Chapter 109: Shadow Kill (1/2)

Chapter 109: Shadow Kill

Old Daoist lit a big fire, boiling the fish and Spirit Spring Water together without adding any other seasonings.

"You added a bunch of random seasonings to the fish before, covering its natural flavor," he remarked.

"Is it really that simple?" Wang Hong asked skeptically.

"Do you think the Great Dao is complicated? Understand the simplicity of the Dao?" Old Taoist replied.

Wang Hong nodded, half understanding.

Old Taoist casually cast several spells into the big pot, and the spiritual fire below burned fiercely. Standing beside it, Wang Hong could feel the heat.

However, the Spirit Spring Water inside the pot remained still, unaffected by the heat, with no trace of steam or Spirit Qi escaping.

After some time, Wang Hong noticed that although the water in the pot didn't boil, the small fish inside were slowly dissolving.

A quarter of an hour later, all the fish had dissolved, leaving behind a pot of clear Spirit Spring Water with no sign of fish meat, resembling pure water.

Still, there was no steam rising, and no aroma could be detected.

Old Taoist scooped out two bowls of fish soup from the pot, appearing identical to clear water, and placed them on a stone table.

"Is this fish soup?" Wang Hong looked at the two bowls of clear water with confusion.

Old Daoist ignored him, took out a Jade Box from his Storage Bag, sealed with a Talisman to prevent Spirit Qi loss.

Gently lifting the Talisman, he opened the box, revealing a small green onion inside.

Wang Hong murmured inwardly, "You, a revered Golden Core elder, are so cautious with this. I thought it was some earth-shattering treasure, but it turns out to be a small onion."

He carefully picked a small section of the onion leaves, immediately covered the box, and affixed the Talisman.

Then, he finely chopped the small onion leaves and evenly sprinkled them into the two bowls of clear fish soup.

"Senior, is that small onion really that precious?" Wang Hong asked.

After spending some time together, Wang Hong was no longer as fearful of Old Daoist as before. He found this dry elder to be approachable.

"You young lad, don't underestimate it. This is the Polar Small Cold Onion that has grown for over a thousand years in an extremely cold region. I acquired it at a great cost," Old Daoist said, revealing a hint of regret on his face.

"Oh, Senior, could you spare a small portion of the root for me?"

"You have good eyes. Even its roots, when added to Spirit Meal, enhance its effects compared to ordinary spirit onions. However, if you want some, you'll have to exchange it with your Spirit Spring Water," Old Daoist said.

Wang Hong promptly took out a bottle of Spirit Spring Water and handed it to Old Daoist.

This time, Old Daoist was more generous, directly plucking two inch-long roots from the small onion.

Wang Hong received the two root segments, imitating Old Daoist's actions. He placed them in a Jade Box, sealed it with a Talisman, and stored it in his Storage Bag.

By this time, Old Taoist was sitting by the stone table, sipping the clear soup slowly. After each sip, he would pause to savor the taste.