Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Chapter 55: Rebirth_2

Translator: 549690339

He steered the small boat through the dense fog, and soon the silhouette of a desolate island, exposed like a solitary grave, emerged eerily in the mist.

Yet he was unbothered, steering the boat onward, and he actually collided head-on with the desolate island.

The result…

There was no sandy beach upon impact, no boat run aground; Xu Yang piloted his small craft straight “through” the heart of the solitary island.

This… was actually an illusion!

Piercing the veil of the illusion, the world abruptly opened up, and as the thick fog dispersed, a large island in the middle of a lake was revealed.

The island’s surroundings were dotted with strange rocks, which did not feel abrupt but naturally formed, harboring their own mysterious charms.

Formation (the rocks formed a formation, blending false with true)

Xu Yang brought the boat to shore, disembarked onto the island and began to transport various living supplies.

“Grr! Grr! Grr!”

At that moment, a series of strange calls and flapping shadows descended from the sky, revealing a group of predatory birds.

Among them, a Fish Eagle and a Golden Eagle stood out for their size; with glossy feathers, they were the most splendid and majestic.

The Fish Eagle needs no introduction; it is the loyal Laoliu, who has accompanied him for years.

As for the Golden Eagle, it was the most outstanding among the many fierce birds Xu Yang had raised recently, surpassing even Laoliu in combat power, with exceptional scouting and mobility capabilities!

Xu Yang even saw in it the hope of becoming a “spiritual pet.”

“All right, all right, I’m coming.”

Looking at the group of young ones clamoring for food, Xu Yang shook his head, moved all the supplies to his newly built cabin, and then grabbed two buckets to head to the lake. He pulled up several trap cages and filled both buckets to the brim.

“Okay, eat up.”

Carrying two buckets full of fish and shrimp, Xu Yang approached the hungry birds and let them feast.

Although, as predatory birds, they could hunt for their own food, to grow quickly, to develop and become more powerful “alien beasts” than ordinary predatory birds, they needed abundant food and nutrients provided by their master, Xu Yang.

The two buckets of shrimp and crabs were swiftly devoured, with Laoliu and the Golden Eagle eating the most.

Seeing the two still looking unsatisfied, Xu Yang shook his head and turned to bring over another two buckets of seafood.

No way around it, in this lake region shrouded in smoke, almost no fishermen came by, leaving the resources exceedingly abundant. Coupled with Xu Yang’s fishing skills and catching techniques, not just a few buckets, even a few boats worth of catch would be effortlessly gathered.

Of course, Xu Yang was not the type to deplete resources without consideration. In addition to bird rearing, he also farmed fish. Along the lake, he had set up breeding nets, ready to farm some special species of fish for food reserves and to nurture alien beasts.

So after feeding the birds, he had to feed the fish.

He opened the storage, carried out two big bags of rice grains, and poured them directly into the breeding nets.

Rice grains?

Yes, rice grains, grown by himself.

He had already cleared fields on the island, cultivated the land, and these rice grains were the first harvest.

Due to his plantation skills, which came with features like nurturing exotic floral plants, commanding favorable weather, abundant harvests, and robust growth, growing these mundane crops was incredibly successful.

The first batch of rice grains, with just a month’s time, matured under the effects of “commanding favorable weather” and “robust growth.”

Moreover, due to “nurturing exotic floral plants” and “abundant harvests,” the yield was extremely high, and some rice grains were of a special variety, with better taste, higher nutritional value, and a slight effect of enhancing the body’s Qi Blood.

Xu Yang called it White Jade Rice.

He had planted for three months and harvested three batches, accumulating a total of one hundred and fifty catties of White Jade Rice.

The quantity was not very large, but Xu Yang was already quite satisfied because with each harvest, the amount of White Jade Rice was increasing. This indicated that his “good breed cultivation” plan was very successful. As long as he continued to plant, one day he would be able to grow White Jade Rice exclusively.

White Jade Rice, without a doubt, was for his own consumption, while the ordinary rice grains were used to feed the fish. Although no special breeds of fish had appeared yet, Xu Yang believed that as long as he continued raising them, he would eventually cultivate fish with a good taste and high nutritional value, of a supreme alien breed.

After feeding the fish, he went to the fields to check on the rice crops and medicinal herbs.

There was nothing much to say about the rice, its growth was promising, and it seemed another harvest would be coming soon.

As for the medicinal herbs, Xu Yang had planted ordinary varieties, without any particularly treasured species. Their only feature was age; he had chosen types that gained stronger medicinal properties with age.

Theoretically, such herbs could turn from decay to magic given enough time.

Take for instance millennium sealwort or ten-thousand-year-old polygonum multiflorum – these were ordinary herbs that depended entirely on age for their effectiveness. The older the herbs, the stronger their potency. Once they reached a thousand or ten thousand years, they could undergo a total rebirth, becoming extraordinary.

As is well known, there are many methods to increase the age of medicinal herbs. A ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine might not actually have grown for ten thousand years.

Xu Yang’s planting skills, with features like “Exotic Flowers and Herbs” and “Vigorous Growth,” made the age of the herbs increase very rapidly. Millennia or ten millennia were perhaps an exaggeration, but growing a few hundred years’ worth of herbs was certainly feasible.

After all, he had a long life ahead and plenty of time. He could simply wait it out, as long as no one came to disturb him, he could farm on this small island for centuries.

And so, the day’s work was completed, yet less than half a day had passed.

Xu Yang hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to return to his house, lay down on his bed, and pulled the covers over him.

With the influence of the Heshi Jade over three months, his spirit had already been cleansed and revitalized. The accumulation of his life in Great Tang and the insights from the War supreme-ruler’s Atlas had also been nearly fully digested.

Furthermore, now that he had a preliminary understanding of the real-world situation and knew that powerful Cultivators were only interested in those with Immortal Fate, it was almost impossible they would bother him, a complete nobody.

Therefore, while enjoying his leisurely farming life, he wondered whether he should also experience a new dream life. After all, constant farming, so repetitive, could be as boring as it was interesting, right?

So, he decided to start the dream. Having not stirred up any trouble for such a long time, he felt uneasy.

He just hoped that this time Zhuanzhou Mengdie would bring him a novel world, a novel life, and novel encounters.

He had already done the Martial World struggle for supremacy twice, playing this not-so-fun game for over a thousand years. Truth be told, he was already somewhat tired of it.

He wished for this dream to be different, to touch upon a new world, a new system, a new power…

With such thoughts, Xu Yang closed his eyes.

And then…

“Gurgle gurgle!”

The sound of flowing water woke him up.

As consciousness returned and light entered his eyes, Xu Yang looked around in astonishment, only to find himself submerged in water.

What was happening?

Was he this time a drowned and unlucky soul?

Wait, that’s not right…!!!

Xu Yang stared blankly for a while and then with a surge of horror, he realized that something was off about his perspective.

Not just perspective, but also…

In the Blackwater River, a Green Fish stared with round, panic-stricken eyes, shockingly looking at its own “hands,” oh no, fins!