Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 68 'Fishing' - The Heavenly Emperor Was Here

Ye Fan's face was now a mixture of black and blue, and the way he was waving his fist made him look like a little tiger with its fur standing on end.

The corners of Li Qingshan's mouth curved even more.

Who could stand being robbed multiple times, all by the same fat guy?

As he thought this, the peaceful smile on his face became even more genuine.

Oh dear, is this how Ye Tiandi looks when he returns to his childhood and suffers a setback?

Haha, actually it's not funny at all, hahaha.

How could I, the mighty Heavenly Emperor who has fished for eternity, be so happy just because a little brat got humiliated?

You're right, aren't you? Hahaha~~

Li Qingshan's expression remained gentle and calm, but the slight curve at the corner of his mouth was impossible to suppress.

Forget it, I'm not going to pretend anymore.

He looked down at Duan De, who was bent over on the ground, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

But how could your Uncle Li let you suffer a loss?

After all, I'm still your Uncle Li, and I'm always very protective of my own.

Today, I'll teach this fat Duan a lesson for you, Xiao Yezi.

He landed gracefully, putting aside his random thoughts, and his gaze fell on Duan De, who was wrapped in the Heavenly Net.

The fat man was fast asleep, his face buried in the dirt, with only his round head and protruding buttocks visible.

Tsk, he really is an expert tomb raider.

Li Qingshan wasn't in a hurry to wake him up; he simply raised his hand and gently hooked his index finger.

hum~~

A brilliant light suddenly shone from Duan De's body!

Various colors of precious light surged out of his body like a floodgate being opened, dazzling people with their vibrant hues.

Swords, spears, halberds, bells, tripods, mirrors, towers, jade slips, bone books, bottles and jars —

Piles of magical artifacts and objects fell out with a clatter, quickly forming a small mountain nearby.

The light was so intense that it almost blinded people.

Li Qingshan looked at the small hill, and his eyelids twitched.

Good heavens, how many graves have they robbed?

That's really despicable.

He cursed inwardly on behalf of the tomb owners, but his hands didn't stop moving.

The small mountain of treasures floated in front of him. He casually brushed it aside a few times, preparing to collect it.

After fiddling with the pins twice, Li Qingshan suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on something.

It was an ordinary fishing rod, buried at the bottom with only the tip showing.

Li Qingshan raised his hand and beckoned, and the thing flew out from the pile of junk and landed in his palm.

The pole was about three feet long, dark brown in color, and made of some kind of old bamboo, but much heavier than bamboo.

The rod was covered in dust, looking like it had been stored for who knows how many years. The fishing line and hook were even partially rusted, giving it an overall sense of age and vicissitude.

Li Qingshan examined the fishing rod several times, a complex expression on his face.

This thing was clearly a burial object unearthed from an ancient tomb, and it must have been something the tomb owner used frequently, as the signs of use on it are very obvious.

Duan De, that fat guy, was a professional tomb raider, but he clearly had no interest in this pole. He just left it gathering dust in his storage space and never took it out to use.

"It's a complete waste that it fell into this fat guy's hands!"

Li Qingshan shook his head. He had intended to take it along with the other items, but after thinking about it, he stopped.

This fishing rod is actually quite interesting.

The material is good, it's just been ruined.

If it were refined again, it might become a decent artifact.

Moreover, the wisp of energy remaining on the rod, though faint, was very pure and should be a trace of the tomb owner's lingering obsession.

We're fellow anglers!

Li Qingshan thought for a moment and suddenly had an idea.

"Alright, I'll refine it for you!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and a ball of crystal-clear, crimson-gold flame surged from his fingertips, completely enveloping the fishing rod.

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingshan casually took out some unused scraps of divine materials, refined them slightly, and began to stuff them onto the fishing rod!

The pole trembled slightly in the flames, and the insect-eaten marks were the first to melt away, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

Next is the main body of the rod, which gradually becomes translucent under the tempering of the imperial fire. The original dark brown color fades away, revealing a warm and jade-like dark gold color.

The whole process took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

As the flames subsided, a brand-new fishing rod floated in front of Li Qingshan.

The pole is about three feet six inches long, dark gold in color, with fine bamboo-like patterns on the surface, and feels smooth like jade to the touch.

The rod tip is slightly bent, exuding just the right amount of resilience.

Li Qingshan held the newly forged fishing rod and gave it a shake.

The rod emitted a clear, melodious hum, the fishing line traced an almost imperceptible path in the air, and the hook trembled slightly.

"good."

He nodded in satisfaction.

In terms of grade, this fishing rod has now firmly entered the ranks of Saint-level weapons. Moreover, because it was forged by the Emperor himself, it is enough to be used as a legendary Saint weapon of some great sects!

However, the way this fishing rod attacks is quite strange, unlike ordinary weapons.

If Duan De can understand the secrets of this in the future and use this pole as a foundation, it may be possible to nurture it and make it more functional.

Of course, given that fat guy's nature, he'd probably only use it as a handy weapon and wouldn't even consider fishing with it.

Li Qingshan placed the fishing rod next to Duan De and then looked at the treasures he had dug out from the ground.

He naturally wanted to take these things with him.

Including the clothes Duan De was wearing.

He looked down at Duan De's gray Taoist robe. Although it was worn, the material seemed to be of good quality, with faint array patterns flowing around it. It should be a Taoist robe that had been around for some years.

"Take them all off."

Li Qingshan raised his hand and with a gentle force, lifted Duan De up completely. His Taoist robe, along with the inner lining, belt, and boots, were all stripped off and neatly folded into a pile.

As for Duan De himself, he was gently placed back on the ground, lying naked with only his underwear on.

Li Qingshan glanced at the pile of clothes, then at Duan De on the ground, and finally his mischievous thoughts were completely satisfied.

This is what you call "looting"!

Before leaving, Li Qingshan looked down at the fat Taoist priest who was still unconscious on the ground.

A wicked thought popped into his head, and he suddenly raised his hand, tracing a few random lines on the stone surface with his fingertips.

Amidst the rustling sound, a line of crooked handwriting quietly appeared: "The Heavenly Emperor of Fishing" was here!

After examining his calligraphy, Li Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with a flicker, he disappeared from the spot.

Half a day has passed.

Duan De slowly awoke from his coma.

He first felt a chill on his body and subconsciously touched it.

empty.

Touch it again.

It's still empty.

Duan De suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, and froze.

He lay naked on the ground, wearing only his underwear, and the wind blew by, making him feel chilly.

"Where are my clothes?!"

Duan De jumped up, spun around three times, his face full of disbelief.

Then he remembered something and started frantically groping his body.

"Where is the Daoist's Soul-Suppressing Bell?"

"Where is the Taoist priest's amulet?"

"Master Dao's—Master Dao's—it all belongs to Master Dao!"

As he touched it, his voice began to tremble, and finally he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

what! ! ! !

Then, a heart-wrenching scream echoed across the wasteland, startling a flock of birds in the distant woods.

"Which bastard dares to plot against me? I'll never forgive him!"

Duan De jumped up, spun around three times, gesticulating wildly, his fat face jiggling.

"My treasures, my possessions, my clothes—just like that, gone! Gone!!"

He wailed so pitifully that anyone who didn't know better would think someone had died.

Duan De suddenly stopped howling.

His gaze fell on the fishing rod next to him.

A dark gold fishing rod lay quietly on the ground, its body as smooth and warm as jade, its fishing line as thin as a hair, and its hook small and exquisite.

"This is----"

Duan De was stunned.

He doesn't remember having this thing.

He squatted down, picked up the fishing rod, and examined it over and over again. Suddenly, it seemed vaguely familiar.

The color of the bamboo pole, the texture of the bamboo joints—

It seems to be that broken pole that he dug out of an ancient tomb years ago.

He didn't care about the pole once he got it, casually tossing it into his storage space to gather dust, never taking it out to use it.

Why did it suddenly turn out like this?

Duan De tried to inject a trace of magic power into the rod.

hum!

The rod suddenly lit up, a dark golden light swirling around it. The fishing line automatically straightened, the hook trembled slightly, and a sharp, piercing aura emanated from the hook tip.

Holy Might!

Duan De was startled and almost threw the pole away.

"This—this—"

He held the fishing rod, carefully sensing it for a moment, his expression changing from shock to disbelief.

"A saint's weapon?"

No, this aura—

Duan De's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is a legendary weapon!"

He was completely stunned.

My gaze swept across the area unconsciously, and then I noticed a line of text on the stone surface next to me: "The Heavenly Emperor of Fishing was here."

Duan De stared at the line of text, his eyes wide open.

"Fishing for the Heavenly Emperor?"

He read it once, and then read it again.

"Fishing for—the Heavenly Emperor?"

Did this Heavenly Emperor exist in ancient history?

He scratched his head, looking confused, and circled the stone several times, looking at the words over and over again more than a dozen times.

"Never heard of him. Which remote, upstart emperor has sprung up out of nowhere?"

He read it again, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Never mind, I'll remember this: you want to lure the Heavenly Emperor, huh? You just wait!"

Duan De pointed at the line of text, gritting his teeth as he spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

"I'll definitely rob your grave someday, dig up your tomb, and flip your coffin lid to burn as firewood!"

The Southern Regions, the State of Jin.

Fire Domain.

This place is a crimson world, with dazzling flames everywhere you look. Some are dark red, some are pale gold, and some are blazing white, rising layer by layer, with the temperature gradually increasing.

At this moment, Li Qingshan had already left the area where the Demon Emperor's tomb was located.

He was standing at the edge of this fiery world, feeling the heat wave rushing towards him, his expression calm.

Ordinary cultivators would have already activated their protective divine light and used their internal energy to defend themselves upon arriving here.

He, on the other hand, dressed in that black outfit, carrying a green bamboo pole, and strode inside as if he were strolling through his own backyard.