[3] Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Ch 546: Fusion

Would there be people in that world?

Su Xiaolu felt terrified just thinking about it. If there were cultivators, how powerful would they be?

After the two worlds were completely fused, what chance did they have of winning against cultivators? It was still unknown if they would be at the mercy of others.

Or perhaps, there were no humans in that world.

After one night, the bait was placed again the next day. Not long after, the arowana took the bait.

With the fish taking the bait, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, this showed that the arowana did not have much intelligence.

He no longer took the bait. Perhaps he had smelled the blood of his own kind.

When he was killing, Gui You changed his method. He did not let them bleed out and directly pierced its heart and crushed it.

After changing to this method, he caught more arowana.

The cauldron did not stop, the spiritual liquid of the arowana was stored in a large vat.

When it was almost dark, he caught one. Seeing this arowana, An Lie broke down. He picked up the club and started beating it. Tears welled up in his eyes, and the wound on the tail of the arowana was glaring. He recognized it at a glance. This was the one.

After venting, he wiped his eyes and apologized to Gui You and Old Wu. "Grandmasters, I'm sorry. Not long ago, my father died because of this arowana. When I saw it again, I couldn't control myself."

Thinking of his father who had died in the sea, tears flickered in An Lie's eyes. Sometimes, heaven's will was like this. It was always unsatisfactory.

If only they could harvest arowana so easily back then.

Unfortunately, the father and son did not have such luck at that time.

Gui You and Old Wu looked at An Lie and did not say anything.

Gui You handed the sword to An Lie. "You do it."

At this point, no one could change what had already happened. This arowana was finally caught and An Lie killed it himself. It could be considered revenge, but it was also a form of psychological comfort.

An Lie stabbed the arowana to death and carried the arowana meat into the pot to vent his anger.

After putting away his fishing rod, An Lie sat quietly on the deck.

The sea breeze had long dried the tears on his face.

An Cheng walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and sat down beside him without saying anything.

They had caught a lot today, twice as much as yesterday.

An Cheng distributed the spiritual liquid to An Lie. An Lie did not touch it, so An Cheng drank it bottle by bottle.

This spiritual liquid contained a huge amount of energy. One would not feel hungry after drinking it, let alone after drinking so much.

When Su Xiaolu finished brewing the spiritual liquid, there were already hundreds of bottles.

Su Xiaolu took out the small stove and decided to extract and compress the spiritual liquid again.

She wanted to condense them into pills so that they could be stored better.

Old Wu drank some spiritual liquid and began to practice martial arts every day under Gui You's supervision.

An Lie had something on his mind, so it was much easier for him. His thoughts were not on him. He was like a wooden stake, standing still.