Chapter 288: Mutated Sea Monster

Chapter 288: Mutant Sea Monster

All the female stars stared intently at the sea, as if they were utterly captivated by the prospect of fishing up what Qi Yuan called his "little darling."

Seeing that Qi Yuan seemed genuinely keen on that thing, Huan Kuang ordered all his subordinates to fish there as well.

"If anyone catches it, I’ll give them a little gift," Qi Yuan said lazily.

At that moment, both the female stars and Huan Kuang’s men grew tense.

A little gift from a big shot like Mr. Qi was bound to be priceless.

Perhaps it would be hundreds of thousands, even millions, of Qin Yuan coins.

Their hands on the fishing rods, they gazed at the sea, filled with anticipation.

Huan Kuang was also sea fishing, and he lowered his voice: "Is this… little darling… related to immortal cultivation?"

After all, anything that caught Qi Yuan’s attention must be tied to the legendary path of immortality.

"Not at all," Qi Yuan shook his head. "It should be related to martial arts."

"Martial arts?" Huan Kuang was taken aback.

As a noble of the Qin Yuan Kingdom, he was well-versed in martial arts.

He had once dabbled in it himself, but found it far too weak—less practical than even the basic combat training from the military, let alone gene serums.

"Isn’t martial arts very weak?" Huan Kuang couldn’t help but say.

He had seen the strongest martial artist, the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament.

Some skill, but nothing special.

"There’s no weak path in this world, only weak people," Qi Yuan said lazily.

Huan Kuang still didn’t understand: "But sir, aren’t you cultivating the immortal path?"

"I mainly cultivate the immortal path, but here… I want to explore martial arts. I am the man who will become the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths."

Becoming the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths was Qi Yuan’s mission in this world.

Before that, he had to become the Martial Sovereign of the Human Path and the Martial Sovereign of the Spirit Path.

The Martial Sovereign of the Human Path was simple enough, but the Martial Sovereign of the Spirit Path left Qi Yuan with no clue.

"By the way, if it’s convenient, help me look up information about the Martial Sovereign of Ten Thousand Paths," Qi Yuan said.

"Sure," Huan Kuang quickly agreed.

It seemed that doing things for Qi Yuan was a pleasure in itself.

"Mm, the technique I sold you is only a fragment for now, but it’s enough for a few years of cultivation.

Once my wife comes down, I’ll give you the rest," Qi Yuan said.

The *Super Invincible Somewhat Explosive Technique* was currently only at the Qi Refining stage, not even complete.

This was because Qi Yuan was still under a curse and couldn’t think too deeply; only when he grew stronger could he perfect the later parts.

Huan Kuang’s mind raced with thoughts.

But then he figured—if it was a true immortal cultivation technique, how could a hundred million buy the complete version?

Most importantly, was he only buying the technique with that money? He was buying a connection to Qi Yuan.

"No problem," Huan Kuang said quickly.

Of course, if he knew Qi Yuan’s true strength, he’d realize that a hundred million for a fragment was a steal—a hundred billion, a trillion, even ten trillion would still be a massive bargain for him.

After all, this was a technique created by Qi Yuan himself.

Its value went without saying.

Many thoughts flickered through Huan Kuang’s mind.

Just then, Qi Yuan said, "Since we’re idle, bring me some materials. I’ll process them—metal, water, wood…"

Now they were fishing.

He couldn’t practice boxing.

As for immortal cultivation, due to the curse, it progressed very slowly.

Better to get some materials and refine them into medicinal liquids to boost his strength.

Besides, he was thinking of using other means to lure that little darling from the sea over.

"Great!" Huan Kuang’s heart raced, as if he would finally witness Qi Yuan in action.

Soon, he and some subordinates brought over a pile of materials.

The female stars watched with puzzled looks, unsure what was happening.

"Get me a blender, a high-temperature pot, and also…" Qi Yuan said to the expectant Huan Kuang.

Huan Kuang was taken aback, but still ordered his men to comply.

His mind was full of questions—what… were these for?

Qi Yuan clapped his hands: "If I can slack off, I will."

Soon, the blender and other equipment arrived. Qi Yuan picked up the plants one by one and put them into the blender.

The sound of the machine whirred.

Everyone watched curiously as the plants were crushed.

Some, however, kept their eyes on the sea, hoping to reel in the little darling.

"Alright, done."

Qi Yuan picked up a wine glass and poured a pile of dark green liquid into it.

He downed the liquid in one gulp, and his technique began to churn wildly.

His cultivation level rose steadily in that moment.

"Want a drink? But you’ll need to pair it with the *Super Invincible Somewhat Explosive Technique*," Qi Yuan said, pouring a glass for Huan Kuang as well.

The spiritual energy on Archstar was scarce.

Far inferior to the Canglan Realm.

That was why he needed these medicinal liquids to assist his cultivation—they were more effective.

Of course, Qi Yuan also vaguely sensed that the spiritual energy on Archstar seemed to be slowly increasing.

But the rate was too slow.

Huan Kuang’s heart leaped with joy: "Sure!"

He immediately recalled the technique Qi Yuan had sold him, and in his mind, he began to circulate it as instructed.

Yet, for some reason, when he tried to circulate it, his body felt as if it were out of control—the energy simply wouldn’t flow, as if blocked by something.

Just then, Qi Yuan’s finger tapped Huan Kuang’s body.

"Continue."

Kuanghuan suddenly felt a flash of insight, the qi coursing within his body began to circulate rapidly.

“Drink.”

Qi Yuan’s voice came again, and Kuanghuan hastily swallowed a cup of green liquid.

An inexplicable sensation of euphoria washed over him, ethereal and intoxicating, a pleasure ten or a hundred times more intense than sexual orgasm.

Kuanghuan’s eyes flew open, his face a mixture of shock and delight: “Immortal arts, it must be immortal arts!”

This feeling was utterly captivating.

It even made Kuanghuan suspect he had taken a hallucinogenic drug.

Yet the raw materials of these liquids were nothing but ordinary plants, containing no banned substances whatsoever.

“Your aptitude is too poor; it will take at least a month or two to get started,” Qi Yuan remarked casually.

After all, if not for the cultivation method Qi Yuan had created himself, even with a technique, Kuanghuan would have wasted ten years just to begin.

His lifetime achievement would be no more than lingering at the early stage of Qi Refining.

Hearing this, Kuanghuan felt a wave of relief.

A month or two—he could wait that long.

Just then, Qi Yuan picked up another cup of medicinal liquid and lightly tapped the rim.

Suddenly, a red glow emanated from the cup.

Wu Qi, standing nearby, stared in astonishment: “This… is this magic?”

The other actresses were equally amazed.

After all, a freshly made drink suddenly emitting red light—

it defied science.

Qi Yuan simply smiled: “I added a bit of bait, to see if I can lure in a little darling.”

With that, he tossed the cup out over the sea.

Bang.

The cup burst in midair.

The red liquid scattered like raindrops.

The sight stunned everyone present.

One actress covered her mouth and blurted out, “Mr. Qi, have you taken a gene serum?”

Gene serums were expensive and came in different grades.

To achieve the effect Qi Yuan just displayed, it had to be a high-level gene serum; ordinary people, even with money, had no access to such things.

Considering that even a hereditary viscount treated Qi Yuan with respect, it was only natural that he possessed high-grade gene serums.

Ordinary gene serums were something these celebrities could afford and use.

However, some gene serums inherently conflicted with beauty serums and could affect the body’s flexibility, so few women opted for them.

Low-level gene serums might ruin the aesthetic of their bodies. Thus, very few actresses chose gene serums.

On the other hand, some martial arts actors used gene serums for better performance.

“No,” Qi Yuan shook his head. “Keep watching—my little darling might be taking the bait soon.”

The others quickly resumed fishing.

Time ticked by, and Qi Yuan kept drinking the medicinal liquid.

His cultivation level steadily rose.

Soon, he stepped into the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Of course, this meant little to him.

With a bit more resources, he would quickly reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

None of that mattered; for Qi Yuan, becoming the Myriad Dao Martial God was the purpose of coming to the game world of Gongxing.

The liquid spilled onto the sea surface.

The once calm sea now teemed with life.

Many fish swam toward this spot.

More and more people caught fish, mostly rare species.

But what frustrated those who caught fish was that none of them were the little darling Qi Yuan sought.

Suddenly, a burly man in a suit turned red-faced: “Such a huge fish—I can’t reel it in!”

As he spoke, his stance wavered.

Seeing this, two or three other mercenaries stepped forward to help him haul the fish up.

The surrounding actresses showed excited expressions.

“Could it be a shark?”

At that moment, the mercenary’s face grew anxious: “No good, the rod is about to break!”

The creature beneath the sea was so powerful that even with three or four mercenaries pulling together, they couldn’t bring it up, and the rod was on the verge of snapping.

And this rod and line were made of special alloy, capable of easily hauling in hundred-pound sea fish.

Given this situation, the creature in the sea was clearly extraordinary.

“Let me.”

Qi Yuan stood up and grabbed the rod.

The deformed rod suddenly straightened.

Qi Yuan gazed at the sea, as if seeing through the depths.

A smile crept into his eyes.

“It’s… my little darling.”

He gave a sharp jerk.

The rod that four or five mercenaries couldn’t hold became steady in his grip.

In an instant, the line retracted.

A dark shape was flung into the reception hall.

Everyone’s eyes fell on the fish.

“How… how ugly!”

One actress covered her mouth, an involuntary look of disgust on her face.

Wu Qi’s long legs pressed together; she nearly stumbled in fright, half-crouching, her gown taut over her moon-like buttocks, as if deliberately leaning toward Qi Yuan.

“What is this?”

All present stared at the strange black shadow, astonishment flickering in their eyes.

What they saw was a mass of darkness, its head like a chicken—but a featherless chicken, with a blood-red fleshy lump on its forehead that looked quite ferocious.

Its lower half, however, was a black, gelatinous blob, sticky and slimy, appearing utterly bizarre.

It was nothing like the normal creatures of Gongxing.

“Is this… a sea monster?” Huanhuan, well-traveled and knowledgeable, recognized the creature at once.

“A sea monster?”

“This is actually a sea monster!”

The female stars present all showed expressions of surprise.

Some of them looked nauseated and disgusted, for they had once drunk sea monster soup.

But they had never seen a sea monster in its true form.

“My little darling is a sea monster?” Qi Yuan gazed at the ugly creature, his eyes gleaming.

For some reason, when he saw the sea monster, he swallowed a few times, feeling an urge to devour it.

“No, this isn’t an ordinary sea monster—this is a mutated sea monster!” Huanhuan exclaimed with astonishment.

This sea monster was very small, no bigger than a soccer ball.

Ordinary sea monsters also obeyed the basic laws.

Four or five mercenaries couldn’t even haul one up.

That meant this sea monster was far from ordinary, defying the basic laws.

Thus, it had to be a mutated sea monster.

Sea monsters were expensive, but mutated sea monsters were the priciest of the pricey.

Even this soccer-ball-sized one was estimated to be worth over a million.

“A mutated sea monster, huh?”

At that moment, Qi Yuan bent down, reaching out to touch the sea monster.

Huanhuan’s face tightened. “Careful! Mutated sea monsters are very dangerous!”

Mutated sea monsters represented the unknown and peril.

Their bodies might contain some kind of radiation; touching them without protection could easily get you killed.

“It’s fine. It’s not a mutated sea monster—it’s my little darling.

Maybe… it will also become my white moonlight.”

Qi Yuan forced a smile into his eyes.

His hand stroked the slimy skin of the mutated sea monster. The once arrogant and vicious creature now trembled, as if it had met its natural enemy.

Seeing this, Huanhuan was startled.

He had seen mutated sea monsters before and knew their temperament.

They were violent, chaotic beings.

Fear simply didn’t exist in their minds.

Yet now, it was like a trembling pet.

Nearby, Wu Qi, fighting back her disgust, edged closer. “Mr. Qi, you have such a kind heart. You can be so gentle even with a sea monster of such… unique appearance.”

She was trying to curry favor with Qi Yuan.

After all, Qi Yuan had said this mutated sea monster might even be his white moonlight.

Wasn’t it normal for people of wealth and status to have some peculiar hobbies?

“At first glance, this sea monster looks a bit strange, but the more you look, the cuter it gets. The little fellow is quite… distinctive.” Wu Qi lied through her teeth, hoping to get closer to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan couldn’t help but glance at Wu Qi, noticing the flesh-colored stockings on her long, shapely thighs. He decided that when Ning Tao came down, he’d have her wear them too—it would surely be quite alluring.

“Deep-fry it,” Qi Yuan said then.

Little darling… deep-fry it?

Wu Qi was stunned.

Hadn’t he just called it his white moonlight?

Hearing this, Huanhuan quickly gave orders: “Deep-fry this mutated sea monster!”

Then Qi Yuan turned to the mercenary who had caught the mutated sea monster.

The mercenary’s face lit up with barely concealed joy.

“I’ll reward you with a cup… a piece of paper.”

As he spoke, Qi Yuan pulled a napkin from his pocket.

He took a twig, dipped it into a medicinal liquid, and began to draw something on the napkin.

A few moments later, a napkin inscribed with a ghostly talisman fell into the mercenary’s hands.

“It can save your life,” Qi Yuan said calmly.

This talisman, drawn on a whim, was a defensive charm.

Even if a shell landed on him, it could protect his life.

“Hurry up and thank Mr. Qi!” Huanhuan urged.

The mercenary, though puzzled, quickly tucked it away with gratitude.

He thought it might be some artwork created by the nobleman, perhaps worth tens of thousands.

At the thought of that value, his heart swelled with delight.

The other female stars looked on with envy, especially Wu Qi.

(The chapter ends)