Chapter 1121 - 1121 687 Divine Way (Extra for the Sovereign

Chapter 1121: Chapter 687: Divine Way (Extra for the Sovereign Great Luo Heavenly Immortal Emperor of Longevity~) Chapter 1121: Chapter 687: Divine Way (Extra for the Sovereign Great Luo Heavenly Immortal Emperor of Longevity~) Old Yu fell silent for a moment before slowly saying:

“This method is called the ‘River Sacrifice Disaster Transformation Method,’ and it was a passing Fish Cultivator who told me about it…”

“That day, I was fishing in the river when my boat suddenly sank — probably hit a reef at the bottom of the river, or maybe it struck the sharp horn of some Water Demon…”

“Boat sinking in the river, leading to the death of a Fish Cultivator, I’ve heard of too many such cases in my life.”

“At the time, I panicked and desperately swam towards the shore, but halfway there, I was targeted by a Water Demon…”

“Just when I thought I was about to lose my life in Mistwater River, a passing Fish Cultivator injured the Water Demon and forcefully dragged me to the shore…”

“That’s how I managed to save my life…”

Old Yu sighed, still feeling the aftershocks to this day.

Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened as he asked, “What did that passing Fish Cultivator look like?”

Old Yu thought for a moment, “He was accustomed to diving, swam exceptionally well, had pale skin like the white fish in the river, and light eyebrows. He looked strange, but the more I looked at him, the more benevolent he seemed…”

Mo Hua’s gaze became slightly heavy.

Crossing River Dragon…

“And then?”

“And then…” Old Yu pondered, “I was profoundly grateful to him and said I wanted to repay him, but he just waved his hand and said… oh, we all make our living in the waters, should help each other out in times of distress, it was just a simple effort, no need for courtesy.”

“Such a good person…” Old Yu sighed and then continued:

“I invited him for a drink, and although it was cheap liquor, he didn’t disdain it.”

“After three rounds of drinks, we were getting along well and started talking about the hardships of Fish Cultivators. He said he had no father, no mother, no children, all on his own.”

“I said my situation was exactly the opposite. I have a big family, but we’re all destined to live a life of hardship, with no prospects.”

“Both of my grandsons have decent Spiritual Roots, but I don’t have the Spirit Stones to support their Cultivation.”

“I’m useless as a grandfather, and it’s my fault they can’t advance far.”

At this point, Old Yu looked ashamed, then shook his head and continued:

“Hearing this, the Fish Cultivator seemed to want to speak, hesitated, but held back and said nothing, merely drinking on his own.”

“But I caught his hesitation, and I told him to just speak up, no need to have reservations.”

“He just shook his head. After I repeatedly pressed him, he finally sighed and told me about this ‘River Sacrifice’ method.”

“He said he had also heard about this sacrificial method from some old Cultivators’ mouths, whether it works or not, he didn’t know.”

“The Fish Cultivator said that there is a kind of Blood Fish in this world, and one must be sincere in body and mind to feed it with blood, wait until its mouth cracks open, and its fins turn into human-like limbs, then throw it into the well to worship the River God. If the River God’s blessing is obtained, one can wish for things…”

“I found it strange, couldn’t understand why it had to be done with sincerity and blood, and if it was to worship the River God, why not throw it into the river, but into the well…”

Mo Hua was curious, “What did that Fish Cultivator say?”

Old Yu frowned, “That Fish Cultivator said he didn’t know either. This ancient method was passed down this way, and you can’t change a single bit of it.”

“He said since it’s a sacrifice to the River God, then that’s the River God’s stipulation; how would we human Cultivators know…”

“I hesitated.”

“Then he asked me if I wanted to use it? He also said, not everyone who uses this method would receive the River God’s blessing, but might as well give it a try…”

“If I really wanted to use this method to worship the ‘River God,’ then in consideration of our relationship, he could get me the Blood Fish. No need for Spirit Stones, just inviting him for a drink was enough.”

“Spirit Stones are precious, but this kind of liquor is cheap in comparison.”

“I figured, just give it a try. Even if it doesn’t work out, it’s just some wasted liquor money, not much to lose.”

“Moreover, this fellow saved my life, he wouldn’t harm me further.”

“He told me so much out of kindness, for my own good…”

Mo Hua listened with a frown on his brows.

Old Yu, unaware of the truth, just sighed to himself, and looked at Mo Hua, “Young Master, you should know what happened afterward…”

Old Yu felt some emotion:

“I did as he said, and I received the River God’s protection, caught a tricolor carp, sold it for eight thousand Spirit Stones. My two grandsons also have a future now…”

At this point, Old Yu suddenly looked terrified:

“But this matter must never be leaked, otherwise it will attract the River God’s strange punishment, and all the blessing will be lost.”

Old Yu’s gaze was pleading as he looked at Mo Hua:

“Young Master, please consider it a favor from an old man, pretend as if you’ve seen nothing.”

Mo Hua’s expression was complex, his thoughts stirring, he nodded and agreed:

“Alright, I won’t tell anyone.”

He didn’t think to persuade Old Yu, nor did he try to explain that the so-called River Sacrifice was fake; the River God he worshipped was not the real River God, but very likely an Evil God.

But in this world, those blinded by superstition cannot be convinced, and speaking is useless; he wouldn’t listen.

Mo Hua wouldn’t waste his effort, he simply added:

“I won’t tell others about this, but you can’t continue raising the fish, nor can you continue to worship in the well water…”

Old Yu’s face showed conflict.

Mo Hua gave him an easy-to-understand reason:

“Greed can invoke the River God’s punishment.”

“You’ve already received plenty of blessings from the River God. If you continue to sacrifice and ask without restraint, it might anger the River God and bring disaster…”

Upon hearing this, Old Yu’s expression turned to one of fear, and he nodded again and again:

“Right, right, Young Master is right!”

“You can’t be too greedy. I already have enough. My luck has been good enough, and if I get greedy, I might incur misfortune.”

Mo Hua nodded.