God-Tier Fishing System

Luna did not plan to go all out. The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets rarely acted without certainty. The one they had sent was bound to be formidable.

Even if she tried her hardest, the result would not change. It would be wiser to go along with the flow—give them face and avoid unnecessary offense.

Seraphina, standing amidst the crowd, turned her gaze toward the platform.

She had been about to challenge Luna herself. Perhaps even battle Aether afterward to satisfy her curiosity about the masked cultivator's strength. But before she could act, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets intervened.

Her attention locked on Luke as he took the stage.

"That man from the Pavilion seems strong," she thought, her expression sharpening slightly.

As she studied him, she discerned something strange—his aura. It lacked the fluctuation of spiritual energy. Smooth, quiet, fully restrained. That silence mirrored Aether's earlier absence of spiritual presence.

"I can't see through him. Could he be a pure physical cultivator as well?"

The thought made her sigh softly. Two powerful physical cultivators crossing her path in a single day—it was far from ordinary.

"Uncle Edwin," she murmured, "Luke from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets seems to be a body cultivator."

"I sensed it too," Edwin replied. "His aura has no trace of spiritual fluctuation. But his essence feels aged, refined long over time. He's likely been cultivating far longer than he claims. Perhaps he used a secret method to mask his true age and slipped past the bone-age test."

"I understand." Seraphina nodded, evaluating him anew.

So Luke wasn't as young or talented as Aether; his foundation was older, his methods deceptive. Maybe his realm exceeded Aether's, yet his comprehension was clearly inferior.

After all, a man's bone age could be hidden.

Luna stepped onto the stone platform, her composure restored, and cupped her hands politely. "Let's begin."

Luke nodded coldly, eyes gleaming faintly with disdain.

As expected by the head of the Stormjade family, she didn't resist much. Her movements were clean and fluid, but her strikes lacked conviction. It wasn't surrender born of weakness; it was prudence.

Within minutes, half an incense had burned away. Luna lowered her hands, clasped her fists in salute, and said evenly, "Congratulations. You've passed. You're now a candidate for the slot."

Her tone was faint, nearly emotionless. The match had formally ended.

Luke simply gave a light nod and turned to leave. As he walked past the platform's edge, his gaze slid sideways toward Ethan.

The faintest sneer curved his lips.

A silent challenge.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly. He caught that look—and the message buried within it.

Luna and Luke's exchange had been too convenient.

A tacit agreement.

"So Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets is looking for me, then?" Ethan's expression remained calm, but thoughts flickered behind his mask.

"Have I ever crossed paths with them?"

He frowned. None came to mind. Until now, his existence had remained under the Azure Origin Dao Sect's domain. He hadn't interfered in the Pavilion's work.

But if they intended to stir trouble, so be it.

He exhaled slowly, straightened, and stepped toward the platform.

"It doesn't matter," he thought. "If they want to cause chaos, I'll follow them."

He stepped into the ring.

Luke turned slowly to face him, his lips curling with arrogance. "So, you're Aether?"

Ethan looked at him lazily, hands behind his back. "And you must be the one making unnecessary noise."

"Bold of you to mock me," Luke sneered. "I'll teach you humility. The spot to enter Sun Moon Lake is mine. You can't take it."

Ethan shook his head slightly. "You talk too much." His voice was calm, dismissive. It carried no weight of debate—just fact.

The muscles in Luke's jaw tightened, his pride bruised. "Boy, who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that?"

Ethan didn't respond to him. Instead, he turned to Luna and asked evenly, "Can we begin?"

The quiet disdain in that gesture ignited Luke's temper completely.

"You dare ignore me? Very well!" His voice turned cold. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll help you!"

Luna looked between them and then raised her voice. "The final match begins. The battle for the slot—Aether versus Luke."

Her announcement had barely ended before the atmosphere detonated.

Boom!

A flood of power surged from both bodies, colliding invisibly at the arena's center.

Ethan's essence and blood burned, flooding the air with pure violent energy. The shockwaves twisted the air itself, forming soundless explosions that rocked the stone stage beneath him.

Luke answered instantly, unleashing an aura equally wild and feral, clashing against Ethan's pressure with identical fury.

The ground under both collapsed simultaneously, cracks spreading outward like a spider's web as the square trembled.

For thirty seconds, they did not move. They simply stood, locked by the force of their energy, letting their physical might speak.

Then came the murmurs.

"Their pressure alone causes the arena to fracture!"

"This power… it surpasses even the elders of the three great families!"

"It's like two storms facing off!"

Across the square, a smirk touched Luke's lips. "You're also a body cultivator… but your Dharma Body realm must be shallow compared to mine."

Ethan's cold laughter followed, quiet but cutting. "A barking dog doesn't frighten wolves."

Luke's teeth clenched. "You're courting death!"

Both their auras surged higher, intertwining like twin hurricanes. The air thundered and the world dimmed under the gravity of their power.

Far off, Seraphina watched in silence, her eyes reflecting the violent energy roiling between the two figures.

Two physical cultivators—each strong beyond the Tribulation Transcendence realm. The sheer momentum they released shook her heart.

Aether's calm grounded her; Luke's pride mirrored chaos. Both stood on equal ground, yet an invisible sharpness surrounded the masked man that made the entire arena seem to bend toward him.

Her fists tightened unconsciously.

If she ever fought either of them, could she win?

No. Even her Ice Spirit Soul Body's vast energy might not claim victory easily.

Their physical strength was unlike anything she had seen in the Skyreach Territory.

"Why are cultivators of this level not even on the Heaven's Prodigy Ranking?" she muttered, eyes narrowing.

The answer eluded her. Perhaps they were outsiders.

Perhaps they came from beyond Skyreach.

Her thoughts strayed briefly to Bram, the prince she once fought. Compared to these men, even his vaunted lineage and pride dimmed.

The ancient sects, the holy mountains—those faraway places must still cradle geniuses the world had yet to learn of.

"The world is vast," she whispered, her tone soft.

Her eyes flickered back to the stage.

The air trembled again, and both men moved at once.

"It's begun," Seraphina said, her eyes suddenly changing.

A/N:

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