Beast-Taming Cultivator from Two Realms

Chapter 39: A Ray of Hope

‘It’s over!’

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Beiwu's heart sank to the bottom.

He had read countless books and naturally knew the value of the Beast King’s Blood. It was a treasure even cultivators at the Third Realm, Beast Generals (Golden Core True Persons), yearned for yet could not obtain.

In the face of such temptation, the attitude of the Exotic Spirit Turtle was likely to change.

Could it be that he was about to miss the golden legend?

‘It has to work.’ Lin Xinghe's fingers, hidden beneath his sleeve, clenched until they turned pale.

He was not his grandfather’s only legitimate grandson.

To obtain this great opportunity, he had paid an unimaginable price.

If he failed to subdue the Exotic Spirit Turtle, his status within the Cold Domain Lin Clan would suffer a devastating blow.

As time ticked by, Guan Ange nervously swallowed.

Failure was frustrating enough, but seeing someone else succeed was even more agonizing.

They were both second-generation cultivators. Guan Ange did not want to witness Lin Xinghe soaring to the heavens—that would make him insanely jealous.

It was no exaggeration to say that, aside from Chen Beiwu, he was the person present who least wished for Lin Xinghe's success.

Under Lin Xinghe’s expectant gaze, the Exotic Spirit Turtle raised its head, its body instinctively leaning forward, seemingly wanting to observe the Beast King’s Blood more closely.

Sensing the blood’s aura from within the box, the hesitation in the Spirit Turtle’s eyes completely faded.

Just a little more, but not enough!

The Beast King’s Essence contained Undying Blood and Undying Aura—it was the foundation of a Fourth Realm Beast King.

With the aid of the Undying Blood, a Third Realm Beast General could temporarily break through its bloodline shackles and transform its bloodline to the level of a Fourth-Tier Mystic Beast.

And if a Beast General at the peak of the Third Realm used the Undying Aura to temper itself, it had the chance to form its own Undying Blood and Undying Aura, pushing its cultivation years beyond a thousand, and attempt to ascend to the Fourth Realm Beast King, becoming a ruler over countless beasts.

If Lin Xinghe had offered the Beast King’s Essence, such a rare bargaining chip, the turtle could have given up on the elusive “fated person” and chosen to recognize him as its master. But what he had offered was merely the incomplete Beast King’s Blood.

There was only one character of difference between Beast King’s Blood and Beast King’s Essence, but the gap between them was like heaven and earth.

The blood of a Fourth Realm Beast King could only help a Third Realm Beast General greatly enhance its cultivation years—it could not elevate the bloodline or break through the realm.

Let alone awaken the exotic bloodline within and revert to its ancestral form, reviving the glory of the Northern Darkness Mystic Tortoise.

Thus, the Exotic Spirit Turtle shook its head reluctantly.

Lin Xinghe narrowed his eyes slightly. The surrounding water currents seemed to stir from an invisible force.

The next moment, he gently flicked his Qingxuan Folding Wooden Fan, his expression returning to composure.

“Since you’re unwilling, let us leave it at that.”

As the words fell, Lin Xinghe turned calmly, his steps steady as ever.

Yet the uncontrollable spiritual fluctuation just now had already betrayed the turmoil within his heart.

Upon seeing this, the corners of Guan Ange’s lips curled up imperceptibly, and he applauded madly in his heart.

Lin Xinghe normally looked down on everyone, holding his nose high and showing disdain for second-generation cultivators of Fallen Dragon Mansion.

Now witnessing his setback, Guan Ange felt immense satisfaction. However, he had to maintain the dignity of a second-generation cultivator and couldn’t laugh out loud.

Chen Beiwu also remained silent, unease rising in his heart.

Even the blood of a Fourth Realm Beast King failed to gain the recognition of the Exotic Spirit Turtle. It was likely the creature’s requirements for Fate Patterns were unreasonably high, far beyond what ordinary talents could satisfy.

Was his own Fate Pattern truly sufficient?

“Fellow Daoist, you should give it a try. Who knows—you might succeed.” Afraid he might laugh, Guan Ange quickly shifted his attention to Chen Beiwu.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinghe paused, his gaze sweeping past Chen Beiwu and landing on Guan Ange, a chilling gleam flickering in his eyes.

He was fuming inside.

The Exotic Spirit Turtle held a special status within the Dongxuan Immortal Sect. Not even he, let alone his grandfather, could afford to offend it.

But a mere second-generation cultivator from some remote prefecture wasn’t enough to make Lin Xinghe wary.

He etched this incident in his memory, then stepped onto his flying vessel, pierced the lake water, and departed from the bottom of Four Seas Lake in a streak of rainbow light.

The Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle lifted its head in frustration.

Missing out on a treasure like the Beast King’s Blood pained it greatly.

To console itself, it decided to indulge in a feast.

“Boom!”

With a thought, the Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle stirred the surrounding water-element spiritual energy. Above its shell, a miniature water realm gradually manifested.

This water realm was about ten feet wide, yet formed an independent world.

It brimmed with dense spiritual energy, rippling waters, and within swam hundreds of rare Spirit Fish seldom seen by ordinary cultivators.

“Jade Marrow Carp, Azure Spirit Carp, Scarletblood Fish... Color-Horned Pomfret!”

Recognizing the Spirit Fish species, Guan Ange’s face revealed a stunned expression.

He had thought that offering a Spiritjade Carp for trade already showed great sincerity. Who would have expected this Exotic Spirit Turtle to be so terrifyingly wealthy?

Not only were there swarms of Second-Tier Spirit Fish, but even four Third-Tier Treasure Fish were being raised. Each one was no less valuable than the specially bred Jadeheart Treasure Carp of the Guan Clan—perhaps even more so.

No wonder Lin Xinghe was willing to offer Beast King’s Blood. This Exotic Spirit Turtle must have an unimaginably grand origin.

‘Holy crap, another golden legend!’

Chen Beiwu stood frozen, eyes fixated on a golden shadow within the miniature water realm, blinking in disbelief.

What kind of day was this? He had encountered two golden ones!

On the other side, the Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle stared at the water realm, hesitant, seemingly contemplating which Spirit Fish to pick for its meal.

But after pondering for a full quarter of an hour, it still hadn't made a decision.

“Step!”

“Step!”

“Step!”

Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Chen Beiwu walked on water step by step toward the coral thicket.

“Huh? Another cultivator’s going up.”

“Where did this bold fellow come from? Even Young Master Lin couldn’t gain the Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle’s recognition—does he think he can?”

“Maybe he’s the chosen one or something,” a Qi Refining cultivator sneered softly.

Chen Beiwu’s clothes were ordinary—at a glance, one could tell he came from a humble background and had little future.

“You talk too much. Shut your mouth.” Guan Ange shot a glance at the speaker.

The latter immediately fell silent and lowered his head.

He dared to mock Chen Beiwu, but not someone like Guan Ange—a second-generation cultivator.

‘No idea if Dad knows the specifics about this Exotic Spirit Turtle.’ Guan Ange pulled out his phone and started inquiring.

As for Chen Beiwu’s taming attempt, he no longer cared.

After all, there could only be one outcome.

The Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle tilted its head, staring at the Spirit Fish swimming within the water realm, deep in thought, paying no attention to the approaching cultivator.

After encountering hundreds of unappealing candidates these past few days, it had given up hope on finding a fated person. Eating was more reliable.

“Thump thump thump!”

Chen Beiwu knocked on the pitch-black shell and began his routine introduction.

“I am Chen Beiwu, sixteen years old, Seventh Level of Qi Refining, dual Earth-Grade Roots in Water and Wood, exceptional talent.”

Pausing slightly, he earnestly extended an invitation: “Would you be willing to become my Companion Beast?”

Upon hearing this, the Abyssal Water Spirit Turtle rolled its eyes without turning around.

Rustic cultivators really thought too highly of themselves.

To claim “exceptional talent” with just Seventh Level of Qi Refining at sixteen—what shamelessness.