Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Time flows by like water.

The rising sun painted the river surface with a layer of scattered gold.

Zhou Baoqing was initially full of anticipation, staring at the buoy on the water's surface.

But after more than half an hour, the float remained motionless, like a stabilizing needle.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared, and he quickly lifted his fishing rod to check.

With a few splashes, the fishhook broke through the water, and the Crimson Blood Pill wrapped on it remained intact in its original place.

Clearly, his fishing skills were mediocre; the commotion not only failed to attract any fish, but also scared away any aquatic creatures that might have approached.

In contrast, the younger Zhao Yuanqiu was more composed than Zhou Baoqing.

He held the fishing rod, staring intently at the water, motionless.

Zhou Baoqing had no choice but to continue fishing.

Let's just treat this as a chance to get some fresh air and enjoy the scenery!

Thinking about it this way, my mind became more open.

A gentle breeze blows across the river, and distant mountains appear and disappear in the mist. Occasionally, a few snow-white birds glide leisurely across the clouds.

It actually gave me a rather comfortable and relaxing feeling.

He suddenly felt that lying quietly and resting for a while was much more comfortable than spending all day burying himself in drawing talismans and deducing formations.

The atmosphere was serene and tranquil, a truly refreshing experience.

Bathed in this scenery, the last bit of restlessness in my heart completely faded away.

He simply propped his fishing rod up on the wooden trough on the side of the boat, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and silently circulated his internal energy.

They practiced like this for about half an hour.

Just as I was about to lift the fishing rod again to change to a different water level, the float on the surface of the water suddenly sank!

That wasn't a small fish tentatively nibbling; instead, it suddenly plunged into the water with a "whoosh," completely disappearing beneath the surface!

Zhou Baoqing quickly grabbed the fishing rod.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce force suddenly came through the fishing line.

Caught off guard, he suddenly felt the fishing rod in his hand become incredibly heavy.

The flexible rod tip was pulled sharply downwards, bending violently and drawing a full moon arc in mid-air.

"Big thing!"

Zhou Baoqing's pupils contracted, and his heart pounded wildly.

He leaned back, gripped the pole tightly with both hands, and pulled it backward sharply.

The underwater thing, however, possessed astonishing power.

Instead of pulling it out of the water, the force caused Zhou Baoqing to stumble forward.

"Cousin, be careful!"

Zhao Yuanqiu, who was standing nearby, was so frightened that she cried out in alarm. She immediately dropped her fishing rod and rushed forward to hug Zhou Baoqing tightly around the waist.

Zhou Baoqing never expected that Zhao Yuanqiu, with such an introverted personality, would rush forward to protect him without hesitation in a moment of crisis.

"I'm fine, Yuanqiu. Move aside, or you'll get dragged into the water."

Zhao Yuanqiu stubbornly shook her head, refusing to let go: "No! If my cousin falls, my grandfather will scold me to death! I'll hold you, cousin, pull me with all your might!"

His face was resolute: "We'll live and die together!"

Zhou Baoqing didn't really want to ruin the atmosphere, but he had to say it, "No, if you hold me, I can't pull myself together."

"Oh, okay." Zhao Yuanqiu released his hand, feeling embarrassed.

Their commotion had already attracted the attention of many anglers in the vicinity.

"Wow, that little kid's got a big one!"

"Good heavens, that pulling force... could it be a spirit fish?"

Several enthusiastic anglers had already rowed over in their wooden boats, watching with great interest and ready to lend a hand to prevent the two teenagers from being dragged into the river by the fish.

Zhou Baoqing was less worried about encountering any danger, since he still had a talisman on his waist.

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpened, and he focused intently on dealing with the large underwater creature.

The fishing techniques that Pan Jiang had taught him flashed through his mind.

"Avoid arrogance and impatience, avoid forcing things, maintain a balance between tension and relaxation, and use the strategy of letting go to lure the prey."

Zhou Baoqing stood on the deck like an old tree with gnarled roots, gripping the rod tightly with both hands, and began to methodically play the fish.

The thing underwater was incredibly strong, sometimes desperately diving into the deep water, and sometimes wildly darting left and right.

If it charges aggressively, Zhou Baoqing will smoothly lower the rod tip slightly to dissipate most of the force, never engaging in a head-on collision.

Once it was tired from struggling and its movements slowed down, Zhou Baoqing suddenly pulled back with all his might, using the powerful waist force of the fishing rod to drag it back.

This alternating tension and relaxation lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The underwater creature gradually became exhausted, and amidst the rolling waves, a dazzling silver sheen of scales shimmered in the water.

The fish would occasionally reveal its broad back, and its powerful tail fin would slap out, creating huge splashes of water.

"Great opportunity, it's turned white!" shouted an old angler watching from the sidelines.

Taking advantage of the moment when the large fish was exhausted and turned its white belly up, Zhou Baoqing quickly raised the fishing rod and pulled it out of the water.

"Yuen Qiu, net bag!"

"Um!"

Zhao Yuanqiu grabbed the landing net from the side of the boat and scooped it up precisely from bottom to top.

"Splash!"

Water splashed everywhere.

The heavy net was lifted onto the awning boat and slammed onto the deck with a dull thud.

Zhou Baoqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked closely.

This is a first-tier, first-grade silver-striped spirit perch, with a slender and robust body, and scales that look like they've been cast in silver. Even after leaving the water, it still struggles fiercely.

Judging by its size, it must weigh around 20 kilograms!

Looking at the large, lively fish, Zhao Yuanqiu exclaimed, "What a big fish! We've caught a big one!"

The shock he had just felt had completely vanished, replaced by pure admiration and excitement on his face.

Zhou Baoqing was also extremely excited.

The blue-scaled fish at home, when fully grown, weigh only about ten pounds, and cost about twenty-five spirit crystals each in the market.

This top-grade silver-striped perch is not only twice the weight of the blue-scaled fish, but it is also a wild spirit fish, making it even more nourishing and beloved by diners.

If we sell it to Zuixianlou, we might get sixty or seventy spirit crystals for it!

After the thrilling game came an indescribable sense of accomplishment. At that moment, Zhou Baoqing discovered that he had fallen in love with fishing!

The surrounding anglers were also extremely amazed.

They fished for half a day, but their catch was less than that of the two children. Could this be the luck of beginners?

They all praised it.

The old man in brocade robes manipulated water, which transformed into a hand that retrieved the fishing rod that Zhao Yuanqiu had dropped.

"Thank you, Grandpa," Zhao Yuanqiu said gratefully.

"Haha, it's no big deal."

The old man had a gentle face and was very fond of Zhao Yuanqiu. In times of danger, the child's first reaction was to protect his loved ones, which showed that he was kind-hearted.

Just as everyone was praising the silver-striped perch, a white wave suddenly broke through the surface of the river in the distance.

"Grandpa Pan is back!" Zhao Yuanqiu exclaimed with sharp eyes.

Pan Jiang leaped and landed steadily on the deck, while the old turtle in his fish basket struggled to climb out!

The turtle's head was incredibly ferocious, with sharp, menacing eyes and teeth like barbs, and it even spoke human language:

"I am willing to serve as your mount and will never take another life. Please spare me this time!"

The surrounding anglers, whose skills were mediocre, had long since scattered in fear, urging their small boats to flee far away.

Zhao Yuanqiu's face turned pale as she clutched her cousin's clothes.

A wave of pungent, fishy odor hit him in the face, making Zhou Baoqing hold his breath and frown.

This old turtle is clearly a powerful and accomplished demon beast!