The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1163 - 503: Beautiful Lady, Will You Be My Steed?

Chapter 1163: Chapter 503: Beautiful Lady, Will You Be My Steed?

Outside Fengshan Prefecture, the continuous mountains and rivers intertwined, creating a captivating scenery.

"This river is called Weishui River; during the rainy season, its width reaches twenty zhang and originates from Yesan Lake."

On both sides, cliffs dangled precariously, with narrow paths zigzagging along, and below, the tumbling Weishui River.

Thorn bushes were everywhere, with wild wormwood reaching half a person’s height.

Looking down at Weishui River, boats could be seen passing by from time to time.

"If I were a poet, seeing such a scene would probably make me unable to resist composing a poem.

Sadly, I am a Kitchen Knife, and all I want is to kill fish."

Qi Yuan was not immune to being moved by the scene and began to express his own feelings.

Of course, he did not feel homesick or frustrated by unacknowledged talents, so he could not produce a poem.

"The taste of fish meat buns must be great!" Chen Kangbao exclaimed.

He was constantly thinking about his next meal.

As he spoke, he looked towards Weishui River, his eyes shimmering with excitement, "I heard that in the Yesan Lake above Weishui, there’s a Water Lord whose true form is a big fish, and its taste might be superb."

"Whenever we catch him, find a cook to make you fish meat buns," Qi Yuan casually suggested.

Just then, a crisp voice rang through, carrying a hint of naivety, "You really dare to say such things! The Water Lord of Yesan Lake has reached the peak of Earth Level, commanding the waters of Yeshan Prefecture. In Yesan Lake, he is invincible, and even if a legendary Sky Level Soldier Commander were to come, I doubt they could kill him."

As the voice ended, two graceful figures, one tall and one small, appeared.

Both were wearing a light veil, making it hard to see their true faces.

However, the one who had spoken was petite and wealthy looking, so young yet already like an "airport."

The tall one by her side was in a black long dress, exquisitely embroidered with golden threads, boasting an extraordinary texture, her figure curvy and her waist incredibly slender, delicate as a blooming flower.

Although their faces were hidden, the incredible figure was already beyond paramount.

"Hmph, my young master is a Heavenly God descended to earth; how dare a mere Water Lord be so arrogant?" Chen Kangbao couldn’t help retorting.

The petite woman replied with a tinkling laugh, clear and melodious, "The Water Lord is currently stationed at Yesan Lake. If your young master is really so capable, why doesn’t he go to Yesan Lake now and kill that Water Lord?"

"My young master has his own plans."

"Hmph, I’m afraid you’re just boasting sky-high, scared though!" the petite woman looked down scornfully.

"Junior Sister, quiet," the tall woman spoke up, her voice notably colder.

At that moment, Chen Kangbao felt a chill as if frost had descended in August.

This cold was piercing, chilling to the bone.

If to say, Zhi Frost’s cold merely nipped the skin, then this woman’s cold nipped both skin and bone.

Even from just her voice, one could feel it.

This made Qi Yuan marvel, realizing that this indeed was a supernatural world.

Back in Blue Star, he had heard alluring, clip-clop, juvenile, and mature female voices, but never such a physically ice-cold voice.

"Senior Sister..." the petite woman seemed aggrieved but dared not talk back to her senior sister, clearly in awe of her.

At this time, the tall woman looked at Qi Yuan, "If you truly aspire to slay the Water Lord, consider participating in the upcoming Artifact Refining Conference."

She extended the invitation, her voice still chilling enough to make one overlook the sun in the sky.

"Sure, I’ll go when I have time," Qi Yuan yawned.

He had been quite busy lately, and his sleep quality was not very good.

The petite woman looked at Qi Yuan with scorn, thinking he was just bluffing.

"Farewell," the frosty woman’s voice was like a pool of ice spring in a snowy mountain.

She led the petite woman away.

"Wait up, beautiful lady!" Qi Yuan called out.

The petite woman’s face flushed, "Rascal, how dare you address me like that?"

"You misunderstood; I wasn’t calling you. I was addressing the one beside you."

"You!" The petite woman was visibly upset, her face adorable under her veil.

"What do you wish to say?" the frosty woman asked politely, with a trace of detachment.

"I need a mount, and I think you... would be quite suitable. Would you like to be my mount?" Qi Yuan invited seriously, looking intently at the frosty woman.

The air suddenly grew silent.

Chen Kangbao couldn’t help but shiver.

The frostiness in the frosty woman’s eyes deepened.

"You’re saying... what!" the petite woman exploded like a landmine, nearly jumping up.

A mount, this person actually dared to say such things, insulting her senior sister.

"How about considering it? With five insurances and one housing fund, meals and accommodation provided, favorable treatment, vast promotion possibilities, and if you perform well, you could even be promoted from a mount to a bed-warming maid," Qi Yuan offered excellent terms.

These benefits, if offered on Blue Star, would probably attract college students in droves.

The frosty woman’s gaze remained cold; she did not respond but turned to leave.

Seeing this, the petite woman hurriedly followed.

"Oh dear, those two are so impolite! Not a word before they leave," Chen Kangbao felt aggrieved on Qi Yuan’s behalf.

"You, my friend, think too highly of others. In this world, someone with an EQ as high as mine is indeed a scarce resource."

Not far away, when the petite woman heard this, she nearly tripped, furious beyond belief.

About half an hour later, the petite woman sat on a boat, hands on her hips, "These two are really too much, not only arrogant and boastful but also blabbermouths. Am I not a beauty? Senior sister, if you hadn’t stopped me, I’d have hung them on fish hooks for fishing!"

"Why bother arguing with a madman," the frosty woman’s voice remained cold.

"A madman?" the petite woman was startled, then remembered, "Actually, two madmen?"

Thinking this, she felt speechless.

Being angry at madmen was utterly irrational.

The frosty woman’s voice carried a hint of doubt, "Looking at the direction they’re headed, it seems to be Kunling Ferry."

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