Unlimited priesthood

Chapter 120 Auspicious Encounters
what's the situation?
Shen He didn't know what was going on either.

He only saw the old fisherman, who looked remarkably like himself, attack the pleasure boat.

That's right, that fisherman wasn't him. There's no reason for him to be so pretentious as to fish in the dead of winter in the wind and snow. Wouldn't that be blatantly telling others that there's something wrong with him?
So, what's going on?

A person is sitting in a boat when a pot falls from the sky?
Shen He lowered his body and hid among the reeds, observing the battle from afar.

"boom!"

Several jets of water exploded around the pleasure boat, and several people leaped out, crashing into the boat and engaging in battle with the guards.

A young man in black, exceptionally brave, charged through several guards with a steel knife, heading straight for the young master of the Goldfish Gang: "You dog, prepare to die!"

"boom!!!"

Unexpectedly, a palm strike came, not only breaking the steel knife in his hand but also blasting him off the boat, causing him to fall heavily into the water.

The young master of the Goldfish Gang, who had narrowly escaped death, turned around and saw that the person who had made the move was an old man with a white face and no beard. He was standing guard beside the young master in the fox fur coat, and he was unleashing bursts of energy from his palms to drive back several assassins.

Just then, a loud bang rang out in the painted boat, and the old fisherman arrived.

The old fisherman leaped forward, unleashing a powerful palm strike with overwhelming force.

"puff!"

The pale-faced old man tried his best to block, but his internal energy was no match for the external energy, and he was directly blasted back by the opponent's palm, spitting out blood.

But the instant he flew out, the fox-fur-clad young master drew his sword with two fingers, and a golden light shot out, striking straight at the fisherman.

"Flying sword!?"

The fisherman's pupils contracted, and then he slapped his palms together, unleashing several streams of energy. However, they were still no match for the sharpness of the sword light. The last sword energy pierced through his protective aura and blasted him out of the boat.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang and splashing water everywhere, the crowd chased after the fisherman and found that he was no longer in the lake, only white waves and blood churning up.

With the fisherman fleeing, the rest of the group instantly collapsed. The fox-fur-clad young master didn't even need to use his flying sword; the guards on the ship were enough to kill them all.

"Young master, there's still one survivor!"

Two guards escorted a young man in black to the fox fur-clad young master and asked, "Speak, who sent you?"

"Pooh!!!"

The young man in black spat angrily, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the fox-fur-clad young master and the cowardly young master of the Goldfish Gang standing to the side: "You bastards, if you have the guts, kill me! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"How dare you speak so harshly!"

The guards were furious and were about to use torture.

"No need."

But then the fox-fur-clad young master said calmly, "Take him away."

"Yes!"

The guard agreed and immediately took the person away.

Everyone came to their senses. Zhou Shen, dressed in a green robe, looked at the fox-fur young master and said, "That person must be a person with a destiny of immortality. He was lucky enough to get some opportunities and started recruiting soldiers and horses in Dongting Lake, gathering fishermen's sons as his disciples. He came here today for the Goldfish Gang, not for Brother Xie."

"Ok!"

The fox-fur-clad young master nodded, glancing at the dilapidated pleasure boat: "Our leisure time is over, let's return now."

"Yes!"

……

The painted boat slowly departed.

In the reed marshes, Shen He remained silent, recalling the scene he had just witnessed.

"Flying sword?"

"A cultivator?"

"The fisherman?"

"A person destined for immortality?"

"Was it too hasty, or was it a last resort?"

Several coded messages were exchanged, but to no avail.

But since it didn't concern him, Shen He didn't take it too seriously and returned to the awning boat to continue his cultivation.

And so, another day passed.

That night, the north wind howled and snowflakes fluttered down.

Shen He quietly propelled his awning boat and braved the cold wind to reach a deserted island, where he continued his night fishing and hunting.

Whether it's江湖恩仇杀 (jianghu vendettas) or 仙缘争 (zongyuan zhengyuan zhengyuan), I'll just fish my own fish.

Upon opening the fish basket, a pungent, fishy stench assaulted my nostrils, making me want to vomit.

This is the last snakehead bait!

Nearly two months have passed since Shen He last caught that snakehead. During this time, he used bait made from the snakehead's bones and flesh to catch some rare fish such as turtles, but he did not catch any more spirit fish.

There's no other way; in fishing, resources are king.

Although Dongting Lake is a vast lake stretching eight hundred miles and connecting five prefectures, it is still within the realm of the mortal world. There are no high-level spiritual fish in it, such as the snakehead, which is already the overlord of a certain body of water.

Shen He estimated that the spirit fish in Dongting Lake were probably only at the second level, and they could only appear under certain conditions. They were rarely seen, let alone caught.

Without the corresponding resources, no matter how much you fish, it's all in vain. Even with professional skills, it's impossible to create something from nothing, at least not at this profession and level.

So, two months have passed, and most of the snakehead bait has been used up, but Shenhe still hasn't caught a second snakehead.

It's a bit tough!

But this does not deter anglers.

Tonight, Shenhe has come to a completely new body of water, determined to use the last bit of snakehead meat to catch his second spirit fish.

Cast your line!

Same as always: iron bamboo pole, hemp rope, and iron nail hook.

Wrap it in a ball of bait that has fermented for two months, smells extremely fishy but is even more tempting, and then whip it with a big whip before throwing it into the water.

With the weather freezing cold and all the fish hibernating, fishing becomes significantly more difficult.

But this was no big deal for the "spirit fisherman." As the fishy but delicious snakehead bait emitted its aroma, unusual activity soon came from the water.

"Whoosh!!!"

Shen He raised the rod with both hands and unleashed another of his fishing secrets, using sheer force to pull the fish out of the water.

"boom!!!"

Fish leap from the water, shimmering with golden light, standing out starkly in the night, like shooting stars falling straight to the shore.

Shen He stepped forward and saw a golden carp, about three feet long, its whole body shimmering with golden light, except for a few sesame-like spots on its head, struggling fiercely.

"Star Dragon Carp!"

Shen He crouched down and punched the lively Star Dragon Carp, knocking it unconscious.

The Star Dragon Carp, also known as the Xinglong Carp, is the rarest and most precious fish species in Dongting Lake. Its distinctive feature is its golden body with star-shaped spots only on its head. These spots increase with age, and it is said that it can grow into a seven-star dragon carp that is over a hundred years old. This particular carp only has five star spots, making it a five-star dragon carp, but it is still a first-tier spirit fish. Its value is self-evident; even a thousand taels of gold wouldn't be enough to buy one.

Shen He took a fish basket made of iron bamboo, put the unconscious five-star dragon carp into it, and continued fishing.

He wasn't going to target this five-star dragon carp.

Although he still lacks resources, the two-month-long period of inactivity has made him realize that the number of spirit fish in Dongting Lake is limited. If he wants to develop in the long term, he cannot drain the pond to catch all the fish and make a one-off deal.

Aquaculture is the way to go. It can not only provide the "spirit fishermen" with a continuous supply of experience, but also provide a stable supply of food once it reaches a certain scale. Isn't that better than just making soup?

Therefore, he decided to make this five-star dragon carp his second contracted spirit beast and tried his best to raise it to see if it could breed with other carp to form a group.

Having caught a spirit fish right after arriving, Shen He's confidence soared, and he immediately prepared a second ball of bait, ready to keep up the good work.

however……

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

As midnight passed, Shen He looked at the ordinary fish lying haphazardly on the shore, and the snakehead bait in his hand that had been used up. He couldn't help but wonder if these spirit fish had territories, and if you caught one, you couldn't catch a second one.
"do not care!"

Looking at the remaining snakehead bait in his hand, Shen He shook his head, baited it, and cast his last line.

"puff!"

The bait hit the water, and within moments the rope tightened under the force.

"Um!?"

Upon seeing this, Shen He frowned, his eyes showing surprise and doubt.

This feel... is a bit off!
Shen He frowned, exerted force to lift the fishing rod, and quickly pulled something out of the water.

That was... a person, an old man with white hair wearing a straw raincoat.

It turned out to be the same fisherman who attacked the pleasure boat this morning.

"It's him?"

Shen He frowned, then pulled on the fishing rod, pulling the man out of the water.

His outer raincoat and inner clothes were completely soaked by the lake water. His face was deathly pale, and he was barely breathing. There was a wound on his chest, with flesh rolled up and white, revealing bones and internal organs.

Such injuries would have killed an ordinary person even if they had ten lives.

Only because he is a martial artist, with his cultivation reaching the third level and having mastered the true essence of martial arts, could he have sustained himself until now.

But this won't last long.

Shen He considered it for a while, and finally picked him up, along with tonight's catch, and loaded him onto the awning boat, heading towards his old lair.

……

"Whoosh!"

The familiar sound of the wind and waves, the familiar smell of fish, and the swaying of the boat like a cradle startled Liang Feng awake from the darkness.

"Ho!"

He was jolted awake, which aggravated his injuries, and his weakened state caused him to fall back onto the bed.

But he dared not be negligent. He looked up and scanned his surroundings, only to find himself lying in a familiar yet unfamiliar cabin.

How did I get here?

Wasn't he injured by the flying sword of that cultivator on the painted boat?
Did someone save him after he fell into the water?

"you're awake?"

Just as Liang Feng was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a person lifted the curtain and entered the cabin, causing him to tense up as if facing a formidable enemy. His right hand instinctively reached for his waist, but he grabbed nothing.

This made his heart tighten. He looked up at the man again and found that he was an old man with gray hair and a weathered face, holding a bowl of rice porridge in his hand: "Come and have some!"

"Ok!"

Liang Feng's eyes narrowed: "Did you save me, brother?"

"Yes!"

Shen He nodded: "Seeing that you were also a fisherman and that you were still breathing in the water, I pulled you out."

"So that's it."

Liang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then struggled to sit up and took the bowl of porridge with both hands.

However, just as his hands touched the bowl, he, who was still weak, suddenly sprang up, overturned the bowl with both hands, and then pointed a finger, like a sword, towards Shen He.

result……

"puff!"

With a single finger strike, his body instantly froze.

Shen He caught the bowl of porridge that had been overturned with one hand, and placed the other hand on his chest. Looking at his terrified face, he shook his head and sighed, "Why?"

"..."

With his vital points struck, Liang Feng was unable to move, and his internal energy was dormant. He could only stare at him with a mixture of shock and anger: "Who exactly are you?"

"I am asking you now, not you asking me."

Shen He finished the remaining rice porridge in his bowl in one gulp, then looked at him calmly: "Who are you?"

"Humph!"

Liang Feng sneered: "Kill me if you want, skin me if you want!"

Shen He remained calm upon hearing this: "Really not going to tell?"

"Humph!"

Liang Feng sneered: "Come on if you dare!"

……

"Why bother."

Half an hour later, Shen He stood up, looked at Liang Feng convulsing on the ground, shook his head helplessly, threw the blood-stained dagger into the basin of water, ended his suffering with another palm strike, and then threw the body out of the cabin, letting the alligator swarm destroy the evidence.

In this world, few people can withstand torture and forced confessions, and Liang Feng was no exception. He overestimated his endurance and underestimated Shen He's methods.

Although Shen He wasn't one of those renowned criminal experts, his experience of two lifetimes of dreaming of butterflies and a thousand years of accumulated knowledge meant he had some exposure to this field. In addition, Liang Feng was a third-tier martial artist, giving him a lot of room to maneuver, so interrogating him wasn't too difficult.

It's a bit gory.

However, as long as the goal is achieved, the process is not important.

Shen He took out a small bag and examined it closely.

Tonight, he not only caught a spirit fish like the Five-Star Dragon Carp, but also had a small chance of catching a celestial encounter.

Those with a celestial affinity are also destined for immortality!
And now, the entire fortune of this person destined for immortality is laid out before him, right in this inconspicuous little bag.

Spatial artifact—a storage bag!

(End of this chapter)