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

,m Yu Shengyun had returned to the angel race.

When she returned to the angel race, she did not tell the other members of the angel race about Yuchi's strange words.

She simply informed the higher-ups of the angel race and let them know that Yuchi had agreed to participate. That was enough. If she told Yu Huaqing, the leader of the angel race, about Yuchi's provocative words, who knew what would happen.

Yuchi's words had left her in a dilemma.

"It's so difficult to be a Saintess!"

Inside the luxurious palace of the angel race, Yu Huaqing was having a simple conversation with another elder.

The topic of the conversation was very simple.

The elder was surprised that Yuchi had really agreed to participate in the hunt. Yu Huaqing did not comment much on this.

He wanted Yuchi to feel isolated and helpless in this hunt, and experience the same despair Fan Yuhe did.

He wanted him to live in fear of being surrounded or backstabbed by others, and to have restless nights.

Yu Huaqing felt that Yuchi would definitely not be able to get through the hunt.

The angel race elder, on the other hand, had not even expected Yuchi to agree to participate and take the risk. Still, he also thought that Yuchi would not survive the hunt either/

In the end, the two of them drank wine indifferently, exuding the proud aura of a superior race. A mere human was not worth worrying about. He was just an entertaining sideshow.

…

Time passed by very quickly. Spring passed and autumn arrived. Flowers bloomed and withered. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, and it had been almost two years since Yuchi had arrived in Hanjiang.

During the past two years, the most powerful artifact spirit he had encountered was still below the Dao realm. Today was different. Although the catch difficulty of this artifact spirit was still C-grade, when Yuchi entered the artifact spirit's memory fragments, he was surprised to find that the artifact spirit had already reached the ninth-grade of the Dao realm.

A ninth-grade Dao realm artifact spirit!

Yuchi used the same method as before.

After faking his death, his consciousness wandered around within the artifact spirit's memory fragment.

He saw an endless mountain range full of peach flowers. At the end of the mountain range was a mirror lake.

At the edge of the lake, there was a dead soul holding a flowery sword and dancing, and beside this dead soul sat another dead soul.

Amidst the beautiful surroundings, a woman was dancing. Beside her, a man was sitting under a tree with a smile on his face.

Of course, another sword could be seen beside the man.

The man himself was not important in this memory. What was important was the sword he held in his arms.

As Yuchi floated beside the two figures and quietly watched the dance, a voice spoke into his ear.

"Who are you? You're still alive!"

Yuchi's gaze immediately fell on the man who was sitting on the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to the sword and replied, "You can see me."

The man's voice sounded a little rough.

"I can't see you, but I can sense you."

"Is that so? This is rare. I've never spoken to an artifact spirit before."

None of the artifact spirits he had encountered in the past were capable of conscious thought. They just mindlessly attacked him on sight.

Since that was the case, his body quickly reformed and appeared beside the mirror lake.

As soon as his body appeared, the woman who was dancing by the mirror lake stopped what she was doing.

The woman focused her gaze on Yuchi.

Amazing!

There were actually two conscious artifact spirits here...

Good things truly did come in pairs.

"Tao Yao," the man said to the woman, "Don't attack this man yet. I have something to ask him."

"Qing Zhu, do as you please," Tao Yao replied.

The man's name was Qing Zhu, and the woman's name was Tao Yao. After Tao Yao finished speaking, she stood beside the mirror lake again. She looked at her own shadow in the mirror lake and stood there quietly, as if she was thinking about something.

Yuchi did not say anything. He glanced at Tao Yao out of the corners of his eyes and waited for the man's question.

The man slowly got up and walked toward Yuchi step by step.

The man's body was already blurry and indistinct. Only the green bamboo sword in his arms was still shining.

The green bamboo sword was the man's true body, and the man's figure was probably a simple projection.

"What year is this?"

"I don't know, but I am sure that it's not the year when you were alive. You're already a dead man."

"I'm indeed dead and know as much, but I want to know how many years have passed since I died."

"I still don't know, but I'm certain that it's been a long time since you died. If any of the members of your race are still alive, they might be terrifyingly powerful, or on the brink of extinction."

This was how the world was.

Time would continue to move forward.

When a person died, their time would stop, but the time of the world around them would go on.

The man was silent for a long time.

"I am aware that I'm no match for you, even if I join forces with Tao Yao."

"Still, I would like to make a presumptuous request."

"Is that okay?"

He looked at Yuchi.

He did not know how Yuchi managed to enter this shared memory fragment between him and Tao Yao, nor did he know who Yuchi was. However, after he found out that there were no traces of their existence in the outside world, he was somewhat dejected.

"Go ahead," Yuchi said without hesitation.

"I hope that Senior can help me go to a place to pay my respects."

"Actually, there are two places, one for me, and the other for Tao Yao."

"The way to pay respects is very simple…"

"Pluck two leaves from the nearest tree and place them in front of their graves. That will be enough to show our gratitude to our host bodies."

Yuchi did not agree immediately and instead raised his own question.

Hearing his inquiry, the man gave him a brief description of the artifact spirit race.

…

Artifact spirits were living beings.

Take the human race for example.

After forging weapons, human beings would constantly cultivate and merge their will with the weapons.

After their will entered the weapon, one could comprehend all kinds of high-level techniques, while the original human body would be completely reduced to a body controlled by the weapon.

Therefore, from that perspective, the artifact spirit and the host were the same person.

However, after a long time, the weapon spirit's soul would take over, and the host would become a walking corpse. All of the actions of the host body would be determined by the weapon spirit itself.

This man named Qing Zhu, when he asked Yuchi to pay respects to their host, he was actually paying respects to their former bodies, their bodies that had once been flesh and blood. The reason why he did this was simply out of reminiscence.

Their bodies were dead, so the artifact spirits themselves were useless.

Although they were alive, they could no longer move. It was as if their souls were anchored to this mountain range. Other than living out a quiet life in this memory fragment, they could do nothing else.

Could this be considered eternal life?

Perhaps…

But it was a very warped version of eternal life.