Chapter 143: Creation Green Lotus
As Yang Jian injected his magic power into the scoop net in his hand, he felt the force suddenly lighten.

The next moment, water splashed everywhere.

A fat carp was scooped up.

It jumped straight out of the scoop net and tried to dive into the water.

"Meow~"

The tabby cat nearby suddenly jumped over, held down the struggling carp with its claws, and opened its mouth to bite it.

Perhaps sensing that death was approaching, the carp's eyes revealed a rather spiritual fear.

It suddenly noticed Yang Jian next to it, and began to flap its tail towards Yang Jian, as if it wanted to ask Yang Jian to spare its life.

A fish has spirituality?
A hint of doubt suddenly flashed through Yang Jian's mind for no reason.

The huge force he felt when he was catching the fish just now was real.

Could this fish be some kind of monster?

Soon, as the cat tore its flesh, the carp's tumbling gradually weakened, until it finally stopped moving, lying straight on the ground, allowing the cat to gnaw on it.

Yang Jian was able to see that the blood oozing from the fish meat had a hint of golden color.

He then recalled the dragon roar he had heard inexplicably before.

Could it be that the carp in front of me is a real dragon?

He approached the water tank where the green lotus was planted, wanting to see how magical it was. It was clearly clear to the bottom with the naked eye, without a trace of debris, let alone a carp hidden in it.

He wanted to reach out and explore.

"Meow~"

A cat's meow suddenly sounded behind me.

Yang Jian turned around and found that the cat was looking at him suddenly, with a hint of warning in its eyes, as if warning him not to reach out.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill on his back. He was so curious that he completely forgot that there might be danger lurking in it.

He tentatively reached the scoop net into the water tank again, turned around to look at the cat, only to find that it was busy eating fish and was oblivious to Yang Jian's actions.

Yang Jian raised his eyes and looked at the old Taoist priest who was fiddling with the clay stove in front of him.

Perhaps the clay stove in front of him was too important, the old Taoist was so focused that he did not ask about Yang Jian's behavior.

Yang Jian made up his mind and decided to try whether his guess was true.

He stared at the water surface, trying to see what changes had taken place in it.

I was shocked to find that the scoop net was extended into the water, but there was no scoop net under the water surface.

Yang Jian stirred the scoop net in his hand, and when he felt resistance, he tried hard to pull the net out.

Just like last time, a force of resistance came from the other side of the scoop net again.

This time the opponent was weaker, and Yang Jian felt that he didn't even need to inject magic power to pull the guy out of the net.

The scoop net vibrated, and the water in front of my eyes surged again.

Yang Jian no longer had any doubts in his mind. It turned out that the splashing water was caused by the vibration of the scoop net pole close to the water surface, and it did not mean that there were fish under the water.

Where did that fish come from?

As Yang Jian was thinking about it, he exerted force with his hands and pulled the scoop net out of the water tank, dumping the contents onto the ground. A carp with incomplete scales was flapping helplessly on the ground.

The moment he saw Yang Jian clearly, his eyes first showed surprise, and then fear.

This guy knows him!

Yang Jian thought of it instantly.

It's a pity that he couldn't open the demon eye between his eyebrows at this moment, otherwise he would be able to use the supernatural power of the Nirvana Dharma Eye to identify the spirit and confirm the identity of the fish in front of him.

But this little information alone was enough for him to understand something.

He pulled up a familiar face in his net, and thinking about the dragon roars he had just heard, he was sure that this was a real dragon.

He only knows one real dragon!
That is Ao Bing, the third prince of the East China Sea.

"If you are Ao Bing, don't blink. If you are not, then blink. If you don't obey, I will roast you and eat you in a moment."

Yang Jian finished speaking.

Then he discovered that the little carp, which had been blinking and tumbling, suddenly lay flat, motionless, and its eyes, like a dead fish, did not even blink.

Oh! It turned out to be Ao Bing.

Yang Jian vaguely remembered that what was carved on the surface of the Kunlun Mirror was a green lotus in the water.

Only then did he realize that the green lotus engraved on the Kunlun Mirror was exactly the same as the green lotus in the water tank in front of him.

Could it be that Qinglian represents the primitive world? If so~!

Yang Jian's eyes lit up instantly.

In the classics of Jin'ao Island, there are many different speculations about the creation of the world.

Some say that Pangu created the world, while others say that the Green Lotus of Creation gave birth to the ancient world.

If the green lotus in front of me is the green lotus of creation.

The old Taoist's identity immediately became clear.

Apart from Taoist Hongjun, who else in this world has such magical powers to treat the ancient world as a potted plant and grow it in the yard.

Suddenly, Yang Jian suddenly found that there was no space in front of him, and he thought something was wrong.

When I looked up, the old Taoist priest who was fiddling with the clay stove in front of me disappeared without a trace.

He turned around hurriedly and saw the old Taoist looking at him gloomily, walking slowly towards him with a big axe in his hand.

"Senior, I... this..."

Yang Jian suddenly felt his tongue and teeth fighting each other. With his strong body, this shouldn't have happened. It was simply that the oppressive feeling brought by the old Taoist in front of him was too strong.

The old Taoist raised his arm slightly.

Yang Jian suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and each hair was like a steel needle.

But suddenly he realized that the Taoist priest was not going to chop him with the axe.

"Go to the corner and chop the firewood. It will be useful for making tea later. It's a good opportunity to try out the new stove that the Taoist priest has made."

The old Taoist handed over the axe handle.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked. At the base of the wall where the old Taoist pointed, there was a neatly stacked row of firewood.

Yang Jian hurriedly took the axe, as if he had been saved from a desperate situation, and his heart suddenly dropped to the ground.

He was just about to chop wood at the foot of the wall.

Suddenly I heard the old Taoist speak again: "Wait a minute."

Yang Jian turned around.

The old Taoist pointed at the Third Prince Ao Bing who was lying straight on the ground and said, "Throw the fish back. It is a life after all. Don't waste it."

Hearing this, Yang Jian picked up the carp on the ground and threw it into the water tank.

There was only the sound of splashing water, and the carp disappeared without a trace in an instant after it sank into the water.

The cat next to it finished eating half of the fish, burped with satisfaction, then picked up the rest of the fish and threw it into the water tank.

Then he walked with cat steps and accompanied the old Taoist back to the hut.

Yang Jian walked to the wall with the axe in his hand and wanted to pick up a piece of firewood, but found that he could hardly move it at all.

It seemed as if this piece of firewood was as heavy as a mountain. When I touched it, I found it to be extremely hard, as if it was made of fine iron, but it was much stronger than fine iron.

What is this!
Yang Jian sighed.

"This is the sacred tree of Dachun~"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from Yang Jian's mind.

It was Fairy Caixia.

Yang Jian looked excited and was about to say something.

"Don't talk, just listen. My attention is not on you right now, so I dared to speak. Don't reveal any clues. If you are discovered, I will be dead!"

Hear the words.

Yang Jian remained calm.

He just used all his strength to move a piece of firewood, stand it up, and then chop it down with the axe in his hand.

He originally thought that the firewood would be extremely hard, but when it met the axe, the axe was so powerful that it split it into two halves.

"The treasure tree of Emperor Donghua has turned into firewood. I think he died from this Axe of Creation, and even the Dachun sacred tree that he cherished like a treasure has turned into firewood in front of us!"

The voice of Fairy Caixia came slowly.

Each piece of information shocked Yang Jian's mind.

Emperor Donghua is the King of Dong.

He had just seen her at the Queen Mother of the West Temple not long ago, but he didn't expect to learn of her death in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)