Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Song Chuan simply took out a pile of gold and silver and said to the middle-aged man:

"Brother, I'm in a hurry to get to Daicheng. How about I use this gold and silver to compensate you for your fishing losses?"

When the middle-aged man saw that Song Chuan had taken out so much gold and silver, he was startled and at a loss for what to do.

Just then, the old man standing nearby suddenly spoke up, "Yang Cheng, we'll take this job. You'd better pack up and stop fishing."

Seeing that his father had spoken, the middle-aged man happily accepted the gold and silver and said to Song Chuan, "Then brother, go and rest in the cabin first. We'll set off in a quarter of an hour."

"In that case, I'll trouble you." Song Chuan smiled and turned to go into the cabin.

The old man pulled the middle-aged man aside and whispered in his ear:

"This person is going on a long journey without even a bundle, and he's so generous; he's definitely not an ordinary person. We must be careful not to offend him on the road!"

The middle-aged man chuckled: "Maybe he's some rich young master who ran away from home. We could push him into the water halfway there, and no one would even know."

The old man slapped his head hard, his face full of anger:

"You know nothing. No wonder you can't even find a wife. This guy doesn't even have any clothes on him, and he pulled all this gold and silver out of nowhere. He might be a legendary immortal master."

The middle-aged man exclaimed in shock, "A Celestial Master?" Looking at the gold and silver in his hand, he added, "Should we return the money to him?"

The old man retorted angrily, "You idiot! We know nothing. Just keep the money and obediently escort him to Daicheng. We won't ask or know anything else."

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and said, "I know, Dad. Don't worry, I was just joking. I wouldn't want to part with so much money. Now I can finally get a wife, right?"

The old man sighed, ignored him, and began to get to work.

Song Chuan, inside the cabin, opened his divine sense and heard the conversation between the two clearly.

He shook his head, preparing to refine the Black Horn Hammer and Flowing Light Halo on the way after the ship set sail.

Both of these are mid-level magic artifacts, which are quite important to Song Chuan.

Magical artifacts in the cultivation world are divided into four grades: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and top grade.

High-grade and top-grade magic artifacts are only available to cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage and Foundation Establishment stage. For ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, owning even one mid-grade magic artifact is already quite valuable.

As mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators from a Foundation Establishment family, their parents also possessed mid-grade magic artifacts as their most prized possessions.

Most independent cultivators outside use talismans; low-grade magical artifacts are very rare.

As for refining magical artifacts, cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining lack divine sense, so even if they possess magical artifacts, they can only use them with difficulty, and they are easily taken away by others in battles.

To fully refine a magical artifact, one must imprint one's divine consciousness onto it, so that the artifact can be used as one's own arm.

He touched the bead in his arms again, wondering what difference it would make if he refined it with his divine sense.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea, because the rich earth elemental energy inside could very likely severely damage his spiritual sense.

He needs to maintain peak performance at all times to deal with unexpected events, so he can't be careless.

A moment later, the middle-aged man entered the cabin, his face extremely respectful, and said:

"Sir, we can depart now. Would you like to order some fish rice?"

Qi-refining cultivators cannot abstain from grains.

Most family cultivators like Song Chuan eat spirit rice and spirit vegetables grown by the family's spirit farmers.

But even if he doesn't eat for a few days, he won't starve to death.

However, to avoid seeming too strange to the father and son, he nodded and said:

"One meal a day is sufficient. Also, unless it's absolutely necessary, please ask that you and your father-in-law not enter the cabin; I prefer a quieter environment."

"Understood, sir. You can rest well." The middle-aged man readily agreed and hurriedly left the cabin.

However, just as the ship set sail, Song Chuan suddenly appeared outside the ship.

The old man and the middle-aged man were startled. The old man said, "Sir, just call out if you need anything."

Song Chuan shook his head and looked up at the northeast.

With his sharp eyesight, he was the first to spot a long "white line" sweeping across the area.

There was a faint golden edge on the white line, I don't know if it was from the sunlight or from its own body.

The "white line" moved extremely fast, getting closer and closer in the blink of an eye.

The lake water was churned up several meters high, resembling a wall of water, creating a spectacular sight between the water and the sky.

The "white line" surged for a moment before the old man and the middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "The golden salmon is here!"

The townspeople on the shore immediately stirred, shouting, "They're here! They're here!"

As the "white line" got closer, it became clear that it was caused by a group of large fish swimming wildly underwater, creating splashes.

Some large fish leaped out of the water, flipped over, and plunged back in. Golden spots could be faintly seen on their bodies.

The fish bypassed the boats and swam straight to the shallow water near the shore.

Some fish even capsized onto the boat, much to the delight of the old man and the middle-aged man.

Song Chuan saw that most of the fish were covered in wounds and had lost their scales.

These fish, though large, were skinny and bony, with missing teeth, making them look quite ferocious.

They became like this because their journey back from the East China Sea was extremely long.

In order to return before the breeding season, they don't eat or drink along the way, gradually making their bodies thin and long so that they can move faster.

This type of fish only has this one chance to reproduce in its lifetime.

It is said that when they gather and migrate, it is also a feast for the sea monsters.

Fish that manage to return safely have all gone through various hardships and dangers.

Song Chuan frowned slightly.

He sensed the presence of a cultivator behind the school of fish!

On the shore, someone was still shouting, "Don't move! Let those wild creatures eat and drink their fill first! Anyone who disobeys will be chased out!"

The old man glanced at Song Chuan's expression and assumed that Song Chuan was wondering why the wild animals should be allowed to eat first.

He explained, "Sir, these wild creatures are just waiting for this meal. They need to lay eggs and survive, otherwise, how can the hunters collect eggs later? Besides, how much can they eat if they're allowed to eat freely?"

Although Song Chuan was listening to his father-in-law speak, he was focused entirely on the area behind the school of fish.

"Those black bears were supposed to finish their hibernation in the spring and were just waiting for this opportunity to fatten up. The golden salmon are too late now; I wonder how many of them have starved to death," the old man sighed.

Song Chuan nodded absentmindedly, but secretly became more vigilant. Sure enough, there were two cultivators!

He sensed them carefully and found they were all at the second or third level of Qi Refining. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Before long, the birds and animals had eaten their fill and left. The townspeople then grabbed nets, basins, and other tools and swarmed in.

The fishing boats also set sail and cast their large nets.

Just then, a small boat broke through the water and slowly approached from behind the school of fish.

Two men stood on the boat: one with a large head and fair complexion, dressed in a black shirt and shorts; the other, handsome and dashing, dressed in flowing white robes. Both were around thirty years old.

The moment these two appeared, they attracted the attention and whispers of the townspeople.

In particular, some people noticed that the boat they were standing on was moving automatically without oars, which surprised and puzzled them.

But the two of them paid no attention to the expressions and behavior of the others, and just stared intently at the fish underwater.

The man in white glanced at the townspeople, smiled slightly, and his expression was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a crumpled talisman appeared in his hand.

He threw the talisman into the water, and a loud "bang" echoed across the surface.

The water splashed two or three meters high, carrying with it hundreds of pieces of golden salmon meat that had been blown to pieces.

Two already dilapidated fishing boats were affected and cracked open with a series of "cracks".

The townspeople who were nearby were splashed with water and the bright red roe from the golden salmon's belly.

Apart from a few cries of "Ouch!", everyone else fell silent instantly, staring at the man in white with lingering fear.

Song Chuan stood on the boat, his eyes slightly narrowed.