God-Tier Fishing System

The bloody bounty token shimmered faintly in Ethan's hand, reflecting the cold and chilling description written upon it.

No matter cultivators or monsters, no one has been spared.

Our Blood Tavern has judged it to be an evil cultivator.

The only characteristic of this evil cultivator that is currently known is the powerful ice attribute. Find this person and kill him.

[Task reward: three Mahayana Pills, and one immortal-level spiritual technique. ]

[Task issuing party: Blood Tavern]

The line beneath, describing the reward of the Silver Bounty Order, carried an enticing allure.

"The reward from the Silver Bounty Order this time is so generous, including an Immortal Level Spiritual Technique and three Mahayana Pills," Raze murmured, eyes narrowing with subtle interest.

He had browsed countless bounty orders within the Blood Tavern before.

Even among the Silver-ranked, such rewards were exceedingly rare.

Immortal-level spiritual techniques were coveted by all.

But three Mahayana Pills—each capable of forcibly pushing a Mahayana cultivator through a bottleneck—were priceless.

Ethan could already see the calculation behind the Blood Tavern's generosity.

Indiscriminate killing, especially the slaughter of mortals, was taboo in the cultivation world.

Not merely by moral consensus, but because Heaven itself punished it.

It was a universal law—cultivators must not kill mortals without cause.

Anyone who broke that limit would ignite public fury.

Even righteous sects and demonic sects alike would hunt them without hesitation.

So if the Blood Tavern could find and eliminate this ice-attribute butcher first, their reputation in Skyreach Territory would soar.

And reputation, while intangible, could shape alliances, commerce, and power.

Thus, their reasoning was obvious.

"Kill cultivators at will, even ordinary people—such evil cultivators, leave it to me," Roan declared confidently.

"This person is definitely not weak," Magnus reminded, accepting his bounty order.

"The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has issued a wanted order as well. Several major forces have moved. I advise you all to be cautious."

"I, Zeon, will not let innocent people die indiscriminately. If I find this person, I will torture him severely!" Zeon declared dramatically, clenching his fists.

Rain spoke next, her tone serious and composed.

"Magnus is right. This evil cultivator is not weak. He is most likely practicing the way of killing, and he has at least Seventh-turn Mahayana strength. You should all be careful."

Ethan lowered his eyelids slightly, his voice calm but cold.

"Killing is not undesirable, but killing indiscriminately, even killing mortals, is unethical. I have accepted this task."

He had stepped into the Way of Killing himself.

Even without One Word Severing Technique, he would never kill the weak or mortals casually.

Shu-shu-shu-shu-

Silver tokens drifted through the air, landing into the hands of Ethan and the others.

Even Solara received one.

Rain clapped lightly and spoke,

"Okay, everyone, let's go to Myriad Treasures Pavilion together. The treasure appraisal conference will start this afternoon and last for three days."

"It's getting late, let's go. We can't miss such a conference," Roan added.

Everyone stood in preparation to leave—

—but then a sound drifted from outside the tavern door.

A soft voice.

Clear and crisp like distant wind chimes carried by winter air.

"Is there any room left? I want to stay in this tavern."

Ethan froze.

That voice—

Why did it sound so familiar?

A subtle tremor rippled through Ethan's heart.

Senior Sister… Althea?

Rain opened her mouth to answer.

"This tavern, of course, has a room, but—"

Before she could finish, a woman stepped inside.

She was breathtaking.

A white dress, simple yet flawless. Snow-like aura, cold yet soft. Presence elegant enough to freeze a room into silence.

Her wrist flicked gracefully.

A streak of red light shot toward Rain.

Rain caught it instinctively.

It was an invitation token from the Blood Tavern.

But unlike those of the Skyreach Territory… This one carried a faint snowflake emblem.

Rain's pupils shrank.

She recognized it instantly.

The White North.

A frozen land in Oceanreach—where blizzards howled year-round, glaciers stretched endlessly, and temperatures could freeze a cultivator solid.

Yet cities existed there.

And within the deepest iceberg lay an ancient, unfathomably powerful family.

This invitation belonged to that region.

This woman—though from a different domain—was unquestionably a true member of the Blood Tavern.

"What should we call you?" Rain asked respectfully, returning the invitation token.

But the woman didn't even look at it. She let the invitation fall to the floor without concern.

Her gaze was fixed entirely on one person.

Her pupils trembled.

Her breathing grew unsteady.

She stared at the face she had searched for, feared for, and thought of endlessly.

Her Junior Brother Ethan.

Ethan's body stiffened in shock.

He had only thought the voice sounded similar…He never imagined that it was truly Senior Sister Althea standing before him!

Their eyes met.

Time seemed to halt.

"Junior Brother Ethan…"

"Senior Sister Althea."

They spoke at once.

Althea's voice shook uncontrollably.

She didn't care that dozens of eyes were watching.

She didn't care about reputation, posture, or restraint.

She threw herself into Ethan's arms—without hesitation.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly.

This was her first embrace.

Althea pressed her face into Ethan's chest—breathing him in, trembling softly.

The scent was familiar.

It took her back to Azure Origin Dao Sect.

Drinking tea beneath the courtyard locust tree as leaves fluttered lazily.

Feeding fish together by the pond, watching ripples shimmer under sunlight.

Walking the sect grounds side by side, from Serene Mirror Lake to the peak, speaking about cultivation, fate, and the world.

Ethan was startled at first.

But then he felt it.

Her longing. Her relief. Her emotions.

His expression softened. A gentle smile rose unconsciously.

His arms lifted and wrapped around Althea's waist—soft, slender, warm despite her icy aura.

He lowered his chin, resting it lightly against her hair.

A faint fragrance rose, elegant and intoxicating.

Althea felt his response—and her heart pounded wildly.

Only then did she notice—

The tavern was full.

Dozens of eyes.

Some shocked.

Some amused.

Some envious.

And one pair—cold as ice.

Her cheeks flushed crimson.

She held Ethan a little tighter, burying herself deeper, refusing to lift her head.

Her mind burned.

She had hugged Junior Brother Ethan in public.

This was too embarrassing!

Roan and the others touched their chins knowingly, grinning like mischievous foxes.

Magnus remained expressionless.

Solara's eyes flickered—complex emotions hidden beneath her calm.

Zeon...

Zeon nearly tore his clothes apart.

His eyes bulged with jealousy and despair.

Why was Ethan so irresistible to women?

First Sister Rain treated him differently.

Now, another stunning woman threw herself into his arms the moment she arrived.

This was simply a winner in life!

Zeon suddenly felt that the large amount of spiritual crystals and marrow in his storage ring were meaningless.

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Extra chapters

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200 power stones - 2 Extra chapters

Capsule - 1 Extra chapters

Massage Chair - 3 Extra chapters

Luxury Car - 5 Extra Chapters

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