Chapter 15: Thunder Sword Client, Legend of the Fishing God

In the blink of an eye, the black-clothed man known as the Dragon King, riding a Chiwen, vanished into the horizon.

Yin Lingzi's gaze was firm: "Another battle next time would be fine; this person's cultivation is probably not below a Yu Ling Saint."

The Yu Ling Zun realm is divided into nine grades.

The Ninth Grade Yu Ling Zun realm is further divided into nine revolutions; each revolution is a higher heaven, and after nine revolutions one enters the Saint realm, becoming a Yu Ling Saint.

Upon reaching Yu Ling Saint, a Yu Ling master needs no guardian spirit's power; with a mere gesture, they can trigger mountain collapses and earth fissures, shattering space.

Moreover, they possess the ability to carve out a space from the void, and depending on the Yu Ling master's individual talent, they can comprehend spatial abilities, such as spatial translocation.

Going further up, at the peak of Yu Ling Saint, even the bloodline within the body begins to mutate.

Li Qingran nodded slightly, not insisting on bravado, not forcing the black-clothed man to stay.

Gazing at the horizon, he fell into contemplation; the black-clothed man gave him an inexplicable feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he just couldn't recall who.

It didn't matter anymore.

Black Sea City is this small; a powerhouse like that, they'll meet eventually.

Li Qingran instructed: "Investigate this person's information; Spirit God Body, Dragon's Nine Sons — he won't be a nobody."

"Yes."

Heiye felt a heavy burden lifted, only feeling that tonight he had hovered on the edge of life and death several times.

He secretly resolved to cultivate properly and raise his cultivation as soon as possible.

The next day, fine drizzle fell incessantly.

The typhoon had already passed last night; all that remained was its lingering might.

Early in the morning, Heiye had Nina send people to thoroughly clean and tidy Black Cloud Villa.

Without the resentful spirits, Black Cloud Villa fully displayed its nobility.

A gate full of prestige, walls built of stone, a huge private swimming pool in the back courtyard, a garden shaded by lush trees.

Additionally, Heiye and Nina also arranged a dedicated butler and maids.

Move-in ready, no worries about food and clothing; Li Qingran was fairly satisfied.

At this moment, the old butler and a group of fair-skinned, beautiful, large-breasted maids stood in a row together.

Heiye said: "Boss, this was Nina's arrangement; if you want quiet, I'll send them away."

"No matter, let it be." Li Qingran didn't mind at all.

"You all go about your business." Heiye waved his hand, then said: "There's one more thing, from Nina's side.

Gou Fugui from Green Mountain City invited her this week at the Black Sea Hotel to discuss our entry into Green Mountain City properly.

Nina worries it's a Hongmen Banquet, can't handle it alone, wants Boss to go along.

Gou Fugui's backing is a bit hard; he leans on the provincial capital's major clan, the Lei Family."

"Lei Family?" Li Qingran shook his head.

Never heard of it; should be a third-rate force, can stir up wind and waves locally, but in the capital, they wouldn't even rank among the lowest forces.

Heiye organized his words and briefly introduced the Lei Family's situation.

The Lei Family's strongest is the clan head Lei Zhan Sheng, whose strength reached Yu Ling General, known as the "Thunder Sword Client," possessing a human-type guardian spirit Lei Bei.

Lei Bei was a Western Han swordsman, his swordsmanship exquisite, titled "Huainan's Number One Swordsman."

"I'll try to go take a look together then." Li Qingran replied casually.

The mysterious Black Sea, neighboring Black Cloud Mountain, no matter when, the seawater is entirely black; one cannot see what lies within, adding several degrees of terrifying color.

This morning, looking from afar, the entire Black Sea's surface was shrouded in a layer of misty rain-fog.

Waves rolled, tirelessly striking the reefs by the shore, stirring up layer after layer of spray.

On a giant rock by the shore, Li Qingran held a specially made Spirit-Fishing Rod, fully focused on the float on the sea surface.

That's right, a Spirit-Fishing Rod; what it catches isn't fish, but Yao Spirits.

Earth Star's oceans, like the various secret realms on land, are filled with all kinds of unknown yaomo guiguai.

In the ocean, there are all sorts of Sea Yao Spirits.

Yu Ling masters can absorb Sea Yao Spirits' spiritual energy to cultivate, much like the universal currency Spirit Stones on land.

In humanity's Spirit-Fishing history, there are even more shocking, world-astonishing legends—

There was once a Spirit-Fishing Master who fished up a giant sea beast from the ocean, containing energy equivalent to several hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones.

There was also a Spirit-Fishing Master who caught a mermaid Yao Spirit and successfully tamed it, which can make an ordinary person become a Yu Ling master.

There were also unlucky ones who caught powerful Sea Shark Men and were tragically devoured...

Strange and bizarre, nothing too strange to exist.

Li Qingran stared unblinkingly at the Yao Spirit float on the sea surface.

Just then, the float sank powerfully downward; this is the sign of a Sea Yao Spirit eating the bait.

Judging from the force of the bite, this Sea Yao Spirit's grade should not be low.

A faint smile appeared on Li Qingran's face; his hands weren't idle, lifting the rod in a single motion.

His personally crafted Yao Spirit Rod instantly traced a perfect arc, easily hauling a palm-sized silver-white Fish Spirit up to the sea surface.

Plop.

This was a rare Red-Silver Fish Spirit; on the rock it revealed a silver-shimmering belly, mouth opening and closing, caught in Li Qingran's hand, merely struggling in vain.

The spiritual energy it contained was equivalent to 100 high-grade Spirit Stones.

Placing the Red-Silver Fish Spirit into his spatial ring, Li Qingran re-baited the hook, cast forcefully, and the spirit bait landed at the predetermined position, accurate as water, without the slightest deviation.

The entire process, Li Qingran's movements were like flowing clouds and water, done in one smooth flow.

One look and you could tell he was a veteran.

In the Shennongjia Secret Realm, during moments of relaxation from cultivation, his favorite thing to do was spirit fishing.

Spirit fishing depended largely on luck; if one got lucky and caught a rare demon spirit, it could equal several days of his bitter cultivation.

As Li Qingran continued devoting himself to the Luck God's career, an old man and a youth, two anglers, walked toward the seaside.

"Xiao Pei, don't leave, we'll stay right here; for spirit fishing you still have to listen to Grandpa."

The old man wore a pair of black-framed round glasses and a waterproof suit; his every gesture bore the air of a scholar-general.

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll listen to you; you're the expert in this." the woman replied.

She was about twenty years old, ordinary in appearance, but her figure was truly too perfect—curvy in all the right places, likely the result of daily training.

The woman set down all her spirit fishing gear, deftly assembled the spirit fishing rod, completed all preparations, and said to the old man:

"Grandpa, as agreed, just three hours; regardless of whether there's a catch or not, we leave immediately."

Spirit fishing was an activity that consumed vast amounts of spiritual power and mental strength; given the old man's physical condition, he couldn't endure prolonged exertion.

The old man nodded like an obedient chick: "Xiao Pei, rest assured, just three hours."

Casting their rods for spirit fishing, the old and young sat down on the spot.

Huo Peiting sat beside her grandfather; compared to the old man, she appeared somewhat absent-minded.

She hadn't spirit fished more than a few times, mainly just accompanying her grandfather; at this moment, she finally noticed a youth sitting in a corner atop a nearby giant rock.

"So young a spirit fisher, yet another one who's gone crazy wanting money..."

Huo Peiting shook her head inwardly; spirit fishing—how could it be that simple?

In her heart, she had already categorized Li Qingran as one of those who, despite their youth, just wanted to lie flat.

The old man, by contrast, was fully immersed; this feeling of concentrated spirit fishing, he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"The last time I spirit fished was a whole year ago! Today I must enjoy myself to the fullest! My request isn't high—just catching a hundred-spirit-stone-grade demon spirit will do."

The old man's face was full of excitement, his eyes brimming with anticipation and confidence.