Let Everyone Also Lick

Madness!

This is absolute madness!

The Dao Transformation Sturgeon is an incredibly rare treasure—who in their right mind would catch one and then throw it back? That’s like tossing away a heaven-sent opportunity!

This act is beyond ridiculous!

Experts from all sides were so startled they nearly stumbled. Elder Liu’s mind was also shaken to the core. Seeing Yi Feng about to toss the fish back, many couldn’t help but step forward in desperation!

Luo Pengfei was equally alarmed and cried out in panic.

"Sir!"

Yi Feng turned at the call.

Earlier, noticing the catch was mediocre, Yi Feng had started paying attention to the size of the fish. The one in his hand weighed no more than a couple of ounces—hardly enough to recoup his costs. Better to release it for good karma and focus on bigger catches.

After all, he’d paid to fish here—efficiency mattered.

Seeing Luo Pengfei forcing a smile and cupping his hands as if to persuade him, Yi Feng chuckled and explained.

"Brother Luo, this fish is just too small. Best to toss it back."

Just because it was small, he wanted to throw it away?

Even an ordinary-grade Dao Transformation Sturgeon couldn’t meet Sir Yi’s standards?

Luo Pengfei couldn’t argue with that logic, but his heart ached at the thought of wasting such a treasure. Gritting his teeth, he bowed slightly.

"Sir, though the fish is small, it was still hard-earned. Discarding it would be such a pity..."

Noticing Luo Pengfei’s reluctance, Yi Feng smiled casually. "Not tossing it? It won’t be of much use later anyway. Unless... Brother Luo wants it?"

The moment the words left his mouth,

Luo Pengfei was overjoyed—so much so he could hardly believe it.

Was Sir Yi truly gifting him the Dao Transformation Sturgeon?

Had his sincerity moved the man, earning him this incredible opportunity?

Struggling between shock and hope, Luo Pengfei swallowed his pride and blurted out.

"W-Well, if Sir is willing to bestow it upon me, I’d be more than happy to accept!"

Yi Feng paused, surprised.

This was the sect master of a major celestial sect. He’d assumed hosting a fishing trip would be nothing to him, yet here he was, acting unusually persistent—even agreeing to a joke like this...

This could only mean one thing: the fishing fees were far steeper than he’d imagined.

Probably tens of thousands of Celestial Crystals, if not more!

With costs that high, breaking even would be even tougher.

In that case,

he’d have to adjust his strategy—keep every fish, big or small!

Noticing the growing crowd on the shore, Yi Feng decided not to bring up money to avoid making Luo Pengfei look stingy. He played along with a nod.

"Alright."

"This fish is yours, Brother Luo!"

Handing over the fish, Yi Feng added seriously, "You’re right, Brother Luo. From now on, any small fish I catch will go to you and Old Xu. We can take them back and raise them—every little bit helps."

His words were flawlessly diplomatic, leaving no room for criticism.

Sure enough,

Luo Pengfei was even more delighted, cradling the fish like it was pure joy!

"Th-This..."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Nearby, Xu Baichuan’s face crinkled into a grin.

Everything was going as planned, but Yi Feng felt the pressure mounting. Steeling himself, he baited his hook and cast his line again.

This being his first time at such an elite fishing spot, he couldn’t help but murmur in admiration.

"Brother Luo really thinks ahead. Even small fish are better than nothing. We’ll take a few back to raise—they’ll make nice ornamental pets. Every bit counts..."

As his soft words drifted,

deep in the lake, a thousand feet below, several pairs of enormous eyes snapped open—sending smaller fish scattering in terror!

By the shore,

Luo Pengfei strode away excitedly, cradling the tiny fish. After a few steps, he noticed an eerie silence around him.

Glancing up discreetly,

he saw experts from various sects staring wide-eyed at his hands. Even the white-haired old monsters who’d arrived later were burning with envy!

What’s this? Suddenly jealous?

Where’s all that lofty disdain from earlier?

Hah!

Luo Pengfei immediately puffed out his chest, smirking as he placed the fish into a tank. Squatting beside it, he admired his prize with growing satisfaction.

Hearing someone gulp audibly, he leisurely rose to his feet.

"A bit small, but it’ll do..."

His casual remark masked the immense pride swelling in his chest.

So what if he’d buttered someone up?

Look where it got him—a Dao Transformation Sturgeon!

Thousands of years of waiting might not yield a single catch, yet a few days of flattery had earned him this treasure. With it, he could glimpse new Daos and skyrocket his power!

A few days for a life-changing opportunity?

He wouldn’t have dared dream of such luck!

Forget flattery—

some would lick boots for half this chance!

All those high-and-mighty types putting on airs?

Now they’re just green with envy.

Thank heavens he’d acted first, or he’d have missed this cosmic fortune.

Luo Pengfei stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, radiating triumph!

Watching his smug display, the crowd simmered with restless desire. Almost as one, they cupped their hands and stepped forward, ready to shower Yi Feng with praise.

But Luo and Xu were no pushovers.

Exchanging a glance,

they moved in unison to block the crowd, fists raised.

"Gentlemen, Sir Yi is focused on fishing. Kindly refrain from disturbing him."

"Don’t ruin our mood."

Their icy words carried an oppressive aura, forcing the experts back in wary retreat.

Even the hidden old-timers, though outwardly composed, were seething inside, faces darkening!

These two mutts are hogging the feast?!

Got their fill and won’t let others have a lick?

With just two of them, they can’t cover every angle—why not share the chance?

Absolute dogs!

But Luo and Xu were infamous tough nuts. Even blatantly monopolizing the opportunity, no one dared challenge them. Staring longingly at Yi Feng’s fishing silhouette, the crowd could only gnash their teeth in frustration!

Damn it!

If they’d known this Sir Yi was so formidable—and so extravagantly generous—they’d have groveled at the Treasure Pavilion ages ago! Who’d have thought being a step late would cost them everything?

Now it was clear—these two mutts had stolen the march!

The old monsters writhed with regret,

retreating reluctantly, hearts clawed by envy!

Yi Feng, absorbed in fishing, paid no mind to the hushed commotion a few yards behind him. But as shadows began stirring in the lake’s depths, his focus sharpened!

Unaware of the tension, the crowd watched in awed silence.

Amid the covetous gazes,

Elder Liu’s face darkened further, eyes glinting coldly.

Seeing the two sect masters playing guard, he was now certain—this Sir Yi was their hired fishing master, here solely for the Dao Transformation Sturgeon!

Seeking expert help for treasures was one thing.

But catching four and still not stopping? That was too much!

He’d given them face with multiple chances to bow out, yet they ignored him completely. If this continued, how would he explain things when the Island Master demanded answers?

This was a humiliating defeat!

The entire Sunshine Island was full of mutts!

Elder Liu’s rage boiled over—his aged face, unshaken for millennia, now twisted with fury!

Before he could curse further,

a sudden splash erupted by the shore!

Splash!

The unnatural sound sent a chill down Elder Liu’s spine. No longer daring to underestimate, he snapped his gaze toward the water—

—only for his pupils to violently constrict!

A massive white fish thrashed at the lake’s edge, its five-foot frame monstrous, its head like a serpent’s, churning the water into raging waves!

Elder Liu’s breath caught.

He couldn’t help but roar:

"HOLY SHT!"