blueteamnovel Chapter 419 Fishing
Chapter 419 Fishing
"Let's catch a few more nets before it gets dark," Qin Xiaochuan said. It was three or four in the afternoon, and they could catch a few more nets of fish and then sell them at the Tiantong Market.
Just as they were about to cast their nets for the third time, the small fishing boat suddenly began to shake violently. Qin Xiaochuan's senses automatically focused on the area beneath the boat, because he sensed a murderous intent in the churning water.
"Go forward," Qin Xiaochuan said to Han Kexin. Actually, before he could even finish speaking, Han Kexin had already urged the fishing boat forward. After all, she was now an 8th-level spirit mage. Although she didn't have Qin Xiaochuan's terrifying perception, she was more than capable of dealing with the dangers in this kind of water.
The boat glided forward for about ten meters when a "bang" was heard, and a jet of water shot out from where it was, then exploded into countless water droplets in the sky and fell down.
"There's something underwater," Qin Xiaochuan said, but he didn't make a move. A whirlpool formed under their boat, and then the entire fishing boat began to spin with the whirlpool. A wave of water rushed towards the fishing boat from the surface, caused by something moving rapidly underwater.
"I know," Han Kexin replied calmly. She quickly made a few hand seals, and a larger whirlpool formed in the direction from which the waves were coming. Han Kexin actually used her spiritual power to create a tornado underwater. Under the influence of the underwater tornado, the whirlpool under the hull was rendered ineffective. The tornado, carrying a huge column of water, rose from the bottom of the water, drawing the surrounding water and forming wave after wave. Various fish trying to escape were mixed in with the water, but under the pull of the tornado, their efforts were in vain.
The fishing boat was tossed about by the huge waves, but under Han Kexin's control, it did not move an inch. Before long, the tornado water column had risen to more than two meters high. In the water column, Qin Xiaochuan saw a monster about half a person's height, covered with dark green, slippery scales. The monster was holding a water-splitting fork and was struggling incessantly in the water column, trying to escape. However, the water column contained Han Kexin's pure spiritual power, and no matter how it wielded the water-splitting fork, it could not escape its restraint.
Old Yang, staring at the monster in the water column, was so terrified that he slumped onto the bow of the boat, his face pale and his lips trembling: "Water...water demon!"
"Could it also be one of General Fubo's subordinates?" Qin Xiaochuan asked.
"Yes...yes," Old Yang stammered.
Qin Xiaochuan had just arrived in Yunmengze and didn't want to cause any trouble. After all, the Great Master of Fate was in charge of the good and evil and life and death in Yunmengze. If he arbitrarily harmed the creatures in Yunmengze, he would inevitably offend him, and it would not be easy to ask him for the Yin-Yang Mirror again.
Qin Xiaochuan cast a burst of mental energy at the water demon in the water column—a simple mental intimidation—and then had Han Kexin release it. With this intimidation, Qin Xiaochuan believed that the demon would not dare to cause trouble again for a while.
After seeing the water demon, Old Yang dared not continue fishing, and Qin Xiaochuan did not insist, so he followed him back to the fishing village.
As soon as he returned to the village, Old Man Yang was immediately surrounded by the villagers. They hadn't caught so many fish in a long time, so they were all surprised to see him return with such a full catch. They started asking him all about his fishing experience.
"Uncle Yang, where did you catch so many fish?" someone asked curiously.
"Didn't you encounter any strange things while fishing?"
"You have to bring everyone with you, otherwise we really won't be able to survive. I don't want to live that kind of life of just eating and waiting to die."
"......"
Old Yang did not evade the question from the villagers. Instead, he told them about the fishing process in detail. After learning that the reason they could not catch fish was because of the mirage fish and water demons, everyone looked worried. This meant that General Fubo did not want them to fish. This was also the reason why Old Yang wanted to tell them. After all, this matter concerned the future livelihood of the entire village and required everyone to discuss and make a decision together.
Sure enough, as soon as Old Man Yang explained the whole story, it immediately attracted men, women, and children from the whole village, and even the village chief came over leaning on his cane.
"Why did General Fubo do this? Did any of you offend him?" the village chief shouted, scanning the young people in the village.
"How could that be? Who would dare to do such a thing? Even if someone offended him, they shouldn't take it out on the whole village," a young man said.
"It's said that it's not just our village that can't catch fish, but other villages are the same. Haven't you seen how expensive the fish are at Tiantong Market? Maybe it's the same all over Yunze," someone said.
"What should we do then? If this continues, everyone will only be able to live a life of getting something for nothing. I don't want to be reincarnated as a fish in my next life."
"Being able to be a fish is already good enough, since there's still a chance to regain human form. I'm afraid of being reincarnated into other worlds. I've heard that some worlds are a world where right and wrong are reversed, materialism is rampant, and deceit and treachery are everywhere. People are neither human nor ghost. Just thinking about it is terrifying."
"You're probably talking about hell. I've never done anything against my conscience, so I shouldn't be reincarnated in that kind of place," someone said fearfully.
"Who knows? We're young now and we're reaping what we sow. Once our good fortune in this life is used up, who knows where we'll be reborn?"
"Where have you all gotten to? We need to discuss how to solve the problem at hand," the village chief interrupted them.
"I think the only thing we can do is prepare a grand sacrificial ceremony for General Fubo. If we offer more tributes, perhaps General Fubo will stop stopping us from fishing," Old Man Yang suggested, puffing on his pipe.
"That's right, that's how we should do it. Even if he doesn't accept our tribute, at least we can find out why he did it this way," someone echoed.
The old village chief nodded and said, "Alright, everyone prepare today. Tomorrow we will hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, hoping to regain General Fubo's protection." With that, he waved for everyone to disperse and went back to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony, leaning on his cane.
Qin Xiaochuan followed Old Man Yang to Tiantong Market, where they sold the fish to the fishmongers for over a thousand magic crystals. Qin Xiaochuan and Old Man Yang each received half. Although a few hundred magic crystals wasn't a large sum, it was enough to buy quite a few things at the market. By the time they finished selling the fish, it was already evening. Tiantong Market's night market was famous far and wide and very lively. Qin Xiaochuan and the others loved to join in the fun, so they naturally wouldn't miss it. They told Old Man Yang to go home first, while they planned to return to the fishing village after strolling through the night market.