[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-166":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2313071,4522,"Chapter 166: Blue Higanbana: Energy Seeping Into the Body","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-166",166,"\u003Cp>It is roughly a short rod, 15 to 20 centimeters long, designed for single-hand grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central portion is a cylindrical silver metal, with symmetrical golden wing-like structures extending from both sides, resembling open wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A transparent crystal is embedded at the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shin Kōbō, without doubt, is a classic-colored Shin Kōbō!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming’s gaze locked firmly on the Shin Kōbō lying quietly beside the plastic flower; his breathing quickened as he strode to the stall and pointed at it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, how much for this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I type a question mark, it’s not me who’s confused—it’s you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re selling me a Shin Kōbō for fifty thousand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this thing a prop from a drama set? A collector’s edition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m an idiot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming snapped, “You’re charging fifty thousand for a Shin Kōbō? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were truly a celestial treasure, then even if it cost more, it wouldn’t be unreasonable—not even fifty million, or five billion, would be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this is just a figurine, bro!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget about that voice whispering in the back of his mind that he’d regret not buying it—since the spiritual energy revival, that voice had appeared too many times, and every item he’d bought turned out to be nothing but trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no matter how loud that voice got, hearing this price killed any desire to buy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then name your price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor chuckled, happy to let Zhou Ming make the offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this era of dimensional incursions, didn’t he know exactly what he was selling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly, he was just used to it from his old antiques business—when someone asked a price, he’d automatically let them speak first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The antiques market had collapsed after the spiritual energy revival; it used to be bustling with people hunting for bargains and showing off their appraisal skills. Now? Everyone’s obsessed with celestial treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestial treasures aren’t that easy to find. If you’re hoping to find one, you’re better off hoping to snag a real item from this stall’s mostly fake junk—your odds are higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just a plastic Shin Kōbō figurine. Fifty is already paying for nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for an authentic one? You expect a street vendor to sell real ones?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d dare sell it, but would you dare believe it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor didn’t even lift his eyelids—he moved as if he’d been waiting for those words, snatching the Shin Kōbō and shoving it into Zhou Ming’s hand while already pressing a QR code sign against his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scan this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming’s lip twitched—this was too quick. He didn’t even bother sighing or shaking his head?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least pretend to haggle a little, give me some sense of participation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by your expression, you’re a hardcore otaku.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you know what something’s worth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as I make a profit, that’s all that matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed Zhou Ming the plastic flower beside the Shin Kōbō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, I’ll throw this in. People in those appraisal novels always buy a fake and get a real one as a bonus!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m giving you one too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe this flower will turn into a celestial treasure someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty for both—you’re making a killing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fucking profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming rolled his eyes but took the plastic flower and scanned the payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After buying the Shin Kōbō, Zhou Ming didn’t continue browsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed one’s luck for the day was limited, so he bought only one item per day that gave him a sense of resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, he tossed the plastic flower onto the table and held the Shin Kōbō in a classic transformation pose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daiya—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As expected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming shook his head, feeling no regret or disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the cabinet and placed the Shin Kōbō inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cabinet was crammed with similar “items”: a Masked Rider belt, a banana-shaped Devil Fruit, Sōsuke Aizen’s Zangetsu, a Konoha forehead protector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the cabinet for a while, then slammed it shut with a bang—out of sight, out of mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming walked to the table, slumped into the chair, picked up the plastic flower, and idly traced its petals with his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was unfocused, yet images of celestial treasure holders involuntarily surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ice wheel reducing a hundred-meter radius to absolute zero in an instant; a hyper-electromagnetic cannon streaking across the sky, obliterating a beast tide with a single slash of Ryūjin Jaku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These scenes spread wildly online, each one making his blood boil, then instantly cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, ordinary people remain ordinary, no matter the era.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed deeply, leaning back against the chair, gazing upward; the dust on the ceiling resembled his dull, unremarkable life path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, a quiet life isn’t bad—many powerful figures in anime long for nothing more than an ordinary existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But logic is logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell doesn’t want to be a cheat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered softly, spinning the plastic flower in his fingers again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t awakened any psychic ability, nor had he found a celestial treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only consolation was the recent explosion of new anime—every platform was frantically buying licensing rights, likely trying to exploit the “dimensional incursion” mechanism to force more celestial treasures into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But would they truly obtain celestial treasures in the end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming sighed; he didn’t hold much hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes slightly, his eyelids growing heavy as a hazy drowsiness washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plastic flower, idly placed on his chest, was suddenly wrapped in a soft glow; its rough plastic texture faded, petals unfurled and thinned, edges shimmering with semi-translucent radiance, as if reshaped by some unseen force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its form subtly transformed within the halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender stamens hung like threads, petals delicate and eerie, edges gently curled as if brushed by an invisible wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Higanbana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the usual blood-red Higanbana, this one glowed a deep, profound blue, like crystallized deep-sea water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It floated silently above Zhou Ming’s chest, its light intensifying—then, like melting, it dissolved into streams of blue radiance, flowing like water into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sleeping Zhou Ming remained unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transformation had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An indescribable, terrifying vitality surged into Zhou Ming’s body; every inch of flesh boiled and restructured. His skin lost its original hue, turning pale as paper yet glowing with an almost supernatural luster, like porcelain forged from moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His facial contours were refined by this force, becoming more handsome: deep-set brows, a high nose bridge, lips so pale they were nearly transparent, radiating an inhuman perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body stretched and reshaped—shoulders widened, waist tightened, muscle lines sleek and sharp, abdominal contours clearly defined yet not exaggerated, like a meticulously crafted doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1135,"2026-06-20T13:10:12.391Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0431040ae5cb8ea437c247446be4ccaa8a510e88dfe33c6ee41614a04b35c05","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-167","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-165",193,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]