Dao Of The Salted Fish (Salted Fish Cultivator)

48. In which Sun Fuyu gets head pats (oh, and he also fights and advances)

When the actual meeting time approached, Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu left the demonic enclosure.

Wang Li Wei was waiting for them just outside, his back towards them. He immediately turned upon hearing them exit.

“I hope you didn’t wait too long,” Wen Zhihao said politely.

“I waited a long time!! What were you even doing in there?” Wang Li Wei retorted.

Wen Zhihao shook his head at this unruly bear child. “In that case, we’ll use the training field here.”

“You mean where the demonic beasts train?” Wang Li Wei said disdainfully.

“What, are you scared?” Sun Fuyu drawled back. “Their training field is not as flat as usual fields, with a lot of obstacles. In such a place, wouldn’t a duel really show off one’s strength and ability?”

“Fine! Let’s fight!”

Wen Zhihao: “...”
Aiya, who knew there was someone even more gullible than Xiao Yu!

So the three of them went to the demonic beasts’ training field. Sun Fuyu and Wang Li Wei stood on either end, like Pokemon at the start of a battle. Wen Zhihao stood on the side, at the center. He felt like a gym referee when he announced, “Daoist Sun Fuyu versus Daoist Wang Li Wei. The rules are, no killing, no permanent injuries allowed! Let the battle begin!”

The two of them immediately rushed towards each other.

Wen Zhihao took out a chair from his spatial storage and sat down. While it made him uncomfortable to think that Sun Fuyu might get hurt (and er, that Wang Li Wei might get hurt), he had to trust in Sun Fuyu’s ability. He also hoped that this would help Wang Li Wei let out more of his aggression, making him more receptive to cat-therapy.

Sun Fuyu could feel Wen Zhihao watching, and that fired up his energy. In a flash, he drew his sword. He and Wang Li Wei clashed in mid-air, the meeting of their swords making a loud shockwave. Sun Fuyu gritted his teeth as the pain rippled down his arm. The pressure forced him to jump back to avoid further injury. So this was the strength of a Golden Core cultivator!

Sun Fuyu’s every breath drew in more and more qi, circulating it to heal and strengthen his body the same way Wen-ge did it.

Wang Li Wei propelled himself at Sun Fuyu, his blade slashing multiple times. Qi formed nasty blades that shot towards him. Sun Fuyu jumped, rolling mid air. With a brief switch of his qi, the sword flew separate from him, fast as an arrow towards Wang Li Wei. Swords clashed again and again as the two cultivators flew around, their robes gloriously golden, their long black hair always remaining elegant in the wind.

The qi surrounding the two of them was very violent, but around Wen Zhihao it was calm.

Was it just Wen Zhihao’s brain, or did Sun Fuyu’s moves look extra beautiful? In the naturalistic-like training field, with the sun climbing in the sky, the battle between them looked stunning even from Wen Zhihao’s “fixed-point camera” view. His eyes were able to capture all the quick movements without blurs or afterimages, and feeling the qi movement added an extra layer to the battle that could not be achieved by all the xianxia dramas he had watched back on 21st-century Earth.

Wen Zhihao amused himself. Wouldn’t it be funny if he could film xianxia dramas here and somehow send them back to 21st-century Earth? After all, there had to be a way to move between worlds because he had literally done it. He was sure that his life on Earth wasn’t a dream and his life here wasn’t a dream either because both were too complicated for him to ever make up. Though, perhaps carrying tangible items like cameras across worlds was more complicated than moving “souls” (whatever they were) across worlds? He was only transmigrated, not isekai’ed...