After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

The snow that fell on the surface of the river melted, and the river carried away pieces of ice into the distance.

Yuchi already had a rough idea about some things.

First of all, these were artifact spirits.

He did not know exactly what kind of race artifact spirits were, or how they were different from the conventional understanding of the races of humans, elves, and beasts. However, he now knew why these weapons ended up on his fishing rod. It turned out that there were not regular weapons, but a special race. Moreover, this special race also possessed fragmented memories.

"According to the description I read, the dead soul I saw before should be a projection of the horse-chopping saber. In other words, artifact spirits might be a special race that relies on summoning this kind of projection to fight."

Yuchi flicked his wrist and a heavy two-meter-long horse-chopping saber appeared in his hand.

It weighed around fifty pounds.

It was quite wide and thick. On both sides of the blade, one could see bloody marks.

As Yuchi infused his Dao aura into it, a cloud of black gas appeared beside him, summoned by the artifact spirit. It was a black horse that was five meters tall.

The eyes of the horse were filled with the red flames of war. It was like an undead warhorse from the legends, and it emitted a terrifying aura.

Yuchi's warhorse possessed some basic intelligence, but was not particularly smart.

It was not particularly fast either, especially compared to Yuchi.

Apart from its imposing appearance, it was not really useful.

He got off the warhorse, put away the weapon, and the warhorse disappeared.

He once again stood at the edge of the cold river. Yuchi casually shook off the snow and water droplets on his body, then sat in the pavilion and stared deeply at the river in front of him, lost in thought.

…

The next day.

[Past difficulty: C]

Without any hesitation, Yuchi jumped into the river.

A dead soul appeared in front of him again, holding a rusty iron sword.

The moment the soul saw Yuchi, it immediately charged in his direction.

He slashed Yuchi's neck with his sword, separating his head from his body. Then, Yuchi's entire body shattered, leaving behind only the most basic particles. This dead soul still had no way to determine whether Yuchi was still alive or dead.

Yuchi's comprehension ability that surpassed the Dao realm allowed him to quickly sort out these chaotic memory fragments. Then, the scene started to play again.

Yesterday's location had been a street, but today's was much smaller. The scene played out in a small courtyard that was about ten square meters large.

There were a few children practicing martial arts in the small courtyard.

Each of them held a weapon in their hands. These children did not have actual faces, and were like silhouettes. As expected, the dead soul only knew these children existed, but not who they were. This rusty iron sword and its wielder were the most powerful existences in this courtyard. Yuchi remained at the side. He could clearly sense the excitement in the iron sword's heart.

Using the 24-hour cycle as a basis, the dead soul spent 20 hours cultivating happily. Then, in the next four hours, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside the courtyard. They raised their weapons and beheaded the children around them. The iron sword and the dead soul fought against the group of cruel people.

The result of the battle did not need to be stated. However, during the battle, Yuchi could sense the excitement and joy coming from the dead soul.

It was as if the deaths of those children did not matter. As long as the dead soul could display his strength and enjoy the battle, it was satisfied. It was not something that Yuchi had expected.

After Yuchi had destroyed the dead soul, he emerged from the river.

[Past: Hanjiang - Drunken-heart Sword]

[Difficulty: C]

[Race: Artifact Spirit]

,m [Technique: Addict]

[Introduction: A sword that is addicted to battle. The person who carries this sword will ignore the feelings of the people around him and utilize their full strength.]

Yuchi held the sword in his hand and played around with it a little.

After the technique was activated, Yuchi felt a warm current flow through his mind, driving him to keep fighting.

However, this sword's effect was completely unnecessary for Yuchi.

After all, he already loved fighting, and...

He was far crazier than the wielder of this sword had been.

There were already three weapons in his sea of consciousness.

These three weapons could be shattered into Heavenly Dao fragments and used to increase his own strength, but the level of these three weapons was really too low, and would really not increase his Dao aura by much.

It was better to leave these three weapons be. If he were to meet a fated person in the future, he could give these weapon spirits to others.

"The level of the iron sword is lower, so the memory fragments are much shorter than the horse-chopping saber."

Although the scene used a 24-hour cycle as the basis, in reality, the scene in the memory fragment of the horse-chopping saber had lasted around an hour, while the memory fragment scene of the iron sword had only lasted around ten minutes.

He now had another question.

Was the duration of the memory fragment correlated with the strength of the artifact spirit?

Yuchi was not sure about this just yet.

After these two incidents, he spent the next three months on the edge of the river.

During these three months, Yuchi encountered many, many artifact spirits. The types of artifacts varied too, ranging from sabers, spears, swords, halbers, and so on.

Every artifact had its own memory fragment.

Today, three months later, Yuchi was already able to answer the question he raised three months ago.

Yes, it was.

The duration of the memory fragment was directly correlated to the strength of the artifact spirit. The stronger the artifact spirit was, the greater the space he could explore within the memory fragments, and the longer the duration would be.

In the past three months, the most powerful artifact spirit that Yuchi had encountered was the S-grade.

Inside the S-grade artifact spirit's memory fragment, he could now see and explore a small town.

The duration of the memory fragment had almost reached a full day.

Right now, Yuchi's sea of consciousness contained dozens of weapons.

Unlike the previous techniques that were useless to him, some of these weapons actually had useful abilities.

Therefore, Yuchi did not shatter these weapons to increase his Dao aura.

His sea of consciousness was vast, and could even accommodate tens of missions of swords without batting an eyelid.

In any case, he might find other uses for them in the future.

It was truly a special race that even he was surprised by.

…

At the same time, within the angel race.

A conversation was taking place.

"Have you found the person I asked you to find?"

"I found him."

"Get someone to contact him to explain our intentions."

"Will he accept our invitation?"

"He's not a coward. He'll definitely come."

"Should I ask the Saintess to go over, then? She should be the best person."

"Sure."

After the conversation ended, the leader of the angel race, Yu Huaqing, sat back down on the throne calmly.

He stared at the sky above him.

"Yuchi, I'll send our Saintess to look for you. Don't disappoint us and go with her. I wonder how you'll perform in such a battle? Hehehe!"