The ripples from Old Zhang’s fall into Lake Obsidian spread far wider than the churning water that had nearly claid his life. The disgraced laborer was gone, his dismissal a stark reminder of the unforgiving nature of the sect. Workers were plentiful and easily replaced.
A new, palpable tension settled over the nial workers of the Aquatic Pens. The fear of the Iron-Skinned Piranhas was now a living thing, a monster lurking just beneath the dark surface of the westernmost lake. Everyone took extra caution while working around that particular lake.
For Li Yu, the aftermath brought a different kind of danger. He had earned a low-grade spirit stone and a mont of praise from Brother Chen, but he had also earned sothing far less desirable: scrutiny. Specifically, the quiet, contemplative gaze of Uncle Wei.
The old man never said a word but Li Yu felt the weight of his eyes on him constantly. When he was chopping Spirit Grass, he would catch Uncle Wei watching from the doorway of the storage shed, his expression unreadable. When he was hauling buckets of bait, he would see the old caretaker pausing in his own work, his gaze fixed on Li Yu’s small but steady fra.
The old man’s eyes were no longer filled with the simple grumpiness of a tired overseer. They now held a flicker of deep, searching curiosity, that chilled Li Yu to the bone.
Li Yu began to co to all kinds of conclusions on his own, paranoia taking hold of him. He began to obsess over the previous incident. The adrenaline of the mont could explain his quick thinking, but it couldn't fully explain the strength.
An ordinary, underfed eleven-year-old boy should not have been able to lift, let alone hurl, a bucket that weighed nearly a hundred pounds. It was a flaw in his performance, a crack in the mask of diocrity he had carefully constructed.
A cold sweat trickled down his back. He had been careless, blinded by the urgency of the situation. Now, he had to repair the damage.
From that day on, Li Yu’s performance at work changed. The quiet efficiency was replaced by a calculated clumsiness. When he lifted the heavy buckets, he would make sure to grunt and strain, his face contorted with effort.
He would stumble occasionally on the slick walkways, catching himself at the last mont with a theatrical gasp. He made his chopping motions less precise, sotis complaining under his breath about how heavy the chopper was, all within earshot of Uncle Wei. He was playing the part of a normal boy, a boy who had gotten lucky once due to a surge of desperate fear.
It was a delicate balance. He had to appear weak enough to be unremarkable but still competent enough to keep his position and avoid drawing a different kind of negative attention. Uncle Wei’s observations beca less frequent but Li Yu’s paranoia wouldn’t go away.
This newfound need for caution did not slow his cultivation; it only made him more ticulous. His nights were his sanctuary. Hidden in the reeds near Lake Obsidian, he would sink into a deep ditative state, the world of physical labor fading away to be replaced by a universe of spiritual energy.
The potent, ferocious Qi of the Iron-Skinned Piranhas was a powerful tonic. Guided by the ??Myriad Rivers Returning to the Sea Art??, he absorbed it relentlessly, his cultivation base growing deeper and more solid with each passing night.
The breakthrough to the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering had brought about significant changes. The ??Abyssal Leviathan Physique?? had moved past tempering his skin and bones and was now focused on his internal organs.
He could feel his heart beating with a slow, powerful rhythm, each pump sending a surge of vital, Qi-infused blood through his body. His lungs had a greater capacity and his digestive system could extract more energy from the ager food he was given. He was becoming a fortress from the inside out.
His spirit, the blood-red Koi, continued its slow evolution. The inch of growth was now more pronounced and its scales had a hard, gem-like quality to them. He felt that his connection to it was deepening. It was no longer just a tool for absorption but an extension of his own consciousness.
As his cultivation deepened, so did his understanding of the aquatic beasts around him. He began to spend his free monts not just cultivating but also observing. He would watch the way the outer disciples of the Beast Taming Hall managed the stocks.
They used special whistles to call certain fish and dicated baits to treat common illnesses. They were knowledgeable, but their thods were all treatnts instead of preventative. Li Yu’s thod was internal. He could feel what the beasts needed.
He started applying his knowledge in subtle ways. He noticed a school of Jade-Gilled Perch was lethargic because of a mineral deficiency. The next day, he made sure to dredge up mud from a part of the lake rich in that specific mineral and subtly mixed it into their feeding area.
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Within days, the perch was vibrant and healthy again. No one noticed his intervention; they only saw that the fish were thriving. He was becoming an invisible caretaker of the Aquatic Pens.
Three months after the piranha incident, a new crisis erged, one far more subtle and perplexing. It concerned the Azure-Finned Eels, a particularly valuable species of Level Two demonic beast kept in a separate, well-guarded pond.
Their flesh contained a unique essence that could help cultivators in the Qi Condensation Realm stabilize their foundations. They were a source of significant inco for the outer sect and Brother Chen’s primary responsibility.
And they were getting sick.
A strange, sapphire-blue fungus began to appear on their scales. They grew listless, refusing to eat even the most high-quality blood bait. Their value was plumting and the pressure on Brother Chen was imnse.
Disciples from the Beast Taming Hall were summoned, along with an alchemist who specialized in demonic beast illnesses. They tested the water, examined the eels, and tried a dozen different dicated foods, all to no avail. The fungus continued to spread.
Li Yu felt the eels' distress keenly. It was a feeling of constant, low-grade irritation. A wrongness in their very being. He extended his senses towards them, not to absorb their energy, but to diagnose their ailnt.
The problem wasn't a fungus and it wasn't a disease in the water. The blue sheen on their scales was a physical manifestation of their own spiritual energy turning against them. The root cause was their food.
He focused on the high-grade bait they were being fed. It was a special mix and he could sense a new ingredient, a fine shimring powder that was supposed to accelerate their growth. To most beasts, this mineral powder was a wonderful supplent. But Li Yu could feel the subtle, sharp energy signature of the mineral clashing violently with the gentle, fluid nature of the eels' own Qi. It was like feeding a fire with ice. It was slowly poisoning them from the inside out.
The answer was simple, yet without his abilities it would be hard to see. But how could he, a nial laborer, reveal such a thing? It was impossible. He needed to plant the seed of the idea in soone else's mind.
His eyes fell on Uncle Wei once more. The old man, despite the suspicion that Li Yu thought he had, had been fair to him. In fact it could be said that he was quite kind to Li Yu. More importantly, he was desperate. Brother Chen's rage over the failing eel stock was directed at everyone and Uncle Wei was bearing the brunt of it.
Li Yu formulated a plan. The next day, he made sure he was sweeping the walkway near where Uncle Wei was nding a net. Two disciples from the Beast Taming Hall walked past, their voices heavy with frustration.
"It makes no sense," one said. "The water is pure, and there are no signs of infection. It's as if they are rejecting their own energy."
"Elder Feng will have our heads if we lose this batch," the other lanted.
They walked on, oblivious to the small boy who had been listening intently. Li Yu waited a few monts, then walked over to Uncle Wei to begin his conversation.
“Uncle Wei, all the issues with the eels made
think of a mont back at ho with my father. My father fed eels he had just brought from the market to raise themselves. However, the eels weren’t doing well after a while. My father then realized that the eels didn’t take to the particular feed he was giving it, realizing that sothing about it conflicted with their own natural energy.” Li Yu said taking a pause.
“Perhaps there is sothing in the feed that is causing this sa issue here.”
Uncle Wei stopped what he was doing. The old man's hands, which had been deftly weaving the net, went still. He slowly turned his head and looked at Li Yu. The boy looked back at him with a weary smile and said “Maybe that’s not it at all here, sorry for bringing it up.” Li Yu quickly went back to sweeping.
For a long minute, there was only the sound of the broom scraping against the wood. Then, without a word, Uncle Wei dropped the net and walked briskly towards the bait storage shed.
Li Yu didn't dare to follow. He finished his sweeping and went about his other chores, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.
Two hours later, a commotion erupted from the direction of the eel pond. Brother Chen's voice, usually sharp with anger, was raised in surprise. Li Yu crept closer and saw Uncle Wei standing before the haughty disciple, holding a handful of the shimring mineral supplent. The old man was speaking in a low, urgent tone.
The next day, the eels were given a different diet, one free of the "growth supplent." Within three days, the blue fungus began to recede. Within a week, they were eating again, their movents becoming sleek and powerful once more.
The crisis was over. Brother Chen was ecstatic, and the disciples from the Beast Taming Hall were both relieved and deeply embarrassed for introducing it in the first place.
The official story was that Uncle Wei, through his years of experience, had a "gut feeling" about the new supplent and suggested removing it. The old man received a handso reward of ten spirit stones and a rare public comndation from Brother Chen.
That evening, as Li Yu sat in his hut, the wooden door creaked open. Uncle Wei stood in the doorway, his silhouette frad by the twilight. He stepped inside and placed sothing on the small table. It was a cloth pouch.
"You're a strange brat," the old man said but with a small smile on his face. He looked at Li Yu, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of feelings. "Whatever your secrets are, you keep them buried deep. The world is not a kind place for strange brats."
He turned and left, leaving the pouch on the table. Li Yu opened it. Inside were five low-grade spirit stones. Half of the old man's reward.
Li Yu looked at the spirit stones, then at the empty doorway. It would seem his paranoia was incorrect after all, Uncle Wei was actually a kind person. Li Yu had not only survived another incident at the sect but he had also gained an unlikely guardian.
Clutching the spirit stones, Li Yu felt the barrier to the Sixth Stage of the Body Tempering Realm tremble within him. His path was fraught with danger, but for the first ti, he felt he was not entirely alone.
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