Faced with Mo Yan’s fearless ignorance, the Daoist backed down.

Jiang Zuo gave Mo Yan another meaningful look but ultimately said nothing.

That Daoist was no ordinary person. If he were angered, Jiang Zuo didn’t believe Mo Yan could have survived the encounter.

Thus, the ignorant can also be fearless.

Afterward, Jiang Zuo began browsing the stalls. Many of the fishing rods were Magical Treasures, but they were all too ordinary to capture his interest.

Meanwhile, Chi Xue Child, who had been thinking for a long time at the back, suddenly asked Blade Master Hai Bian, "You just said that cultivators below what Tier can’t see through that Mist?"

Blade Master Hai Bian said, "Tier Six. Why?"

Then Chi Xue Child asked again, "What was the first thing that Daoist said to Fellow Daoist Po Xiao?"

Blade Master Hai Bian frowned. "Young friend, back to buy something again?"

Then, they looked at Mo Yan and Liuyue Xue in horror. ’Does that mean they just slapped a heavyweight in the face?’

A heavyweight who’s at least Tier Six!

Chi Xue Child immediately asked Liuyue Xue and Mo Yan, "How did it feel? What does it feel like to slap a Tier Six heavyweight? Share the details."

Blade Master Hai Bian: "..."

’How have these people managed to live so long?’

Liuyue Xue and Mo Yan were also speechless. They were panicking, too.

’Who knew he was a Tier Six heavyweight? If they had known, who would have dared to slap him?’

’But still, what a thrill!’

Jiang Zuo really didn’t know what to say about these people. ’Or perhaps,’ he thought, ’it’s nice to be young?’

After that, Jiang Zuo once again looked at the nearby stalls.

None of the fishing rods being sold here were really worthy of his attention. They were all cut from the same cloth, with nothing unique among them.

Regardless of their quality, none of them could catch his eye. For him, if he truly wanted to fish, the type of rod didn’t matter at all.

However, if there was a real Broken Bridge Fishing Rod, Jiang Zuo would be interested. The Broken Bridge Fishing Rod wasn’t for catching fish; the things it could ’fish’ for were far more numerous.

Too bad that Daoist wasn’t selling it.

Jiang Zuo walked all the way to the end of the area, finding nothing that satisfied him along the way.

At this point, he removed the Mist. There was no one here worthy of his attention.

Besides, if anything else came up, his coin would provide a warning, so it wasn’t a big issue.

Jiang Zuo took a few more steps forward, and his gaze fell upon a small stall to the side.

The one running the stall was a young man—ah, and a Tier One Cultivator at that.

Tier One was considered low here. Among all the stall owners, Jiang Zuo hadn’t seen a single one who was only Tier One.

If you had something good, someone would always get greedy.

However, this young man’s fishing rods looked very ordinary as well.

Jiang Zuo walked up to the stall. Only then did the Cultivator look up at him. Just as he was about to greet the customer, he suddenly froze. He recognized this person.

Jiang Zuo also got a clear look at the other person’s face. If he remembered correctly, this was the young man from the airport who had reminded him to sit in the regular passenger section.

The young man quickly came to his senses and asked, "You... what are you doing here?"

Just then, Mo Yan asked Jiang Zuo, "Boss, you know him? I thought you’d found some amazing treasure."

’Boss?’

The young man was stunned again. He had heard at the airport that this woman was the Demon Cultivator Mo Yan.

Although many people said that Mo Yan was a man... well, just because someone looked like a woman, did that mean they actually were one?

’And anyone the Demon Cultivator Mo Yan calls ’Boss’ definitely can’t be an ordinary person!’

’Does that mean this person is a senior with hidden Cultivation?’

’Then why did he have a regular boarding pass when we were getting on the plane?’

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Jiang Zuo spoke. "Where did you get these fishing rods?"

This person’s fishing rods were very plain, about the same as the most common rods sold elsewhere.

Some of them were even just one-meter-long bamboo sticks.

They didn’t resemble fishing rods at all.

Hearing Jiang Zuo’s question, the young man immediately replied, "I got them from a strange person. I thought they were cheap, so I just stocked a few to try my luck."

As a Tier One Cultivator, Zhang Songxian knew his place.

He wouldn’t meddle in affairs beyond his control, but he didn’t mind lending a hand when he could.

He had no grand ambitions. He just hoped to live a little better and a little longer. If he could help others live a little better too, that was even better.

So when that person approached him, he agreed to stock the goods. Selling ordinary fishing rods wouldn’t cause any trouble.

He could just treat it as joining in on the excitement. Besides, they weren’t expensive.

"Was it a middle-aged Daoist who supplied you with these?" Jiang Zuo asked, his gaze sweeping over the row of fishing rods.

Zhang Songxian was a little surprised, but he still nodded. "It was indeed a middle-aged Daoist."

Behind them, Mo Yan, Chi Xue Child, and the others couldn’t help but exchange a glance. ’The middle-aged Daoist... is he talking about the one from just now?’

’That guy was the real deal. Does that mean this Cultivator’s stall has some hidden gems too?’

’Excellent. Hopefully, there’s a lot, enough for all of us to get a share.’

But a moment later, they came to their senses.

’Last time, Po Xiao was broke, so he had to share his loot. This time, it seems like Po Xiao is loaded. What chance would they have to get a share?’

’It’s over. They felt it would be better if Po Xiao just stayed poor for the rest of his life.’

’If Po Xiao wasn’t poor, they had no opportunities.’

Jiang Zuo looked over all the fishing rods and finally picked up a bamboo stick. "You were supposed to have a heaven-sent fortune, but I’ll be taking it."

Zhang Songxian froze. ’A heaven-sent fortune?’

After just a moment, he said bitterly, "It’s not something I could have grasped anyway. It was never meant to be mine."

Jiang Zuo stood up, holding the bamboo stick. "How many Spirit Stones?"

"S-same price for all of them. One Third-Grade Spirit Stone."

Zhang Songxian sighed to himself.

’He could have just not mentioned the fortune. That way, I would have been happy to sell the fishing rod, instead of feeling this anxiety of having lost something precious.’

’It’s impossible to say I don’t care.’

’Even if it was a lie, I’d still care.’

At that moment, Jiang Zuo looked at him and said, "I have taken your fortune, and I would disdain to exchange it for a mere Third-Grade Spirit Stone.

He can give you a fortune, and I... can also give you a heaven-sent one."

Zhang Songxian stared at Jiang Zuo in shock. He found it hard to believe.

Even Chi Xue Child and the others were astonished.

This was the first time they had ever heard Po Xiao say something like this.

’Can something like a fortune really be given away so casually?’

Zhang Songxian hesitated. He didn’t know whether he should thank Jiang Zuo, because this was all a bit incredible.

In the end, Zhang Songxian still said respectfully, "Th-thank you, Senior."

Then, Jiang Zuo said, "Your hand."

Zhang Songxian immediately held out both his hands, and Jiang Zuo used his Innate Qi to draw a Rune on his palm.

As soon as the Rune appeared, it vanished into Zhang Songxian’s hand.

If Zhang Songxian hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have known there was a special Rune in his hand.

"After the ritual begins, take an ordinary fishing rod and go fishing. No matter what kind of fish you catch, just swallow it.

Remember, swallow it raw."

After saying this, Jiang Zuo paid the man no more mind.

’He had given the fortune. Whether the man could seize it was up to him.’

In the Immortal Spirit Spring, there was only one kind of fish that could be caught: the Yin Yang Fish.

Swallowing it was equivalent to paving a complete path of Cultivation, enough for him to walk toward the Great Dao.

Below the Great Dao, his path would be completely unobstructed.

This was the fortune Jiang Zuo had given him.