Infinite Professions-Chapter 141 - 59: Fishing Elder (Part 3)

"Cloud Dragon Sect!"

"Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain!"

The man in black murmured, "These two great Beast Taming sects, indeed have such capabilities, it’s just uncertain if they can obtain that Nine-Star True Dragon Carp."

"Oh?"

The man in white glanced at him, "Brother Xiao, do you think someone else will snatch food from the tiger’s mouth?"

"In this world of cultivators, it’s filled with hidden talents!"

The man in black remained composed, "Who can guarantee no one will suddenly appear and seize it?"

"You have a point!"

The man in white nodded, "Even the Chen Country Imperial Family has come, it seems the Xie Family is also interested in this Nine-Star Dragon Carp, this truly is a battle between dragons and tigers. I wonder who will emerge victorious."

The man in black looked at him, "You have no interest?"

"Hahaha!"

The man in white laughed heartily, "If the opportunity presents itself, I too wouldn’t mind taking it."

...

Greed is like a trench, endlessly insatiable.

From dawn to dusk, incessantly, even when the sun sinks into the night, countless lights spark up, barely illuminating, continuing the search.

On a small black canopy boat, Fang Shan shivered as he poured a small jar of strong liquor down his throat.

Beside him, his wife moved the stove closer, boiling fish soup and hot congee on it.

It was late autumn, the lake had a chilling feel, especially at night. Those Jianghu martial artists could endure it, but for poor fishermen like them, what could they use to fend it off?

The strong liquor was their only shield, but in truth, it didn’t ward off the cold, it merely made the body feel warm, slightly more bearable.

"Husband, you can’t go anymore!"

Watching her husband’s lips turn blue from the cold, and his skin wrinkled and pale from the water, Mrs. Fang cried out, "If something happens to you, how will the two of us survive?"

Fang Shan said nothing, with a face ashen from cold, he took another gulp of strong liquor, then slowly sipped on fish soup to fend off the chill seeping into his bones.

Did he not know that he couldn’t enter the water anymore?

But did he have a choice?

The people from the Golden Fish Gang and those lords from the government office were already driven mad by the Nine-Star True Dragon Carp.

If they can’t find the fish, they will never give up!

"Shan!"

As the fish soup barely settled in his stomach, another black canopy boat approached, a man standing on it shouted, "It’s time to go."

"Brother Zhou!"

Mrs. Fang rushed over, kneeling at the bow, "Let me go instead, my husband really can’t take it anymore, let me go, it’s the same."

"What nonsense, just wait for my return!"

The man responded coldly, without any other reply. Fang Shan quickly got up, pulling her aside, and walked forward himself.

"Husband!"

"..."

On the other side, on the large boat.

"Dad, will catching the Nine-Star True Dragon Carp allow me to enter the Immortal Sect?"

Golden Fish Gang’s young master, Luo Qianlang, looked at his father with excitement.

Golden Fish Gang’s gang leader, Luo Baijun sat firmly in the center, watching his impatient son helplessly, "You think this fish is easy to catch?"

"It’s still an opportunity!"

Luo Qianlang didn’t back down, still grinning as he said to Luo Baijun, "Once I enter the Immortal Sect, I’ll surely get some miracle pills for our family to extend your life..."

Luo Baijun’s face turned dark, "I’m already a hundred years old!"

Luo Qianlang shamelessly continued, "Then let’s extend it to a thousand years, ten thousand years, countless years!"

"Gang Leader!"

During the father-son conversation, a middle-aged man resembling a scholar entered, "This lake water at night is too cold, the gang’s brothers have been searching for over half a month, and are starting to struggle, perhaps we should pause and wait until noon tomorrow..."

"Pause for what!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Qianlang stood up angrily, "We’ve trained them for years for this day. Tell them no one stops, whoever stops, I’ll kill them."

"But..."

The middle-aged man’s words froze, and he turned to Luo Baijun.

Luo Baijun fell into a deep silence, before saying, "Let the brothers in the gang rest a bit, don’t go into the water at night, let the fishermen go."

"But..."

The middle-aged man hesitated, "Those fishermen are weak, far inferior to our gang brothers, several have already died in the past days, continuing to push them may cause public resentment..."

"Bullshit public resentment!"

Interrupted again, Luo Qianlang spoke, "Just a bunch of wretched commoners, their deaths are just deaths, how could they matter compared to my path to immortality, just do it!"

"But..."

"No buts!"

The middle-aged man tried to speak, but was cut off coldly by Luo Qianlang, "What Mr. Li, my words don’t count anymore?"

"..."

The middle-aged man fell silent.

Eventually, Luo Baijun spoke, "Just do as he says!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man nodded, bowed, and left the room.

"Hmph, hopeless scholar, clueless of life and death!"

Luo Qianlang snorted coldly, then turned to Luo Baijun with a pleasing expression, "Dad..."

...

"Why are you still standing around, hurry and get in the water!"

"Riches await, right in front of you!"

"Don’t try to slack, or this knife won’t spare you."

Outside the large boat, small boats darted around.

A few Golden Fish Gang stewards, each leading a small boat, urged the fishermen to dive and search.

At that moment, deep within Dongting, amidst dense mist, a dark boat gradually appeared.

"Hmm!?"

"Why is there another boat?"

"Whose family is this, arriving now?"

"Courting death!"

One Golden Fish Gang steward glanced back as the black canopy boat approached, about to get angry but suddenly froze in place.

At the bow of the black canopy boat, a hunched figure draped in a raincoat and straw hat, resembling a fishing elder, slowly appeared before them.