Unbelievably Lucky

What a talent.

A damn genius!

Seeing both sect leaders return empty-handed, he still insisted on fishing—clearly setting up Sect Leader Luo for a loss, spending a million Celestial Crystals of someone else’s money just for his own amusement.

Having a guest like this is truly bad luck.

Elder Liu was left speechless by Yi Feng’s words, feeling like he’d just witnessed something extraordinary.

After a brief pause,

he turned to Luo Pengfei with a bow, offering him an out.

"Sect Leader Luo, what do you think about this…?"

Luo Pengfei’s heart skipped a beat at the question.

That million Celestial Crystals was as good as gone.

But at this point,

even if he was destined to become a laughingstock, he couldn’t back down. He had to double down and play along!

From the moment he decided to visit Yi Feng, Luo Pengfei had weighed the costs.

As long as he could curry favor with this man, even the mere backing of a fifth-tier expert would elevate his sect’s prestige. Any price was worth it.

Damn it.

Consider this million a tribute to the island master!

As for face?

That intangible, worthless thing meant nothing.

Ignoring the mocking gazes from around the lake, Luo Pengfei forced a smile through gritted teeth.

"We’ll fish, of course we’ll fish!"

Elder Liu was taken aback but nodded slightly.

"Very well. Since it’s Sect Leader Luo’s wish, this old man won’t say more."

His tone dripped with resignation.

The remaining onlookers by the lake were all from top-tier factions on the island.

They saw right through Luo Pengfei’s desperation to please Yi Feng—throwing away a million Celestial Crystals for nothing, shamelessly groveling. Even Elder Liu couldn’t bear to watch.

The outcome was inevitable.

Though wary of the two men’s influence, the bystanders didn’t dare voice their disdain openly. Still, they crossed their arms and watched coldly, expressions shifting between scorn, derision, and pity—each acting like a noble, principled gentleman.

With the crowd already writing him off, humiliation was imminent.

Xu Baichuan, seasoned by decades of storms, managed to keep his composure. But Luo Pengfei, the one actually holding the rod, stood stiffly by the shore, his mind far from fishing.

Seeing this,

Yi Feng—who had just observed the fishing demonstration—picked up his rod and walked over.

"Don’t worry."

"I know a thing or two about fishing."

Luo Pengfei forced a smile.

"Of course. With Master Yi’s skills, you’re bound to catch something."

Empty words, just politeness.

He had no expectations left, only hoping to humor Yi Feng and endure the hour-long ordeal until this social suicide could end.

The contrast between Luo Pengfei’s strained smile and Yi Feng’s relaxed demeanor was stark.

Elder Liu couldn’t bear to watch.

With a flick of his right hand, golden light condensed into an hourglass, sand beginning to flow.

"Begin."

After the announcement, Elder Liu lowered his gaze and waited by the shore.

This was his duty.

As for Yi Feng’s bravado? Just a fool throwing away money—hardly worth his attention.

The other onlookers smirked in amusement.

With a soft splash,

Yi Feng cast his line, his movements fluid and effortless, as natural as breathing.

Seeing this,

Xu Baichuan and Luo Pengfei froze in shock.

They’d fished for millennia and met countless masters, but never had they seen such flawless, graceful casting.

Luo Pengfei couldn’t help but blurt out,

"That was like a painting."

Even the bystanders, though reluctant to admit it, couldn’t deny the beauty of that cast.

A single cast,

and the gathered elites all fixed their eyes on Yi Feng, sensing something extraordinary…

The crowd didn’t understand, but they were impressed.

Elder Liu, however, saw far more.

That cast—the angle, the force—was flawless. Even in his imagination, it couldn’t have been better.

After guarding Snow Lake for millennia,

he prided himself on his fishing expertise. Yet this single cast left him in awe.

This wasn’t just "like a painting."

It was the painting.

A rookie’s first cast—perfect.

How?

It had to be luck, right?

Eyes wide with disbelief, Elder Liu stole glances at Yi Feng, replaying the cast in his mind.

But within moments,

his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

The once-still lake surface rippled.

The fishing line tensed.

The rod bent slightly.

As if… a fish had bitten.

No way.

Shock spread through the crowd as tension mounted.

The two sect leaders by the shore stood frozen, their own rods slipping from their hands unnoticed.

Before anyone could react, Yi Feng pulled.

Splash!

A gleaming white fish arced through the air, water droplets scattering like diamonds under the sun—a breathtaking spectacle.

Instantly,

the lakeside erupted.

"Holy—!"

"A Dao-Transforming Sturgeon?!"

"Am I seeing things? He actually caught one?!"

"First cast in millennia to land one!"

"This… this is divine!"

As the sturgeon emerged, Luo Pengfei and Xu Baichuan stood dumbfounded.

"Don’t just stand there. Get a net or something."

Only at Yi Feng’s calm reminder did Xu Baichuan snap back to reality, rushing toward Elder Liu.

Luo Pengfei, meanwhile, burst into ecstatic laughter.

A sect leader, yet he waded into the icy water without hesitation, cradling the sturgeon like a treasure.

One look at it, and his joy overflowed.

Raising it high, he roared with laughter.

"Master! Master!"

"It’s real! We got one! Hahaha!!!"

Soaked from the waist down, Luo Pengfei didn’t care. Clutching the fish, he beamed like an overgrown child, triumphant as a returning hero.

Under the sunlight, the sturgeon’s silver scales shimmered.

The crowd surged forward, stunned.

Even Elder Liu was speechless.

Who could’ve imagined?

A rookie, first cast, landing a Dao-Transforming Sturgeon—unseen for centuries?

And outside fishing season, no less!

Was this the legendary "beginner’s luck"?

This defied heaven itself…

As the commotion grew, space itself seemed to ripple. Even those who’d left earlier reappeared, jaws dropped.

Within moments,

the once-quiet lakeside was packed with dozens of island elites, louder and more chaotic than before.

Watching the frenzy,

Elder Liu slowly lowered his left hand, face unreadable.

Only when Xu Baichuan rushed over did he snap back.

"Elder Liu, lend us some gear! We came unprepared!"

Elder Liu hurriedly produced a crystal container and handed it over.

As Xu Baichuan dashed off,

Elder Liu’s chest tightened.

Listening to the awed chatter around him, envy flickered in his eyes—along with unease.

Luck.

Pure luck.

Even if the island master found out,

with this stroke of fortune and three million Celestial Crystals, losing one sturgeon could be justified. No blame would fall on him.

But this wouldn’t happen again.

One sturgeon was already defying the heavens!

Quickly rationalizing, Elder Liu’s expression steadied.

After millennia guarding Snow Lake,

he’d seen it all.

Losing one sturgeon?

A minor hiccup.

This is what you call vision.

The more Elder Liu thought about it, the more convinced he became. Stroking his beard with confidence, he steadied his mind.

Just then—

The crowd on the shore erupted once more, waves of astonishment crashing through!

"He got one?!"

"Another Dao Transformation Sturgeon!"

The uproar was even more frenzied than before. The powerful figures on the island, usually dignified, now carried on like common cultivators, shouting and exclaiming without a care for their status!

Another one?!

Impossible!

Elder Liu's hand jerked in shock. He hurried forward, raising his gaze to look.

Through the dense crowd, his eyes landed on Luo Pengfei striding ashore, his arm raised high—clutched in his grip was a Dao Transformation Sturgeon, over a foot long, twice the size of the previous one!

At the sight,

Elder Liu was utterly stunned, his voice cracking in disbelief.

"Holy sht…"