He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

He Qiang's voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roar.

He looked down at the dead fish on the ground, its white belly turned up, and his whole body trembled.

Yang Guang's lips twitched again as he looked at He Qiang's appearance.

No!

You have to hold it in.

I'm afraid that if I provoke him further, something might go wrong.

But why can't I resist?

"Hahaha... Hey bro, I wasn't laughing at you, I just thought of something funny, hahaha..."

He Qiang's face turned completely black, and then he let out a deafening roar.

"ah!!!"

Then this guy jumped right into the river.

Water splashed.

He Qiang's soul plunged into the river and disappeared instantly.

Yang Guang's smile froze on his face instantly.

"Holy crap?"

Chu Sheng was also stunned.

Er Lengzi sprang up from the ground, his heterochromatic eyes wide open.

On the river embankment.

The principal panicked: "Holy crap, Master Yang, you have to get him out of there right now!"

"If something happens to him, how am I supposed to explain it to my wife?"

"I don't even have a balcony to sleep on anymore!"

Yang Guang was also getting anxious. What was wrong with He Qiang?

Did he jump into the river after catching a dead fish?

Your mental fortitude is really poor.

Isn't it normal for anglers to be shorted by the air force?

As for?

Yang Guang had already raised his leg, ready to kick Er Lengzi down.

But at that moment, a huge splash of water suddenly erupted from the river surface.

He Qiang's soul emerged from underwater.

He was soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead, looking like a drowned rat.

But the most crucial thing is...

He was holding something tightly in his right hand.

To be precise.

It was holding a water ghost by the scruff of its neck!

It's like carrying a baby chick.

The water ghost looked to be in its early twenties, wearing a set of clothes that had been soaked and ruined, with a bluish-black face and purple lips.

His entire body exuded a strong aura of yin and resentment.

It looks like an old water ghost that has been dead for many years.

But at the moment.

This old water ghost, filled with resentment, was being held in mid-air by He Qiang's hand, its limbs kicking wildly, trembling with fear.

Yang Guang was completely dumbfounded.

"???"

Chu Sheng was also stunned.

Er Lengzi's mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

He Qiang threw the water ghost onto the riverbank.

"Snapped!"

The water ghost slammed solidly onto the gravel, wincing in pain.

He Qiang stood there, soaking wet, his chest heaving violently, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at the water ghost on the ground.

"Do you know I've been fishing for five days straight, and haven't caught a single fish in five whole days?"

"We finally managed to get one, but it still died!"

"So it was you who did all this behind the scenes, wasn't you?"

The water ghost cowered on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

He looked up at He Qiang's distorted face and felt the resentment emanating from He Qiang that was even stronger than his own.

The water ghost's lips trembled twice.

Oh shit.

Why is the resentment on this yang spirit even stronger than mine?

The resentment of the air force over the past five days was even stronger than the resentment he had accumulated over the past ten years since his death.

Is this reasonable?

The water ghost felt this was unreasonable, but he dared not speak, because He Qiang's expression showed he really wanted to kill him!

He's already died once.

If I die again, my soul will truly be scattered to the winds.

Yang Guang stood to the side, watching this scene, his lips twitching wildly.

Good guy.

He's really seen something new today.

A yang spirit jumped into the river, not only grabbing a water ghost with its bare hands, but also scaring the water ghost so much that it trembled with fear.

The water ghost was stunned by the resentment of a fisherman; no one would believe this even in a supernatural novel!

He Qiang stared at the water ghost that was trembling with fear, his chest heaving violently.

Without saying a word, He Qiang kicked him.

The kick landed squarely on the water ghost's stomach.

The water ghost's spirit was kicked and rolled twice on the gravel ground, letting out a shrill scream.

He Qiang chased after him and kicked him again.

"You tricked me!"

"You've ruined my Air Force!"

"Five days! A full five days! I haven't even seen a single fish scale!"

"Do you even know how I've spent the last five days?!"

"I'll fucking beat you to death!"

The water ghost was kicked and rolled on the ground, its bluish-black face contorted in pain.

He wanted to run away.

But He Qiang's resentment was so strong that it made him unable to move at all.

The resentment of the air force over five days is more intense than that of a vengeful ghost over ten years.

This is totally illogical!

The water ghost curled up on the ground, clutching its head, and let out a pitiful wail: "Big Brother!"

"Big brother, I was wrong!"

"I'll never do it again!"

"Stop hitting me!"

"If you hit me again, we'll break up!"

He Qiang ignored him; he had only one thought on his mind.

Kill this bastard!

Others who go fishing and come back empty-handed usually only last a day before packing up.

What about him?

Five days!

And it was caught while the user was in a spirit state!

They even skipped eating and sleeping, fishing 24/7 and still caught nothing!

Finally, after much effort, I caught one, but it turned out to be a dead fish!

Anyone would go crazy if this happened to them.

He Qiang punched the water ghost in the back again.

"I was wrong, brother!"

The water ghost cried its heart out: "I was so wrong!"

"I just want to find a substitute to reincarnate into!"

"I didn't know you were this strong!"

"If I'd known you were this ruthless, I would never have dared to touch your fish!"

He Qiang stomped on the water ghost's head, gritting his teeth: "You not only touched my fish!"

"You even chased all my fish away!"

"Five days! Not a single one!"

"Do you know what this means to a fisherman?"

The water ghost cried even louder: "I know!"

"I know!"

"I'll never do it again!"

"Big brother, please spare me!"

"I've been dead for over ten years!"

"I never enjoyed a single day of happiness while I was alive!"

"It didn't stop even after he died!"

"Just ignore me and let me go!"

Yang Guang stood to the side, his hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he watched the scene unfold.

Gee tut.

A yang spirit beat up an old water ghost.

This scene is really a bit beyond what's acceptable.

Chu Sheng stood next to Yang Guang, his hands clasped together, and said with a sigh, "Brother Guang, in all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen a water ghost being rubbed into the ground by the soul of a living person."

"Is this benefactor perhaps a fishing god of war?"

Er Lengzi lay on the ground, his heterochromatic eyes—one gold and one blue—filled with excitement, slurring his words, "Dad Yang, this is way more exciting than watching the UFC!"

"That water ghost is so pitiful!"

"What did it do to deserve this?"

"I just wanted to find a substitute, but I ran into a fisherman who was even more ferocious than a ghost."

Yang Guang ignored the two guys.

His attention was entirely focused on the water ghost.

This water ghost was beaten to tears! All those wasted were genuine ghost tears!

Ghost tears and ghost fangs are combined to make ghost pearls, each one worth 100,000.

Now, this water ghost is crying like a faucet, with ghostly tears streaming down its face.

This isn't tears.

This is money flowing out!

pity.

He didn't issue a commission; it wasn't his own.

Ok.

Looks like I'll have to come up with a way to force a sale...