God-Tier Fishing System

"Since that guy has no intention of making friends with our Azure Origin Dao Sect, forget it," Gale Reed said, arms crossed firmly over his chest, his voice carrying a deliberate finality.

"There's no shortage of people like him."

Seraphina nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable but her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah."

Edwin glanced at the sky as dusk deepened into a soft cold moonlight. "It's getting late. We should head to the city center to gather."

With the bills settled, the group moved toward the heart of the city, footsteps quiet but determined on the stone-paved street.

The city square was already bustling with members from the three great families, their presence a testament to the importance of this gathering. The soft glow of floating lanterns mingled with the moonlight, casting elongated shadows.

Ethan arrived, surveying the scene with his usual quiet intensity, the cold moonlight tasting like frost on his skin.

The head of the Stormjade family stepped forward, summoning his flying magic weapon with a wave of spiritual energy. His voice carried clearly through the air. "Little friend Aether, please accompany us to the spirit boat. We shall set out for Sun Moon Lake."

Without hesitation, Ethan leapt aboard the spirit boat, feeling the subtle pulse of spiritual energy coursing through it as it shimmered into a streak of light that cut across the night sky towards the valley northward.

The heads of the Emberveil and Silkrain families followed suit, summoning their own flying spiritual weapons and boarding with their retinues.

Seraphina, counted among the Silkrain family's quota, was slated to travel with them but refused, citing the large size of their group. The Silkrain family, familiar with her demeanor, understood her reluctance; her disdain for them was thinly veiled, and she sought to avoid deeper entanglement.

Ethan's spirit boat soared alone toward the valley he had previously explored, the air growing cooler and charged with anticipation.

The leader of the Stormjade family held up a token, which immediately interacted with the formation barrier at the valley entrance. A heavy door, invisible to most eyes, opened silently, allowing their procession inside.

They landed beside the shore of Sun Moon Lake, its surface a mirror so perfect it seemed a portal to another world.

"The Sun Moon Lake lies ahead," the head of the Stormjade family intoned, pointing toward the vast, serene expanse.

Ethan inhaled deeply, sensing the potent power of the sun and the power of the moon weaving through the air. This energy was several magnitudes stronger than anything he had experienced near the periphery.

Aware that the barrier and formation might distort perception, he subtly activated his Heaven-piercing Mind. Suddenly, the entire lake became transparent in his vision.

He scanned carefully. Aside from the overwhelming spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the sun's essence, and the moon's essence, nothing else appeared to distinguish this lake. No hidden caverns, no eerie auras.

"Where is the secret of Sun Moon Lake?" Ethan's mind whispered in quiet contemplation.

Resolving to investigate further once within the lake's embrace, he withdrew his gaze.

The heads of the three families convened as others arrived—members of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, led by Oswin, came last. Their contingent numbered five, including three unfamiliar faces—all Mahayana realm experts.

Among them was a quietly imposing figure clad in a golden robe—Michael, the substitute for Luke, who was still recovering from injury.

The storm of tension heightened as Ethan recognized Michael's cultivation concealment—this man masked his aura beneath a clever technique, appearing as a late-stage Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator rather than his true fifth-turn Mahayana realm.

Ethan's Heaven-piercing Mind Eye saw through the veil effortlessly.

The Stormjade head inquired of Oswin, "Is your Luke from Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets not here?"

"No, he remains recuperating. Michael will represent us this time."

Oswin's eyes lingered on Michael. "This opportunity is yours—do not fail me."

"Understood." Michael responded resolutely.

The time had come to activate the last layer of the formation.

The heads of Emberveil and Silkrain families joined the Stormjade leader, their spiritual powers coalescing into radiant beams of differing hues that shot into the void ahead.

The air rippled faintly as the final formation dissolved, its protective veil removed.

Immediately, a surge of power swept over them—an even greater wave of aura, mysterious and ancient.

No wonder so many sought the lake for cultivation. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth alone was overwhelming, flowing thick and unending.

"There are no rules within Sun Moon Lake," the Stormjade head declared. "Simply soak in the energy, absorb its essence, and unlock insights. This blessing lasts ten full days."

Ethan calculated silently—ten days to absorb the power and essence of the sun and moon, a feast for a cultivator.

"Let us begin," Oswin commanded.

His gaze fixed on Ethan, who met it with equal fire—an unspoken challenge crackling like gunpowder between them.

Only the soft splash of water breaking the lake's glassy surface answered.

Ethan was first to dive, plunging into the sacred waters without hesitation.

A chorus of encouragement followed from each family's young cultivators, who scrambled to join the rarefied depths of Sun Moon Lake.

Michael and Seraphina slipped into the water near Ethan, positioning themselves carefully.

Ethan dove straight to the lake's center, swimming several deliberate laps before coming to a stop.

Then, much to their confusion, he emerged swiftly from the depths and mountain-strode to the shore.

"What is Aether doing?" whispered the head of the Silkrain family, frowning deeply at the strange scene.

"Look!" exclaimed the Stormjade leader, eyeing what Ethan carried.

"A fishing rod!" someone blurted in surprise.

Ethan unfolded a small stool by the water's edge and set his fishing gear in place, settling down with an ease that betrayed no urgency.

The crowd stared in disbelief—nine expert cultivators soaking in the lake, yet Ethan chose to fish.

Seraphina's brow furrowed in confusion. "Fishing? What is it about him and that hobby?"

Her mind raced. Could this Aether be truly Ethan? Although some traits matched, his temperament, voice, and aura felt different, subtle and yet significant.

"Fishing? What could it mean?" Michael asked, casting a sharp glance at Ethan.

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Extra chapters

100 power stones - 1 Extra chapters

200 power stones - 2 Extra chapters

Capsule - 1 Extra chapters

Massage Chair - 3 Extra chapters

Luxury Car - 5 Extra Chapters

Magic Castle - 15 Extra Chapters