Chapter 115: Jiang Taomu fishes, only for the finest

At this moment, Zhou Tianming, who had changed direction and fled using a transmission talisman, suddenly felt a sense of danger ahead.

The next second, he only felt his vision suddenly brighten, a blinding light flashing past.

Immediately after.

His body then uncontrollably shot high into the air.

"Damn, how did this happen?"

"What is this?"

Before Zhou Tianming could figure out what had happened, he felt something tightly hook his neck.

Afterwards, his whole body was swiftly pulled upward by a tremendous force.

After he steadied his form.

He took a close look.

But he discovered that an antiquated-scented fishing rod had hooked him.

"What's going on? Who's using a fishing rod to hook this Great Emperor?"

Zhou Tianming looked along it; the fishing rod was entirely crystal-clear, as if made from some mysterious crystal.

Runes flickered on it, flowing with a faint light, each rune containing mysterious and powerful power.

The fishing line was extraordinarily tough, like solidified spiritual power threads, emitting a faint chill, biting deep into his neck skin.

Making it hard for him to move.

Zhou Tianming instantly felt bitter; such a method, if he still had Great Emperor realm strength, would naturally not be worth his attention, but now his strength is limited, he simply cannot deal with the opponent.

Moreover, before he could make any move to resist,

the fishing rod gave a violent jerk.

He was then harshly flung far away like a hooked little fish.

Only hearing the wind howling past his ears, his body uncontrollably pierced through layer after layer of clouds and mist.

Finally, with a "plop" sound,

he heavily fell into a mysterious cloud-layer lake.

The lake water showed an odd azure hue, emitting waves of bone-chilling cold, as if something were surging at the bottom.

"Who, come out—who exactly hooked me?"

Zhou Tianming, greatly troubled, after a brief analysis of the situation, basically figured out the whole story.

Someone had fished him to this place, and the area he now occupies is inside a magic treasure.

Such a trashy magic treasure—if he still had Great Emperor realm strength, he could shatter it with a single finger, but now he lacks that strength.

However, the owner of the fishing rod has remained hidden in the shadows, secretly manipulating all of this.

"Sir, since you dare to act, why not dare to show your true face?"

Zhou Tianming was very curious about who the other party was.

Is it someone from the Great Dao Sect, or someone else?

And at this moment.

"Hahaha!"

A hoarse old laugh came from afar.

"I, the old man, fish only for the finest."

"Kid, congratulations, you've been hooked by me."

Zhou Tianming looked toward the sound, wondering what the other party was saying.

"He hooked me—do I now have to give him an award certificate?"

Moreover.

Are you polite?

He was escaping just fine, yet suddenly got fished away.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Hum."

Just then, an old man appeared in Zhou Tianming's sight.

He was short and thin, like a spry old monkey, wearing a long robe patched with many colors, patches upon patches.

Those patches varied in shape—round, square, even some odd polygons—seemingly sewn on at random, yet exuding a distinct nonchalance.

His hair was piled messily on his head, like a bird's nest.

A few strands of black hair sprang from his bird-nest hairstyle, sticking up wildly, as if proving he too had once been young.

His aged face was covered in deep wrinkles, his eyes bright and sharp, flashing with light.

He gave the impression of an old mischievous child, yet also somewhat crazy.

After the old man landed, he looked at Zhou Tianming before him and said with a smile, "I am Jiang Taomu, the one who fishes only for the finest."

"Jiang Taomu?"

Zhou Tianming narrowed his eyes; this person he had never seen before, nor did he seem like someone from the Great Dao Sect, so…

"I've never even heard of you, so why did you fish me here—what exactly do you want?"

Jiang Taomu said, "We have fate together."

Zhou Tianming slowly said, "I actually have no fate with you; I advise you to release me at once."

Jiang Taomu continued, "Since we have no fate, how about we talk business?"

Zhou Tianming said, "I have neither fate nor profit with you; there's no need to discuss those—just let me go."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Taomu laughed and said, "You're like a stubborn little bull."

"I like it."

Zhou Tianming's vision blurred; this person's comment about the little bull made him sense malicious intent, and he stared fixedly at Jiang Taomu as he spoke.

"You old thing, I advise you to be proper—I'm a decent person."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Taomu said, "Rest assured, my values are still upright."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhou Tianming really feared that this old man would rape him.

He also couldn't be bothered to waste more words with him.

He directly asked about his purpose.

Jiang Taomu also didn't continue teasing Zhou Tianming, but instead slowly spoke to him.

"Kid!"

As soon as those words were spoken, Zhou Tianming gritted his teeth in anger.

"Who's the kid?!"

"I've lived over ten thousand years—compared to me, you're the kid."

However, he did not interrupt Jiang Taomu's words.

Jiang Taomu continued: "Old man, I see your bone structure is extraordinary; you are a once-in-ten-thousands martial arts prodigy!"

"Do you know? Old man I could tell at a glance that your body actually hides chaotic qi—a talent countless people dream of but cannot obtain."

"Are you an idiot?"

Zhou Tianming silently cursed Jiang Taomu in his heart.

"I already have chaotic qi in my body—why do you need to say more?"

"Moreover."

"What the hell does it have to do with you?"

"Why are you meddling so much?"

"So what?"

Zhou Tianming asked.

"Therefore!" Jiang Taomu said solemnly: "Old man I have a secret cultivation method; if you follow my method, I guarantee it will let you shed your mortal body and be reborn, achieve greatness, easily surpass the Quasi-Emperor Realm and even reach the Great Emperor Realm."

Upon hearing this again, Zhou Tianming's face turned black.

He himself could easily cultivate to the Great Emperor Realm.

If I followed Jiang Taomu's path and yet ended up downgraded, I could only just break through the Quasi-Emperor Realm, struggling to reach the Great Emperor Realm?

"Am I stupid?"

"Why should I follow your path to cultivate?"

Jiang Taomu didn't even look at Zhou Tianming's expression; in his view, Zhou Tianming having such an opportunity should make him ecstatic.

"Of course."

The requirements, he would naturally tell Zhou Tianming clearly: "However, this cultivation path inevitably involves some hardship."

"To cultivate this technique, you must first break your limbs."

"You dare!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tianming's hair stood on end with rage.

He had just had his limbs broken by Li Yilan, and now they want to break them again?

"Why do so many people scheme against his limbs?"

"Don't I care about face?"

Seeing Zhou Tianming agitated, Jiang Taomu hurriedly comforted him: "Don't panic, this isn't meant to harm you."

"Because only thus can one, with the aid of that chaotic qi, open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians throughout the body, rebuild the flesh and foundation, and thereby forge the strongest Chaotic Holy Body in the world!"

"Once this Chaotic Holy Body is formed, you will thereafter be a top-tier expert in this world!"

"Kid, this opportunity is rare—are you willing to become my disciple and join me on this arduous yet gloriously magnificent cultivation path?"