Deep into the night, by the banks of Crescent Lake.
A gentle breeze blew, chasing away the dry heat.
Chen Mu, as usual, cast his drunken bait into the lake, sitting on a large rock, patiently waiting.
"At this rate, the Dragon King might really come looking for me," Chen Mu thought mirthfully.
Ever since he concocted the drunken bait, countless fish had died by his hand, whether eaten, sold, or used to feed his Five Ghosts Bag.
"I've cultivated Shell Soul, if the Dragon King really comes… then I'll just have to grab my bucket and run."
"Hmm, dealing with a couple of shrimp soldiers and crab generals shouldn't be a problem."
With a thought, seven Divine Intent Diagrams emerged in his mind.
Chen Mu's whole body was immediately enveloped in jet black Soul Strength.
A sense of security and comfort instantly filled his entire body.
In just a short while, it was as if he had enjoyed a good sleep.
"No wonder they say Shell Soul can prolong life."
