The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 457 - 267: Night Fishing
"Good, very good." He was feeling awkward, but seeing her taking the initiative to relieve the tension, he was delighted and quickly handed over the fish, and casually wiped it on the white sand to remove the fishy smell.
This action, rather than resembling a mighty cultivator, seemed more like that of an ordinary elderly man. He took a couple of swigs from his wine gourd and watched Ning Xiaoxian skillfully removed the black ink and entrails from the squid’s belly, peeled off the outer purple layer, and then speared it with a twig to roast over the flame. As she flipped and roasted it, she also sprinkled some black, brown, white, and red powder on the squid. If the elderly man wasn’t bold and skilled, he might not have dared to taste it.
However, the flavor was truly delicious. She made several more cuts on the squid to enhance the flavor and the roasting, and it cooked quickly. The elderly man took a bite and his eyes lit up, devouring it in moments before fetching another skewer. Ning Xiaoxian had barely chewed through half a skewer when he had already cleared all the squid on the scene. The squid itself was already delicious, and their bellies were plump with seeds, making them aromatic and chewy. The added seasonings enhanced the taste even more.
"Young lady, what is this seasoning?" He pointed at one of the seed-like spices and asked.
She glanced and answered, "Cumin, nothing more. It’s a common seasoning in the Western Regions." It seemed this elderly man had not been down the mountain for too long, otherwise, how could he not know about the changes in the culinary world?
"Delicious! I’ll go fish for more squid!" Saying this, he drew a green bamboo fishing rod from his storage space and walked back towards the lake.
Is he really using fishing?! Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened. With his divine skills, he didn’t need to wet his hands to haul prey out of the water, so why did he insist on using fishing gear? It is said the higher the cultivation, the weirder the person, and this truly fits the saying, just like her family’s Changtian who also has many bizarre thoughts all day...
Alas, why did she think of him again? Ning Xiaoxian, you hopeless girl. She blushed, stood up, and dusted the fine sand from her lapel, proceeding towards the water. Though her body was lightweight, this salty lake could not support her, so she ran her divine power under her feet, deftly stepping on the surface, turning the buoyant force into repulsion, thus able to tread on water. The elderly man was also walking on the water, but her feet were a millimeter above the lake’s surface, each with their own merit.
That elderly man was standing in deep water fishing, and when he saw her gracefully approaching, he took a few more looks, his face showing some surprise. This young lady’s aura was quite peculiar; the power in her body was neither spiritual nor demonic, making it difficult to determine her level of cultivation. Seeing her calmly approaching, neither servile nor overbearing, he felt quite touched: how many years had it been since a youngster dared to come so close to him?
"You standing next to me will scare the fish away!" Even though he said this, his tone wasn’t very blaming but rather nostalgic, for someone had said the same to him many years ago.
Ning Xiaoxian covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: "With this kind of fishing, how long are you going to fish?"
"Two hours..." He looked uncertain.
Dizzying, before she came, had the elderly man been fishing for two hours and just caught four squid? At this rate, they wouldn’t be full by dawn. Most importantly, she couldn’t afford to stand on the water surface that long; she was a big user of divine power.
She held back a laugh and said, "Would you like me to help?"
"No way!" The elderly man said sternly, "The fish must be caught with a fishing rod, otherwise if I use a little magic, the fish will jump into my hand on its own. Why would I need this bamboo rod then?" He actually insisted on playing the game of Jiang Taigong fishing, wanting the fish to bite willingly—quite pretentious.
What was this old man thinking? But she had a way. Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes shifted and said, "What if I have a way to speed up your fishing?"
"This, I might consider!" The elderly man nodded, still skeptical, "Can you make the fish bite the hook on their own?"
Of course, she could. If Tu Jin was here, he could simply conjure an avatar to lure the fish to bite the bait, but he wasn’t here, and besides, a Great Cultivator also has dignity. So she would use another method.
The mortal method.
"It’s a trivial matter." She took out glow grass from her bosom, the gentle white light immediately illuminating the vicinity of a few meters, like lighting a bright lamp in the darkness.
The elderly man wondered, "What’s this?"
"Most fish are attracted to light, on such a dark night, wouldn’t they flock to it?" She pursed her lips and smiled, "Old sir, watch your fishing rod closely, the fish will come soon."
