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

Chapter 85 It turns out we're all fishermen!

Duan De's gaze fell on Ye Fan again, looking him up and down.

This kid was facing four supreme auras just now. Although his face turned pale, he didn't collapse and stood firmly in place.

This is something that ordinary cultivators in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm cannot do.

Moreover, the expression on his face when he mentioned "Uncle Li" clearly carried a complex emotion.

There are doubts, reminiscences, and a faint sense of nostalgia.

A bold guess suddenly popped into Duan De's mind: the Fishing Emperor who left his name must be someone who knew the identity of the person on the Immortal Ship, or even his descendant.

The young man before them was either a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor.

Or he's the descendant of that old man's descendant in the Immortal Ship!

The moment this thought popped into Duan De's head, he became completely alert.

His gaze towards Ye Fan instantly changed, transforming from that of prey to be robbed into that of an old man he needed to befriend.

"Ahem, let me tell you the truth."

Duan Deqing cleared his throat and said seriously, "You saw that immortal ship just now, right? The one that flew out of the Fire Domain!"

Ye Fan nodded. Of course he saw it; the commotion was so huge that the entire Eastern Wilderness saw it.

"There are people inside that fairy boat."

Duan De lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Moreover, I suspect that person has a very close relationship with your Uncle Li!"

Ye Fan's pupils contracted slightly: "How did you know?"

"I just saw it, Daoist Master."

Duan De looked around to make sure no one was nearby before continuing, "When that immortal boat flew into the Sea of ​​Reincarnation, I saw it clearly—those four fishhooks—tsk tsk, they were quite something!"

He gestured, his eyes shining, "Each one is ten thousand feet long, its entire body flowing with chaotic light, with starlight phantoms hanging on the hook tip, as if it could hook through eternity!"

"That being stood at the bow of the ship, hands behind his back. His aura, his bearing...tsk tsk, even I, a Daoist, can feel that domineering presence from eight hundred miles away!"

"The fishing rod in his hand was no ordinary object either; it was forged entirely from Chaos Immortal Gold, with nine illusory images of true dragons coiled around it. With a flick of the rod tip, the Milky Way seemed to reverse!"

Duan De spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he had witnessed it firsthand.

Ye Fan stared at him, his gaze growing increasingly strange.

"You mean the person in the immortal ship was holding a fishing rod made of chaotic immortal gold, with nine true dragons coiled on it?"

"yes!"

Duan De slapped his thigh. "That aura, that spectacle, it was simply incredible! I was completely awestruck. I thought to myself, 'This is a true master, exuding domineering presence. He's definitely on the same side as your Uncle Li!'"

Ye Fan fell silent.

He remembered the green bamboo pole that Uncle Li held by the river when he was a child.

It is lush and green, and looks like an ordinary bamboo, but upon closer inspection, you can see natural patterns flowing through it.

But it is definitely not some kind of Chaos Immortal Gold, nor does it contain any Nine True Dragons.

When Uncle Li fishes, he always leans lazily against the willow tree, sometimes almost dropping his fishing rod into the water.

Where did this domineering aura of standing with hands behind his back come from?

He remembered what Uncle Li had said: "Little Yezi, fishing is all about being relaxed. If you stand up straight, no wonder the fish won't bite!"

He recalled the little tune Uncle Li occasionally hummed: "A fishing rod, a basket, a small boat; a ten-foot fishing line, a one-foot hook. A song, a cup of wine; a lone fisherman on an autumn river."

That's the carefree life of a hermit.

Therefore, the person in the fairy boat has absolutely nothing to do with Uncle Li.

It's someone else.

Ye Fan knew perfectly well what was going on.

The fat man's earlier descriptions of fishing, teasing children, and speaking in riddles might actually suggest he knew something, or he just happened to guess correctly by accident.

But the following part—forged from chaotic immortal gold, with nine phantom dragons, standing with hands behind his back exuding domineering aura—

This is pure fabrication!

If Uncle Li saw someone describe him like that, or his lineage's predecessors, he'd probably laugh so hard he'd throw the fish he just caught back into the water.

But Ye Fan did not expose him.

He suddenly realized that the fat man's strength was unfathomable, far surpassing his own.

If it really came down to a fight, I'd probably be no match for him.

And what about fishing gate?

Ye Fan recalled Uncle Li's profound words, his seemingly casual yet subtly profound actions, and the series of events that had occurred recently.

Uncle Li is probably not a simple person either.

Perhaps his lineage could truly be called the "Fishing School"?

It's just not the kind of "overbearing" fishing gate that the fat man described.

"Young man?"

Seeing his silence, Duan De assumed he had been intimidated and, feeling smug, leaned closer and asked, "Young brother, don't you think I was right?"

Ye Fan looked up at him and nodded calmly.

"Hmm, that's possible."

Duan De's eyes lit up. "So you're admitting we're both members of the fishing sect?"

Ye Fan paused for a moment, then nodded again.

"I guess so!"

Duan De immediately beamed, his fat face squeezing into a ball. "Good, good, good! Young brother, you are indeed sensible! I, this Daoist, could tell long ago that you are no ordinary person. So you are a direct descendant of the Fishing School. My apologies for my overconfidence!"

Ye Fan looked at him and couldn't help but find it amusing.

This fat guy probably doesn't realize that his later description has already given him away.

Ye Fan didn't know what kind of senior he was on the Immortal Ship.

But he knew what Uncle Li was like.

He is gentle, lazy, likes to tease children, and speaks in a mysterious way, but never exudes any domineering aura.

The more outrageous this fat man's boasting, the more it proves that he has never met Uncle Li, let alone that senior.

But it doesn't matter.

Regardless of where this fat man comes from, at least one thing is certain.

He was quite powerful, and he clearly harbored fear, or even awe, of the senior in the immortal ship.

Such a person, if used properly, might be able to help him solve his current predicament.

Those who were hunting him down hadn't given up yet.

"Master Duan."

Ye Fan suddenly spoke, his tone more polite than before.

Duan De's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "What are your orders?"

"The Taoist priest just said that we are all members of the Fishing Sect. Although I am not entirely sure about this, the fact that the Taoist priest knows my Uncle Li means that we are practically family."

Ye Fan paused, then sighed, "To be honest, I'm in a rather precarious situation lately, being hunted down. If you, Daoist, are willing to lend a hand and help me resolve a few troubles, I'll certainly put in a good word for you if my Uncle Li asks about it in the future."

Duan De's eyes darted around.

He could naturally tell that Ye Fan's words were a test and an attempt to use him, but since the kid had taken the initiative to speak, it meant that he really needed something from him.

Moreover, the suggestion to "speak a few good words for Uncle Li" did indeed tempt him.

What if Uncle Li really is related to that being in the Immortal Ship?

Even if that's not the case, anyone who can be associated with the Fishing Emperor is definitely not a simple person.

"That's too polite of you."

Duan De patted his chest, his fat face jiggling. "Since we're fellow disciples, helping each other out is only right. Tell me, who are the people chasing you?"

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Fan agreed so readily.

"An old woman from the Ji family, and several young disciples from other forces."

He paused, then added, "That old woman's cultivation level is not low; she should be around the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Her name is something like Ji Hui."

Upon hearing this, Duan De's smile froze for a moment.

Ji family!

That's an ancient family from the Eastern Wilderness, with profound heritage and countless powerful figures.

If we really provoke the Ji family, our future days will likely be difficult.

But then he thought again, if the being in that immortal ship dared to drag away even the supreme beings of the forbidden zones, what is a mere Ji family?

Besides, he wasn't really going to start a war with the Ji family; he was just helping this kid deal with a few pursuers.

Keep your hands and feet clean, or who will know it was him!

"OK!"

Duan De gritted his teeth and agreed, but then added, "However, let me make this clear: I'll help you, but if—"

"Having attracted the attention of a powerful figure from the Ji family, I, Daoist, cannot handle it. Don't expect me to risk my life then."

Ye Fan nodded: "Of course, we only need to deal with these few right now!"

After discussing for a while, the two devised a plan and then went their separate ways.

Ye Fan continued walking forward, deliberately slowing his pace, waiting for the people behind him to catch up.

Duan De quietly concealed himself and followed not far behind, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

In less than half an hour, Ji Hui caught up with several Ji family disciples.

"You little beast, stop right there!"

Ji Hui's voice was sharp and piercing; even before she arrived, a fierce aura had already locked onto Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stopped and turned around, looking at the newcomer with a calm expression.

Ji Hui was thin and frail, with a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of triangular eyes filled with a sinister light.

Behind her were three young men and women, all dressed in Ji family attire, and all possessing considerable cultivation, placing them around the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

Ji Hui approached with a cold smile, her triangular eyes sizing up Ye Fan. "Ancient Sacred Body, possessing extraordinary abilities, even my young master Haoyue can't suppress you. Tsk tsk, today I'll see just how capable your Sacred Body really is!"

Ye Fan ignored her sarcasm and simply said, "The Ji family, as an ancient and powerful clan, is sending people to hunt down a mere cultivator in the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

"Laugh at?"

Ji Hui laughed loudly, her laughter sharp and piercing. "Who do you think you are, to dare make the Ji family a laughingstock? If I kill you today, it's like killing an ant; who will even know?"

The young men and women behind her also laughed, looking at Ye Fan as if he were a dead man.

Ye Fan sighed.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

He had barely finished speaking.

A gray figure suddenly darted out from the nearby woods at an astonishing speed; it was Duan De.

Duan De held the ordinary fishing rod, flicked the tip, and swung it toward the nearest Ji family disciple.

A dark golden light flowed across the fishing rod. With a gentle flick of the rod, as if it were actually fishing, the hook and line flew straight out.

But the next moment, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a jade pendant hanging from the waist of the Ji family disciple flew out on its own, as if drawn by an invisible thread, heading straight for Duan De's fishing hook.

"What?"

The disciple was startled and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but grasped nothing.

The jade pendant landed steadily in Duan De's hand.

Duan De was also stunned. He looked down at the jade pendant in his hand, then at the fishing rod, looking completely bewildered.

What's going on?

He was planning to attack, so how did he end up hooking the jade pendant?