion. "Fellow Daoist Wang, your luck is really something... a Third Grade Material on your first try! You're much better than us!"

Ling Changqing smiled. "This is only the beginning. Who knows what will happen next? Your haul won't necessarily be worse than mine."

"Hmm, that's true. I refuse to believe I can't catch anything good!"

Yu Qingyang huffed, tightening his grip on the fishing rod.

Before long, he reeled in a faint crimson glow that radiated a biting chill. This time, it was indeed a second rank Spirit Gold Material.

Yu Qingyang's face lit up with joy, and he instantly regained the confidence of a Heaven's Chosen.

By now, the other Cultivators in the distance had all made catches of their own, in varying quantities.

However, their luck was worse. The quality of the Spirit Gold Materials they caught was quite ordinary, mostly First Grade Materials, with very few second rank ones.

In Ling Changqing's view, this wasn't surprising. The Yu Family siblings were also Heaven's Chosen blessed by fate. Their conditions in every aspect were on a completely different level compared to the disciples of ordinary families.

So, it was normal for their luck to be better. As for Ling Changqing's own situation, it could no longer be measured by common sense.

After placing the piece of Binggao Silver into his Storage Pouch, Ling Changqing continued fishing with a calm expression.

In his sea of consciousness, before the magnificent and majestic hall of the Era Star Palace, a dark-gold, humanoid statue had appeared at some unknown time. It was clad in full Armor and held a Long Halberd.

Upon seeing this statue, Ling Changqing immediately understood. It must have been formed from the dark-gold star that had flown into him.

The ethereally beautiful Gong Ling stood beside the statue, examining it with great interest.

'What is this?'

Ling Changqing asked with his Divine Thought.

"A decent life-saving measure, I suppose!"

Gong Ling explained gently, "Let it stay here. In the future, you can continuously nourish it with your Power of the Divine Soul. When you need it, you can summon it to face your enemies."

'What's its combat strength?'

"One Great Realm higher than your own Cultivation. Currently, it can exert combat power equivalent to the Late stage Golden Core. It lasts for one hundred and fifty breaths and can only be used once."

'Is that so? It really is a good trump card to have for saving my life!'

Ling Changqing nodded. If used well, a tool like this could be a killer move at a critical moment—a way to counterattack from a desperate situation and snatch life from the jaws of death.

The destructive power of a Late stage Golden Core Cultivator was a well-established fact and needed no further explanation.

Moreover, as Ling Changqing's Cultivation Realm increased, the combat power of this Combat Puppet formed from Star Power would also rise accordingly.

'Too bad it's disposable. It would be great if I could use it a few more times.'

As if sensing Ling Changqing's thoughts, Gong Ling said, "If your luck continues to be this good, Master, you should have more catches like this, right?"

'I hope so!'

Ling Changqing thought to himself that one could never have too many trump cards.

Even if he didn't need them in the future, he could still gift them to those close to him.

Pushing aside his scattered thoughts, Ling Changqing focused on fishing again.

A moment later, Yu Yalan's fishing rod reacted again.

Amidst a pleasant humming sound, the long, transparent fishing line shot into the air, carrying a silver-gray ball of light.