The sun is like fire, baking the earth.

The clouds and mist are lingering on the Yanbo Lake, giving the impression of an immortal mansion.

The gentle breeze blows, stirring up the 'fairy energy' in the lake, but it still cannot erase the heat brought by the scorching sun.

Even the people in Yanbo Lake are becoming restless.

"Why haven't the fish taken the bait yet? It's so annoying!"

"It's been half a day and I've never caught a fish. Fellow Daoist Jia, do you have any secrets?"

"Tell me quickly, is it a problem with the bait? Did Jia Daoyou use earthworms? Let me teach you the secret recipe."

Seventeen or eight monks in Taoist robes gathered around the young Taoist with a fishing rod in his hand and asked humbly for advice, glancing at the fish basket from time to time.

Twelve green-scaled crucian carp lay unconscious in the fish basket. They were big or small, the smallest was two inches, and the largest was more than a foot.

Compared with other people’s few fish baskets, the catch is very different.

It is their first time to come to Yanbo Lake. So far, except for Jia Ren, no one has caught two spiritual fish.

Jia Ren didn't even look back when asked for advice. There were too many similar questions and it was overwhelming.

He stared intently at the floats and the emerald-green lake, without any distractions.

"If you want to fish, bait is the most important thing."

"The bait is an exclusive secret recipe, how can we teach it lightly?"

Sure enough, it was a bait problem. Everyone's eyes were bright and they finally found the reason.

"How many pairs of erbium materials are you willing to sell, fellow Taoist?"

A Taoist asked tentatively, if the price is right, I don’t mind spending a little bit of money.

"One broken spirit and ten erbium materials."

The faces of the seventeen or eight Taoists all changed, the price was too expensive.

Green-scaled crucian carp is not a top-grade spiritual fish. It has a weak spiritual energy and can only be sold for a piece of broken spirit. Ten baits cannot guarantee how many spiritual fish will be caught. If you catch less, wouldn’t it be a loss-making business?

The adventure of coming to Yanbo Lake is not for fun, but to earn spiritual stones.

The Taoists were displeased and looked at Jia Ren with unkind expressions.

"The price is too high! One fragment of the earth dragon worm can be used as bait at least fifty times."

"It's so expensive, it's better to risk fishing in Yanbo Lake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stopped talking.

Everyone knows that fishing is the fastest, but only if someone dares to do it.

Otherwise, why bother fishing on the edge of Yanbo Lake?

There is a big demon in Yanbo Lake, which is known to all the casual cultivators. Few of the monks who entered Yanbo Lake in the early years could come out alive.

Fishing on the lake?

Taking the initiative to deliver food rations to the big demon is not bad.

If it were not confirmed that there is no danger at Yanbo Lake, even the monks would not dare to come.

"Can you give me two pieces of bait for trial use?"

"Yes, if the effect is good, we will definitely be willing to buy it."

Jia Ren was perched under the shadow of a parasol, occasionally grabbing some fruit juice from his waist and taking a sip without answering.

His thoughts gradually drifted away as the floats floated on the calm lake.

Jia Ren is not from this world. He is over 40 years old and has a net worth of tens of millions. He has lived a semi-retirement life ahead of schedule. In his spare time, he fishes, walks his dog, and raises birds. His life is full of joy.

People come to this life all to live and be comfortable.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was transported to another world with a person with the same name.

At first, Jia Ren thought he was dreaming. After accepting the memory of the original owner, he had no choice but to accept reality.

In the past, when I read novels, movies and played games, I also fantasized about traveling to a world of cultivating immortals to live forever, wielding swords and killing injustices in the world.

Dreams are different from reality after all...

Especially after accepting the memory of the original owner, the figure of the immortal who was carefree and could move mountains and seas gradually faded away in my heart.

Immortals are immortals, and those who cultivate immortals are cultivators of immortals. The difference cannot be calculated by reason.

Immortal cultivators who want to become immortals are no more than idiots talking in their sleep.

The original owner started cultivating immortality at the age of fifteen and has just turned thirty. After fifteen years of cultivation, he is worthy of the third level of Qi training.

This has exceeded 50% of casual cultivators...
Chapter completed!