After eavesdropping on the little junior sister’s voice, the entire sect went crazy.

Wuxin was not surprised that Jiangxiao could mold fine iron with his bare hands. What surprised him was the long spear in Jiangxiao's hand that served as the main body of the fishing rod.

Although this spear did not seem to have any spiritual power leaking out, the intricate thundercloud and flame patterns on the spear shaft, as well as the spells engraved all over the spear shaft, made Wu Xin feel something was unusual.

He asked Lin Yan in a low voice: "Where did your junior brother get this spear?"

If he hadn't said it, Lin Yan wouldn't have noticed.

Lin Yan carefully looked at the pitch-black spear in Jiang Xiao's hand, confused: "Junior brother, where did you get this thing?"

"Take it from here." Jiang Xiao raised his left hand high, and the exquisitely crafted children's Sumeru bracelet reflected brilliant light in the sunlight.

After Jiang Xiao joined the Tianshui Sect, except for the spoils of war he received in Xizhou, all his possessions were gifts from his elders and senior brothers.

Normally, at his age, the elders would only give him some protective magic weapons, and it would be impossible for them to give him such offensive magic weapons.

This spear doesn't even look like something from the Tianshui Sect.

"Who gave this to you?" Lin Yan asked.

Jiang Xiao tilted his head and thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

Because of Lin Yan's questioning, the others also realized the mystery of this spear.

Ren Yuan asked curiously: "You don't even know where this came from, so how do you know you have this thing in your pocket?"

"I want to make a fishing rod, and this is the only one suitable." Jiang Xiao said as a matter of course, not caring about the origin of this mysterious spear at all.

Ning Yao looked at the spear, stopped Lin Yan who was about to ask more questions, and secretly sent him a message: "Does this look like Junior Brother's real weapon?"

The scene of the adult Jiang Xiao and the World Tree fighting at Kunlun Tianchi flashed through Lin Yan's mind. He remembered that Jiang Xiao was holding a pitch-black spear in his hand at that time.

So... this is the same spear???
Is this something that can be used for fishing?
Your Majesty, the Demon Lord, would you please show some respect to your life-defining weapon?
Lin Yan didn't dare to ask, so he secretly asked Ning Yao, "Are all Mahayana cultivators so unruly?"

Ning Yao didn't know, but when Ning Yao saw Jiang Xiao turned around to look at them, he suspected that Jiang Xiao had heard what Lin Yan said.

"Junior brother, what's wrong?" Ning Yao asked guiltily.

"I seemed to hear someone praising me." Jiang Xiao said uncertainly, his emerald green eyes wandering curiously between Lin Yan and Ning Yao, and he vaguely heard the voice coming from here.

Lin Yan felt guilty when he looked at him: "Is it an illusion? Junior brother, continue fishing. I will calculate for you how to make a nest so that you can catch the most fish."

Jiang Xiao's attention was diverted, and he nodded with a grin: "Okay, okay, thank you, Second Senior Brother!"

The Mahayana Demon Lord is so easy to fool.

Such a thought flashed through Ning Yao and Lin Yan's minds at the same time, but they quickly suppressed it for fear of being detected by the perception of the Mahayana level.

I don’t know whether it was because Lin Yan’s calculation was accurate or the Mahayana level fishing rod was powerful enough, but while waiting for the pigeon to come back, Jiang Xiao was able to catch a fish every once in a while, and they were all big fish of the Nascent Soul level.

Ning Yao and his companions took turns to fight and successfully made a fortune.

Even a wealthy young master like Chu Linfeng couldn't help but sigh: "My senior brothers and sisters all said that the Dark Sea is dangerous and that it's best not to go there before we reach the Nascent Soul stage. I didn't expect the catch here to be so rich. Did my senior brothers and sisters want to monopolize this fishing ground and lie to us like that?"

Senior brothers and sisters from ordinary sects generally wouldn't do this, but Wu Xin, Wen Ziqi and Ren Yuan felt that the senior brothers and sisters from Tianshui Sect were capable of doing such a thing.

As a charlatan, Lin Yan best fits the temperament of the Tianshui Sect, and he knows his senior brothers and sisters best.

He felt that his fifth junior brother had misunderstood: "Tianshui Sect disciples don't lie to Tianshui Sect disciples, and the senior brothers and sisters will definitely not lie to us. The danger of the Dark Sea lies in the complexity of the forces here, and we may not have really encountered them yet."

Generally the higher the risk, the greater the reward.

Ning Yao counted the demon pills he had harvested this time, and suddenly he felt a little bit looking forward to encountering such "danger".

As he was speaking, the white dove that Chu Linfeng had released earlier flew back, hooked on a branch.

"We found the human settlement." Chu Linfeng showed joy on his face, pointed with two fingers, and injected a stream of spiritual power into the white dove. The white dove hovered above the spiritual boat, landed on the bow, and turned into a bow statue.

The wings that were integrated with the spirit boat spread and flapped, and the spirit boat carrying everyone quickly sailed in the direction where the white dove came from.

……

Fire Island.

On the busy dock, a thin young man was hung on the city wall, exposed to the sea breeze.

The boy looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with messy black hair covering most of his face, leaving only a delicate pointed chin visible.

The boy was breathing out more than he was breathing in, and looked like he was dying.

The monks or mortals passing by could not help but look at him, but then quickly looked away, fearing that one more glance would bring about fatal disaster.

It was not until the spiritual boat they were on sailed away from the sphere of influence of Fiery Island that a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage dared to talk about this matter: "Senior, may I ask who is the person hung on the city wall?"

"I don't know who it is, but I know he must have offended the Yuan family." The foundation-building cultivator on the same boat glanced at him and acted like a senior. "A Qi-refining cultivator like you is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of the Yuan family. The head of the Yuan family is a Yuanying cultivator, and he can crush you to death with just one finger."

The owner of Liehuo Island is named Yuan Weiyuan, and he is at the Nascent Soul stage.

Most of the human forces in the Dark Sea Islands are divided by islands, and a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage is already a formidable presence here.

What's more, it is rumored that the Yuan family also has an ancestor who is at the God Transformation level.

The cultivation level of the Yuan family members is average, but they have always been reckless because they have a Nascent Soul cultivator to back them up.

The monks from Fiery Island and nearby islands walked around them.

The Qi Refining cultivator was secretly shocked: "The young man hanging on the tower is already in the Golden Core stage..."

The foundation-building senior sneered, "So what? For a cultivator, only when you become a Yuanying stage cultivator can you be considered to have a foothold in the Dark Sea Islands. You have just embarked on the path of cultivation, and there are many things you need to learn in the future."

"That's what the senior taught me." The Qi-refining cultivator nodded heavily.

He didn't expect that the Jindan stage of cultivation that he had always dreamed of was so insignificant in the eyes of the Yuan family.

He must establish his foundation as soon as possible! Form the elixir! Become a Yuanying ancestor!

He stood at the bow and encouraged himself in his heart. The spirit boat broke through the waves, and the sea water dispersed to both sides, just like his surging heart.

Suddenly he saw a black dot appear in front of him.

The black spot was extremely fast and soon came in front of him.

Before he could see what the black spot was, it had already rushed in front of him.

The Qi Refining cultivator finally saw clearly that it was a small spirit boat. On the boat sat several Golden Core stage teenagers, and at the bow stood a little boy of three or four years old.

The little boy was at the first level of Qi Refining, holding a pitch-black spear in his hand that was longer than his others.

There was a fishing line wrapped around the tip of the spear, and connected to the other end of the fishing line was a Nascent Soul stage manta ray monster that was several dozen feet long!
At this moment, the Nascent Soul stage devil fish was dragging the small spiritual boat forward at a high speed. Amid the surging waves, one could hear the boy's crisp shout: "Swim steadily, don't wake my senior sister up!"

When the two sides passed each other, the little boy noticed the look in his eyes and waved at him in a friendly manner.

The whitish waves hit the spirit boat's barrier, and when the water dissipated, the small spirit boat had been dragged by the manta ray and disappeared into the sky.

The Qi Refining cultivator who had just set his ambitious goals suddenly felt that the Nascent Soul stage might not be enough, so he decided to set his sights on reaching the Spirit Transformation stage.

Anyway, you don’t have to pay taxes for dreaming. (End of this chapter)