17. If You Want to Eat Fish, Get It Yourself
Gong Yiling was transmigrating.
Well, although it was a fact, and strictly speaking, it was Gong Youwei who was transmigrating, not Gong Yiling, but she felt like she was transmigrating right now.
One moment, she was the disciple of a Daoist immortal, exuding an ethereal aura. The next, she was the disciple of a demonic sect leader who had crawled out of a sea of corpses, looking down on the world.
She switched between these two identities, constantly bombarded by their different philosophies.
Finally, the Daoist immortal and the demonic lord appeared before her simultaneously, demanding she choose one of them.
But I don’t want to choose either of you!!!
A person should live freely. This was her second life. Why should she be bound by someone else’s rules? That was so boring.
Finally, Miss Gong snapped and killed both the annoying figures in her mind—ahem, that was just a thought.
Before she could act, she smelled the aroma of grilled fish. Nothing could compare to a delicious meal when you were starving.
“Fish!!!”
Imagining she was already eating, Miss Gong leaped to her feet with a carp flip.
But when she woke up, she felt sore all over, as if she had run a marathon and then done hundreds of squats and frog jumps. She felt as heavy as a five-hundred-pound woman.
To make matters worse, she was really thirsty and hungry.
“Water… water…”
Before she could even take in her surroundings, she saw a gourd nearby and, with great effort, took a large swig.
Of course, she spat it all out.
This wasn’t water, it was wine!
“If you waste my precious wine again, I’ll hit you.”
A lazy male voice came from nearby. When Gong Yiling looked over, she saw a man sitting by a campfire, a large pool of water beside him, and a fish grilling on the fire.
The fish sizzled, its juices dripping, the tantalizing aroma making her mouth water.
“Did you save me…?”
Her memories before she blacked out were fragmented, but she vaguely recalled this uncle saving her.
As for how he did it, she had no idea.
“I just couldn’t stand seeing an old man bully a teenage girl.” The uncle’s attention was on the fish, not her.
“You don’t mind that I’m a demonic disciple?”
“So what? Do you have two extra hands or an extra head?” He answered nonchalantly, sprinkling seasoning on the fish.
It… was ready to eat!
And it looked absolutely delicious.
What a cool uncle. A true hidden master, a hermit swordsman. You’re my real dad!
But the next moment, the uncle picked up the grilled fish and was about to take a bite.
What!? Wasn’t that for her!?
“Wait!!!” In a panic, Miss Gong cried out, “Leave the fish!!!”
The man looked at her, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? The fish…?”
“Oh.” The uncle pointed at the fish. “The fish here are fresh and delicious, and this season is perfect for fishing. So, this cave is like my vacation home.”
He was about to take another bite, and Miss Gong cried out again, “Stop!!!!”
“What is it now?”
Miss Gong, unsure if he was doing this on purpose, could only mutter, “Um, can… can I have some?”
“Sure, if you want some, go fish for it yourself. The fishing rod is over there.”
A tick mark appeared on Gong Yiling’s forehead. “I’m talking about… the one in your hand.”
“The one in my hand?” The uncle looked at the grilled fish, then at Gong Yiling, and smiled, placing the fish back on the grill.
What… was he doing?
“Girl,” the uncle beckoned to her. “Are you feeling very heavy right now?”
“Yes, yes!” Miss Gong finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although it was a bit difficult, the uncle finally understood what she wanted him to do.
However, to her surprise, his next words were:
“You have hands and feet, and your internal injuries are healed. Why trouble a useless person like me?” The uncle reached out for the gourd at Gong Yiling’s feet. His movement seemed much slower than his earlier Sword Control Technique, but the gourd still flew into his hand.
“If you want this fish, get it yourself before it gets cold.”
Huh???
Get it herself?
Get it herself!!??
Please, uncle, don’t you see her current state? Although her internal injuries were healed, the overuse of her power had left her with severe aftereffects, a near-death experience.
Asking her to use her internal energy now was one thing, but asking her to… wait a minute.
Gong Yiling suddenly realized something.
If he was asking her to use her internal energy, could he mean… that?
She remembered his earlier action of retrieving the wine gourd.
If he was simply using the Sword Control Technique to get the gourd, his speed was too slow.
Yes, with his speed, it would have been a matter of seconds, not the long, drawn-out process it was.
There could only be one reason… he wanted her to learn and use the Sword Control Technique to get the fish.
Thinking of this, Gong Yiling looked at the silent, drinking uncle with a strange sense of affection.
Did he really think that just from those few seconds of demonstration, she could bypass the limitations of her cultivation technique and learn the supreme art of the Returning Heaven Sect, the Sword Control Immortal Art?
Heh.
If this was his challenge, then how could she refuse?
Since you want to see what I’m capable of, then let me show you… what a thousand transformations truly means!
