God of Fishing

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After clearing the last fish cabin, Han Fei had a spiritual energy storage of 3,241 points, which was enough for him to travel to the bottom of the ocean another three times.

Of course, he couldn’t be so lucky every time. The sea dragon, the Ghost Blade Clam, and the sea anemones were all very formidable.

Leaning against the broken controller, Han Fei studied the Demon Purification Pot.

Looking at the apple-sized calabash, Han Fei meditated.

“Activate.”

Two thousand points of spiritual energy immediately vanished. Han Fei sensed a hazy mist in his head. When the mist exploded, new understandings popped up in Han Fei’s mind.

There seemed to be a burning furnace in the void. Han Fei had the feeling that he could store anything in the calabash and put together amazing combinations.

In the meantime, an idea came Han Fei’s mind.

Furnace of the Universe: With the universe as the furnace and the spiritual energy as the fire, anything can be built into a weapon.

Han Fei swallowed. With the universe as the furnace? That sounded rather impressive.

However, when he thought of the introduction to Void Fishing, he calmed down. After his transmigration, he had learned to accept the unacceptable.

Han Fei looked at the purple bamboo, the knives from the blade fish, the iron fishing pole, and his ragged clothes. Since he had five knives from the blade fish, he stored one of them in the Furnace of Universe.

The moment the knife disappeared, he saw a hazy space in the calabash where the knife was floating.

“Forge.”

A fire rose immediately. Within a breath, a palm-sized dagger drifted out.

“So quickly?”

Han Fei opened his eyes and saw a dagger falling on his hand.

“Whoa…”

Han Fei was somewhat astounded. My half-meter-long knife was reduced into a small dagger?

Han Fei picked up the knife. For some reason, he felt that the knife was suitable for him.

Trying to test how good the small dagger was, he cut another knife with the dagger, only to widen his eyes. The knife had a huge dent on it.

So good?

Han Fei looked at the purple bamboo and decided to test it again.

Ding…

After a slight tap, Han Fei checked them carefully. Neither the purple bamboo nor the dagger was damaged.

Han Fei was immediately reassured. The purple bamboo must be of a high level.

He looked at the Demon Purification Pot, only to be shocked.

“Tch… I have only 1,053 points left? It cost me 188 points?”

Han Fei hesitated. He was delighted at the result, but the cost was enormous. How much would the purple bamboo cost when a knife had cost so much?

Gritting his teeth, he stored the purple bamboo in the Furnace of Universe and tossed the remaining knives in it. He needed a weapon, and he couldn’t use He Xiaoyu’s bamboo rod all the time.

Han Fei took a deep breath. He still had a cabin of yellow fish. If the spiritual energy was not enough, he could still absorb several hundred points.

Han Fei began forging and wondered what he would get in the end.

After a moment, the calabash glowed, and a purple stick floated out.

Han Fei felt greatly weakened, but he did not feel the urgent need to absorb spiritual energy. He was greatly relieved.

After taking a closer look at the purple stick, Han Fei was immensely satisfied. It was silver on both ends and purple-red at the center.

He realized that the two ends must be made of the knives, and the middle part was made of the purple bamboo.

Purple Bamboo Rod (Mortal Level, Mid Quality)

Note: Made with a 280-year-old purple bamboo and blade fish knives, it can launch sharp blade auras.

Mortal Level, Mid Quality? Weapons are classified in different levels, too? It does make sense, on second thought. However, isn’t the purple bamboo an ultimate treasure? Why is it Mortal Level, Mid Quality now?

Han Fei observed it carefully and weighed it. It was over forty kilograms and could serve as a magnificent weapon.

When Han Fei grasped the rod, he felt that he had used it for years. He tried wielding it. It was slightly heavy but very handy.

Han Fei, delighted, practiced Sweeping Stick. The weapon rattled and radiated as he poured his spiritual energy into it.

At this moment, the purple bamboo rod seemed to have turned into part of Han Fei’s body. His limbs and his body could control and react to the rod precisely.

After wielding it for an hour, Han Fei felt that he was more and more familiar with it. He now also understood the essence of Sweeping Stick.

If He Xiaoyu were here, she would’ve been greatly surprised, because Han Fei’s Sweeping Stick had reached a whole new level at this moment.

“This feels good…”

Han Fei stopped and fell on the ground after an exclamation. The world was swirling before him, and acids were surging from his stomach.

He looked at the Demon Purification Pot, only to smile bitterly. He had used up his spiritual energy after the practice.

Owner: Han Fei

Level: Five (Intermediate Fisher)

Spiritual Energy: 0 (159)

Spiritual Heritage: Level One, High Quality

Weapon: Purple Bamboo Rod

Main Art: Void Fishing, Chapter 1: Hook Kiss (Mortal Level, Divine Quality)

Seeing the number, Han Fei staggered to the cabin where yellow fish were kept and grabbed a yellow fish.

A moment later, the whole cabin was cleared, and his spiritual energy returned to 144 points.

Yes, a whole cabin of yellow fish only provided 144 points of spiritual energy for him.

Han Fei felt like crying. He earned three thousand points of spiritual energy by risking his life twice, but he had spent all of them in less than two minutes.

He saw an enormous pit before him. The refining function alone had stripped him of his spiritual energy. What could Forge the Universe, which required 10,000 points of spiritual energy to be activated, bring him?

Han Fei had a feeling that he needed to worry about spiritual energy all the time in the future. Other people spent several points of spiritual energy at a time, but he spent thousands of them each time although he was only a fisher. How could he make ends meet?

Han Fei sighed and smashed his rod at a corner of the boat to unleash his fury. However, it hit the controller of the boat accidentally, and the wooden cover on it was broken.

Han Fei thought that he was doomed. The boat was damaged in the first place. Would he be demanded compensation for his strike?

Huh?

While Han Fei wondered if he should compensate, he saw a block on the controller that was cut by a knife instead of smashed by his rod.

Han Fei examined it for a long time. Then, his face turned cold.

The fault was not natural?

Who wants to kill me?

The first person he thought of was Hu Kun, but then he shook his head. Hu Kun indeed hated him, but such a little kid wasn’t capable of this. Besides, the guy did not know when he left the island, nor could he sabotage a boat that belonged to the island.

But who else could it be if not Hu Kun? Han Fei did not remember pissing off anyone else.