Gou Zai Shen seeks immortality

The sun is like fire, baking the earth.

The clouds and mist are lingering on the Yanbo Lake, giving it the appearance of an immortal mansion.

The gentle breeze blew up the 'fairy energy' in the lake, but it still couldn't wipe away the heat brought by the scorching sun.

Even the people in Yanbo Lake became impetuous.

"Why haven't the fish taken the bait yet? It's so irritating!"

"It's been half a day and I've never caught a fish. Fellow Daoist Jia, do you have any secrets?"

"Tell me quickly, is it a problem with the bait? Did Fellow Daoist Jia use ground dragon worms? Let me teach you the secret recipe."

Seventeen or eight monks in Taoist robes gathered around the young Taoist holding a fishing rod and humbly asked for advice, glancing at the fish basket from time to time.

Twelve blue-scaled crucian carp lay unconscious in the fish basket. They were big or small, the smallest was two inches, and the largest was more than a foot.

Compared with the few fish baskets of others, the catch is very different.

It was their first time to come to Yanbo Lake. So far, no one except Jia Ren had caught two spiritual fish.

Jia Ren didn't even look back when asked for advice. There were too many similar questions and he was overwhelmed.

He stared intently at the floats and the emerald-green lake surface, without any distractions.

"If you want to fish, bait is the most important thing."

"The bait is an exclusive secret recipe, how can we teach it lightly?"

As expected, it was a matter of bait, and everyone's eyes were bright.

"How many sets of bait are you willing to sell, fellow Taoist?"

Someone asked tentatively, "The price is right and I don't mind spending a little bit of money."

"One broken spirit and ten pieces of bait."

Everyone's expressions changed, the price was too expensive.

The blue-scaled crucian carp is not a high-grade spiritual fish, its spiritual energy is weak, and it weighs enough to be sold for a piece of broken spirit.

Ten pieces of bait cannot guarantee how many spiritual fish will be caught. If you catch less spiritual fish, wouldn’t it be a loss-making business?

The adventure of coming to Yanbo Lake is not for fun, but to earn spiritual stones.

Everyone was displeased and looked at Jia Ren with unkind expressions.

"The price is too high! One broken spirit of the Earth Dragon Insect can be used as bait at least fifty times."

“It’s so expensive, it’s better to risk fishing in Yanbo Lake!”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stopped talking.

Everyone knows that fishing is the fastest, but only if someone dares to go there.

Otherwise, why bother fishing on the edge of Yanbo Lake?

There is a big demon in Yanbo Lake, which is known to all the casual cultivators. Few of the monks who entered Yanbo Lake in the early years could come out alive.

Fishing on the lake?

Taking the initiative to deliver food rations to the big demon is more than enough.

If it were not confirmed that there was no danger at Yanbo Lake, even the monks would not dare to come.

"Can you send me two pieces of bait for trial use?"

"Yes, if the effect is good, we will definitely buy it."

Jia Ren was perched under the shadow of a parasol, occasionally grabbing the fruit stuffed from his waist and taking a sip without answering.

His thoughts gradually drifted away as the floats floated on the calm lake.

Jia Ren is not from this world. He is over forty years old, has a net worth of tens of millions, and has lived a semi-retirement life ahead of schedule. In his spare time, he fishes, walks his dog, and raises birds, and his life is full of joy.

Life is all about living. If you can be comfortable, why bother yourself.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was transported to another world with a person with the same name.

At first, Jia Ren thought he was dreaming. After accepting the memory of the original owner, he had no choice but to accept reality.

In the past, when I read novels, movies, and played games, I also fantasized about traveling to a world of immortality and immortality, wielding a sword, and cutting off injustices in the world with a three-foot green blade.

Dreams are different from reality after all...

Especially after accepting the memory of the original owner, the figure of the immortal who was carefree and could move mountains and seas gradually faded away in his heart.

Immortals are immortals, and those who cultivate immortals are cultivators of immortals. The difference cannot be calculated by reason.

Immortal cultivators who want to become immortals are no more than idiots talking in their sleep.

The original owner started cultivating immortality at the age of fifteen and has just turned thirty. After fifteen years of cultivation, he is worthy of the third level of Qi training.

This has exceeded 50% of casual cultivators...

The road to spiritual practice is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The world of cultivating immortals is far more cruel than reality...

The monster hunting that Jia Ren engages in is even more dangerous, and several familiar faces will die every few years.

The first thing he did after his rebirth was to quit the demon hunting team. With his level of cultivation, he was still alive after three years of hunting demons. It was simply a miracle.

Change jobs?

How can a demon hunter who is only half-skilled in immortal cultivation skills such as formations, alchemy, weapon refining, and talisman making go to earn spiritual stones?

Demon hunting has brought him a wealth of knowledge. With his understanding of the outer reaches of the wilderness, Jia Ren found Yanbo Lake.

After a few days of testing, we confirmed that the shore of Yanbo Lake was safe and started fishing in advance.

During this period, the bait was continuously improved and more and more fish were caught.

Although it is a low-grade spiritual fish, it can't hold back a considerable number. With a stable catch every day, the income is not inferior to that of hunting low-level monsters.

Competition among casual cultivators was too fierce, and the good times did not last long. Since he took the spiritual fish he caught to Dahuangfang Market and sold it, he attracted followers the next day.

The casual cultivators were like flies that smelled of meat, and they all came to get a piece of the pie.

On the third day alone, more than thirty casual cultivators gathered at Yanbo Lake.

This is too curly...

"We need to change the way we earn spiritual stones."

The monks are a mixed bag, and their fishing skills and bait are both poor. Jia Ren’s daily catch is astonishing, and it will surely attract people’s envy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is common for people to kill people and seize treasures.

Yanbo Lake is located on the edge of the wilderness. Unlike Fang City, safety is not guaranteed.

Having absorbed the memory of the original owner and having more than seventy years of life experience in two lifetimes, he has never been afraid to speculate on people's hearts with the worst possible malice.

“The more people fish, the more profitable it is to sell fish bait.”

"It's safer."

It is not necessarily the miners who make money from gold mining, but the shovel sellers.

Relying on high-quality fishing bait, it is not difficult to earn spiritual stones from fishermen.

"A fish is taking the bait!"

Jia Ren changed his sitting position, kept the fishing rod horizontal, and shook the tail of the fishing rod gently to ensure that the fish was deeply hooked by the hook and avoid the possibility of decoupling.

The water on the lake was churning, causing Jia Ren to stagger. He quickly used his spiritual power to stabilize his body and rooted his feet to the ground to avoid being dragged into the Yanbo Lake.

Big fish!

Jia Ren loosened the fishing line, and when the enemy advanced, we retreated, and when the enemy retreated, we harassed him, and he began to walk the fish.

"Is there any big stuff?"

The casual cultivators who were still fishing put down their fishing gear and gathered around, with more than thirty pairs of eyes looking at the lake.

The water was churning, and a big blue fish more than three feet long could be vaguely seen tumbling.

"First-grade spiritual fish! Green jade carp!"

"The green jade carp that is more than three feet long weighs at least six kilograms and three spiritual stones!"

Everyone looked at Yanbo Lake with envy and jealousy, and their eyes became even hotter when they looked at Yanbo Lake.

After slipping the fish until it lost strength, Jia Ren decisively stopped the rod, and a sapphire-colored carp landed and rolled in the mud grass on the shore.

Jia Ren took out the black tooth sword, a low-grade magic weapon, from his storage bag, and knocked the green jade carp unconscious with the sword's spine.

Live fish are more expensive, but dead fish are worth less.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for catching a green jade carp!"

Three spiritual stones are a huge amount of income, which is enviable. The casual cultivators want to earn spiritual stones from fishing in Yanbo Lake more and more.

"Thanks to the good fortune of all fellow Taoists, I will give each of you a piece of bait as a gift."

Jia Ren did not forget the idea of ​​selling bait, and took the opportunity to distribute more than 30 baits for trial use and gain fame.

"Fellow Taoist is great!"

"We will also try bait that can catch green jade carp."

Those who see it have a share, and form a good relationship to prevent anyone from being jealous and doing unwise things.

"Fellow Taoists, this is the farewell. If you want to buy bait in the future, you can go to Fangshi, West District to find me."

Without waiting for the casual cultivator to reply, he walked against the wind and floated away.