Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chen Qin glanced at it in the moonlight, then picked it up.

"Qiang, you're being greedy again," she reprimanded, stuffing a handful of bait into the big fish's mouth, then pressing a lump onto its back.

"Go back and live well with Zhen," she said, releasing the big fish back into Cyan Horse Marsh.

Zhang Ze, "..."

However, just as Zhang Ze was about to throw in the towel and report back to the sect that there was nothing going on in Cyan Horse Marsh, the fishing line in his hand twitched.

Seeing the fish bite, Zhang Ze didn't play by the rules. With a flick of his wrist, he used an all-powerful hidden force to directly lift the big fish onto the shore.

Face saved, but he felt this fish looked familiar.

Couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen it somewhere before.

But before Zhang Ze could think further, a gust of wind arose from the marsh, and a wailing sound drifted over from the center of the big lake.

The real show was about to begin.

Instinctively, Zhang Ze lightly nudged the big fish back into the lake with his foot.

Judging by the fish's mouth movements, Zhang Ze felt it was cursing him.

But never mind, it's just a fish. Important matters take precedence.

Having been a bit bored lately, catching a few ghosts sounded like fun.

He formed a Taoist technique with his fingers, and together with Chen Qin, disappeared without a trace, leaving only the fishing gear scattered on the shore.

...

On the other side of Cyan Horse Marsh.

One big and one small, one black and one white, two bald heads glistened under the moonlight.

After parting from Cold City, the reincarnated Bag Arhat and his big black disciple headed to the Northern Territory's Demon Country, only to inexplicably return midway. Now they arrived at the edge of Cyan Horse Marsh.

"Master, why did we run back from the Northern Territory? Wasn't it pretty good there?" The big black monk, Hui Ming, squatted behind the little monk and grumbled.

"Shut up, I went north to explore the path of the Tao, not to get married," the little monk Hui Ming muttered as he fiddled with his newly bought Buddha beads.

"In the book written by Donor Zhang, didn't that monk stay in the Women's Kingdom and never came back? Seemed pretty good too." The big monk continued grumbling.

"Donor Zhang talks nonsense, don't make it truth, don't bring it up again," the little monk said somewhat helplessly.

"Then why are we back in Cyan Thorn?"

"The Qinghe Association is about to start."

"So what if it starts, what's it got to do with us?"

"A thought arose, I figured I'd come and see," the little monk said calmly.

"Still trying to avoid your Sister Lin..." the big black monk whispered.

In the next moment, the sound of slaps rhythmically rang out on the bald head by the edge of Cyan Horse Marsh.

Holding his head, the big black monk looked a bit aggrieved, "Since we're already in Cyan Thorn, why not go to the Sword Sect to find Zhang Ze, it's better than feeding mosquitoes here."

"I've been plagued by bad luck lately. It's not right to disturb others. Donor Zhang has helped me block a calamity once; no need for more," the little monk sighed.

"Can I go?" the big monk asked.

"No. Where I am, you must be."

"Oh."

After the big monk responded, the two fell silent again. It remained quiet for a long time before the big monk finally spoke.

"So, Master, what exactly are we doing here by the water?" The big monk swatted a giant mosquito off his arm.

"You don't know?"

"How would I know? Master, you went into the village alone. I scared people off so I didn't go in, and when you came out, you just dragged me here without saying a word."

"Of course, we're here to help others with calamities and difficulties. The nearby villagers say that lately, at night, there are strange phenomena in Cyan Horse Marsh, like the cries of humans. But as soon as cultivators arrive, that thing immediately flees. Although it hasn't harmed anyone, it must be investigated," explained the little monk.

After listening, the big monk pondered for a moment, "Disciple believes Master shouldn't have come."

"Why?"

"To use Donor Zhang's words in the book, you attract trouble and are also unlucky. Your presence might cause problems."

"Disciple, there's a saying, 'Speak not while eating, be silent while sleeping,' have this pancake."

"Thank you, Master."

After the pancake filled his belly, the big monk spoke again.

"Do you think Sister Lin won't follow us to Cyan Thorn? If she does, how about I go over there to be your hostage?"

The little monk, "..."

Just as the little monk was about to teach his particularly talkative big black disciple a lesson, a gust whipped through Cyan Horse Marsh, carrying the wailing sound into their ears.