Unsheathed

When morning arrived, the elder in black had already put away the fishing rod. Silver carp were innately fond of moonlight and afraid of sunlight, so they would only swim up from the bottom of the lake at nighttime, wandering around to look for food. In the off chance that they took the bait during daytime and were dragged ashore, silver carp that had developed intelligence would choose to sacrifice themselves and cause the spiritual energy in their two flood dragon whiskers to disperse. Even though the flood dragon whiskers wouldn't become completely worthless mortal items, they would definitely suffer a huge drop in quality and grade.

However, the group of three people didn't become discouraged because of the result. To say nothing of spiritual fish like silver carp, even some species of ordinary fish coveted by ordinary fishermen were extremely difficult to catch. It was very normal to yield no results after fishing for a night.

After the elder in black put away the fishing rod, he started to change the fishing line and the fishing hook. The biggest change was the fishing hook, going from a palm-sized hook to an especially small and exquisite hook that was only the size of a thumb. The young man started to make ground bait again, clearly using even more immortal coins this time. They were most likely preparing to fish for the rarer and more valuable Luo fish.

The young man suddenly recalled something, and he turned to the big tree and shouted, "Fellow Cultivator, fishing for Luo fish is purely down to luck, and there aren't any taboos relating to this. Do you want to head to the center of the lake to fish together with me? I have a bamboo raft, so we can fish from the raft together."

The young female martial artist wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

The young man retrieved a thick and heavy copper coin that was as large as a child's hand, lightly rubbing it between his palms and causing a miniature bamboo raft the length of a finger to materialize in the air. He then gently exhaled on the bamboo raft before tossing it into the lake, causing the bamboo raft to suddenly grow in size as it landed in the water, sending a ripple through the lake.

Chen Ping'an hesitated briefly before eventually nodding and accepting the young man's offer. He jumped down from the big tree and walked to the shore of the lake.

Compressing her voice to a thread, the young female martial artist warned the elder in black that this young man was also a martial artist. Moreover, his cultivation base would only be higher than hers.

When he was sleeping on the big tree last night, his breathing had been calm and long like slowly flowing water. His fist intent was also pure and condensed, and it was clear that he was a martial arts elite who had genuinely set foot on the path of the Martial Dao.

Generally speaking, it was only after reaching the Three Mind Tempering Tiers that a martial artist could achieve a state of pseudo-sleep, with fist intent flowing through their entire body as if they were being protected by a deity.

Taking this into account, this young wanderer was most likely a descendant of a powerful clan.

The elder in black used his mind's voice to reply, "I'm only worried about those earth immortal vagrant cultivators with improper backgrounds, and I'm actually less worried about skillful young martial artists such as this young man. Our Three Official Attendant Temple is least afraid of those insolent immortal forces in the mountains. Rest assured, I'll keep an eye on him while we fish. Young Master is wearing both a Dao robe and an armor pellet at once, so he can block the full-power attack of Golden Core Tier sword immortals one or two times. Nothing can go wrong."