The little maid behind Feng Qianyue watched Yi Feng's movements with confusion, her large eyes sparkling as she gazed at his departing figure.
A moment later.
After confirming that he had truly left and his figure had vanished, Feng Qianyue, who had been sitting still with an air of serene indifference, could no longer remain composed.
She rose gracefully, like a celestial maiden, and lightly leaped to the spot where Yi Feng had been fishing earlier, lowering her head to inspect it carefully.
Scattered on the ground were fish scales.
The scales gleamed in a golden-red hue, shimmering brilliantly.
At the sight of these golden-red scales, Feng Qianyue's eyelids twitched.
However, the scales alone weren't enough to confirm what kind of fish Yi Feng had caught, so she continued searching for more clues nearby.
Just then.
She noticed a small pond beside her.
This pond had been dug by Yi Feng earlier to temporarily store the fish he couldn't fit into his basket.
Now, floating in the pond was a single fish, its belly upturned, pale with a hint of red—clearly long dead, devoid of any trace of spiritual energy.
Yet, upon seeing this belly, Feng Qianyue's delicate frame trembled violently.
Because the sight before her bore an uncanny resemblance to the legendary Dragon Fish...
Determined to uncover the truth, she—who had never dirtied her hands with menial tasks—ignored the filth and plunged her jade-like fingers into the water, lifting the dead fish out.
The fish was slightly longer than a palm, its body entirely golden-red. Even in death, its scales still emitted a faint glow, a testament to its extraordinary nature in life.
But this wasn't what truly shook Feng Qianyue.
The real shock came from the pair of tiny horns on its red forehead.
Horns resembling those of a dragon, just as the legends described.
And these dragon horns were the most defining feature of the Dragon Fish.
"Dragon Fish!"
Feng Qianyue's hand trembled as the words escaped her lips. Her entire body quivered uncontrollably as she muttered in disbelief, "He actually caught a Dragon Fish!"
At this moment, Feng Qianyue felt as though her mind had shattered.
She never could have imagined that the young man had been reeling in Dragon Fish all along.
What unsettled her even more was that the scattered scales on the ground matched those of the Dragon Fish in her hand perfectly—there wasn't a single scale from any other fish.
In other words.
All the fish Yi Feng had caught these days were Dragon Fish!!!
Heavens!
Feng Qianyue's breathing grew ragged, her thoughts short-circuiting as she nearly lost the ability to think.
What kind of person was this?!
Others toiled day and night, exhausting every effort just to catch a glimpse of a Dragon Fish, yet this man had effortlessly hooked so many.
Could he be a legendary Sage?!
Feng Qianyue's fair face flushed crimson with shame, her heart weighed down as if by a massive boulder.
Recalling her earlier dismissive thoughts about Yi Feng, she realized she had been nothing but a ridiculous fool.
And that old man in the straw raincoat—he must have known all along that Yi Feng was catching Dragon Fish. Only she, with her narrow perspective, had remained oblivious, trapped in ignorance.
Regaining her composure, she examined the Dragon Fish in her hand.
But she soon discovered that it had already lost all its potency, no different from an ordinary dead fish.
She placed the lifeless Dragon Fish back into the pond and slowly stood up, her spirit utterly broken.
Today's events.
Had dealt a devastating blow to her Dao heart.
For the first time, the proud and aloof Feng Qianyue truly understood what it meant for there to always be someone greater beyond the mountains.
"Young Mistress, what's wrong?"
Her maid, Little Ye, hurried over, having noticed Feng Qianyue's distress.
"Nothing."
Feng Qianyue sighed inwardly but didn't reveal her turmoil in front of Little Ye.
"Oh, Young Mistress, that guy who was fishing with earthworms paused in front of us before he left."
Little Ye giggled as she recounted the amusing incident in detail. "It was so funny—he looked like he wanted to offer you fish, just like he did with that old man."
At these words, Feng Qianyue, who had barely recovered, felt her mind go blank.
She turned to Little Ye in alarm. "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course! I saw it with my own eyes."
The little maid continued cheerfully.
"Hmph, that guy really thought he could impress you with his little fish? As if you'd care about such trivial things, right?"
"But well, when he saw you ignoring him, he left on his own. At least he knew his place."
"What?!"
The moment Little Ye finished speaking, Feng Qianyue's face paled drastically.
It was as if a giant hammer had struck her chest. Overwhelmed by fury and regret, a surge of blood rushed up her throat.
Though she forced it down, the crushing realization left her utterly hollow, as if her soul had been drained.
That man... had actually tried to give her Dragon Fish.
And she, blinded by her own arrogance, had coldly rejected an unimaginable fortune.
How laughable.
How utterly laughable!
Feng Qianyue nearly let out a bitter laugh to the heavens, her legs wobbling as she struggled to stay upright.
"Let's return to the Heavenly Domain," she finally said, her voice weak and drained.
"Eh? Young Mistress, aren't we here for the Sage's Contest? Why go back now?"
Little Ye blinked in confusion.
Feng Qianyue let out a self-mocking chuckle.
"Even if I stay, I won't gain anything from the contest now."
"Why not, Young Mistress?"
The little maid was utterly baffled.
Feng Qianyue smiled bitterly.
She had pushed away the fortune of Dragon Fish with her own hands—effectively letting the blessings of this place slip through her fingers.
What right did she have to seek other opportunities now?
But she didn't explain further to Little Ye, merely gathering her belongings in haste before departing...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
