God of Fishing

Appearing in Forge the Universe, Han Fei subconsciously patted his chest. There were a thousand hero souls as strong as Hidden Fishers. He would’ve been cut into pieces if he had slowed down.

Han Fei sat on the ground.

Obviously, the power of a Hanging Fisher wasn’t enough to support him through the Desolation Graveyard.

Could he protect himself? Han Fei knew that he could probably fight one or two of the enemies, but when faced with a thousand of them, there wasn’t another way except escaping.

Also, Han Fei found that in order to pass the Desolation Graveyard, he had to be very fast. With his current speed and battle pace, he probably couldn’t even endure three hours in this place, much less three days.

Han Fei looked at the bones and took a deep breath. He decided to become a Hidden Fisher first.

According to the current pace, he would catch a Wind Sky Wing very fast, or he had to do it outside of the Desolation Graveyard. Either way, there would be sufficient time for him to become a Hidden Fisher.

Thinking that through, Han Fei instantly sat cross-legged.

“Break!”

Hum!

A tremendous amount of spiritual energy surged into Han Fei’s body crazily.

Maybe because Han Fei had laid a solid foundation as a Hanging Fisher, Han Fei’s breakthrough was surprisingly successful. While the crazily-surging spiritual energy became sticky, his mutated veins didn’t feel strange at all.

After only an hour, Han Fei already felt that his senses had been expanded, and that an uncanny power was entering his body.

At that moment, Han Fei felt that his power was soaring, and that sticky impurities were discharged from his body. His head couldn’t be clearer.

At that very moment, Han Fei seemed to see a path, but it was vague and blurry.

He somehow had an epiphany. The Hidden Fishers seemed to be seeking and creating a path. Was the path going to be his too?

Han Fei sensed that he understood something, but he didn’t fully understand it.

The breakthrough went on just like before.

The spiritual energy came in one wave after another incessantly.

An hour later, the filling of spiritual energy finally stopped.

Han Fei opened his eyes and his mouth, exhaling the dirty air in his body.

Is this the power of a Hidden Fisher?

Han Fei rose and quietly examined himself. In terms of strength, he felt like he was fifty percent stronger than before.

At this moment, Han Fei somehow remembered Wang Dashuai’s big door. It seemed that holding the door wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

Hiss! So unbelievable! It’s definitely more than a million kilograms. Wait, holding the door is not a problem at all…

Han Fei never knew that the breakthrough to a Hidden Fisher would increase his strength by so much. He even suspected that he might be twice as strong as before.

What did it mean? A punch of his fist could cause a force of a thousand tons?

Han Fei quickly checked his information.

Han Fei

51 (Junior Hidden Fisher)

: 5,062,236 (23,886)

3,001/3,001

29,999 Meters

Level Seven, Low Quality

Spiritual Beast: Twin Yin-Yang Spirit Swallowing Fish (level-45)

Divine Manipulation Technique, Volume Five of Void Fishing (Heaven-Level, Divine-Quality)

…

“Hiss!”

Han Fei was stunned and rubbed his eyes in surprise. Had the upper limit of his spiritual energy been improved by almost four thousand points?

He didn’t see the number coming at all. His level was only 51, which meant that he had stabilized himself in level-50 and rose by another level.

Yet, the single level-up had increased the upper limit of his spiritual energy by so much?

“Gudu!”

Han Fei swallowed hard. No wonder they say that one step will be a major breakthrough when you become a Hidden Fisher! It’s truly an accurate description! The increase of one minor level is as good as that of a major level when I was a Hanging Fisher!

Han Fei was delighted, but he didn’t get too excited. He took out 27 level-two Soul Crystals, which weren’t a lot but could still more or less improve his spiritual power and senses.

Half an hour later, when Han Fei’s spiritual power was increased to 3,168 and his perception range to 31,999 meters, the progress stopped.

Han Fei had used up all his level-two Soul Crystals without leaving any. He couldn’t help but regret his poorness again.

Han Fei had something more important to do than to hunt the Wind Sky Wing hero souls.

The array of the Spiritual Sea appeared in his head, and he tried to enter the Spiritual Sea again.

A hundred seconds passed.

Huh? I can’t get in?

Are you kidding me? Didn’t they say that the Spiritual Sea is accessible when you have a major breakthrough? Is my advancement to the Hidden Fisher level not a major breakthrough?

No, I have to try again.

Another hundred seconds passed.

Han Fei heaved a long sigh. It was exactly what Shu Shan had said. It was just a matter of luck!

Failing to enter the Spiritual Sea, Han Fei focused his eyes on the bones.

He had already noticed that anything could be corroded in the Desolation Graveyard, including the Semi-Divine equipment. Then why were the bones intact?

If the bones were invulnerable, wouldn’t he be able to walk freely in the Desolation Graveyard if he crafted a battle suit with the bones?

Immediately, Han Fei summoned the Demon Purification Pot.

He threw dozens of bones into the Demon Purification Pot and imagined the look of a battle suit.

However, before he could finish his design, a white crystal the size of a thumb flew out after a tremendous amount of spiritual energy was consumed.

A piece of information popped up in Han Fei’s eyes.

Essence of Wind

A material made of the Wind Sky Wings’ bones that are full of the Desolation Gales. It can be used to craft Divine weapons.

“Huh? A material?”

Han Fei was lost for words. Dozens of bones had been compressed to such a tiny bit?

However, when he saw that the Essence of Wind could be used to craft Divine weapons, he took a deep breath and exclaimed, “Materials for Divine Weapons!?”

Remembering the bones that were all over the Desolation Graveyard, Han Fei became excited.

I’m getting rich! It’s extremely hard to get materials for Divine weapons. Who could’ve thought that they’re everywhere in the Desolation Graveyard?

Han Fei had a lot of mixed feelings.

Someone else might’ve also thought that the bones could be crafted into battle suits that could resist the Desolation Gales.

However, Han Fei was certain that they would never succeed. He had got such a tiny bit from dozens of bones. In order to gather the Essence of Wind the size of an adult’s fist, hundreds of bones would be needed.

Who could’ve thought that ultra-quality materials were so hard to get?

Han Fei didn’t have to purify them crazily just yet. He had to find out how much spiritual energy it would require to purify them.

This time, he intended to purify them with the spiritual energy he had stored.

He threw a hundred bones into the Demon Purification Pot.

About fifty seconds later, a crystal that was slightly bigger than the previous Essence of Wind flew out, and Han Fei slightly frowned at his loss.

It took more than 440,000 points of spiritual energy, enough to forge an ultra-quality spiritual weapon!

However, Han Fei didn’t panic at all.

He had made a lot of money by helping Cao Qiu and the others catch the Wind Sky Wings. He could craft two fists’ worth of Essence of Wind first.

A moment later, more than eight million points of spiritual energy were consumed, and two balls of Essence of Wind the size of fists appeared.

Han Fei instantly became grave.

They were not nearly enough to craft a Divine battle suit! If he were to keep purifying, it would take at least eighty million points of spiritual energy to get enough materials for a battle suit.

Immediately, Han Fei summoned his golden battle suit and gnashed his teeth, “Reforge.”

He spent another eight million points of spiritual energy gathering Essence of Wind. Then, he believed that it was enough to be fused into the golden battle suit.

After all, it was his battle suit, not a piece of armor. He didn’t have to be as extravagant as Cao Qiu.

Cutting his connection to the golden battle suit, Han Fei threw the golden battle suit and six pieces of Essence of Wind into the Demon Purification Pot.

A moment later, another eight million points of spiritual energy was consumed. As a result, he only had 110 million points of spiritual energy left.

Of course, what delighted him was that a brand-new battle suit appeared in front of his eyes.

The golden color of the suit was gone, replaced by a greenish color plus gold. The battle suit included shoes, armored pants, a breastplate, a cloak and a high collar. It was in a modern style.

A string of data appeared in his eyes.

Feather Suit of Wind

It’s made of a golden battle suit and the Essence of Wind. It weighs ten thousand kilograms and is extremely sturdy. It’s fifty percent more resistant to gales than regular Divine battle suits. No obvious shortcomings.

Low-Quality Divine Equipment

None

Note: Because of the restrictions of its materials, it can only be reforged into a low-quality battle suit at best.

Han Fei grinned. A piece of low-quality Divine equipment was definitely worth the cost!

Divine equipment might sound similar to the Semi-Divine, but it was of a much better quality. At this moment, the Feather Suit of Wind didn’t have a sealed spirit. He might as well seal a soul in it on his way out.

In that way, the Feather Suit of Wind might turn into mid-quality Divine equipment.

Of course, the first thing to do was to refine the Feather Suit of Wind. Han Fei didn’t really dare to let it acknowledge him, or he would probably lose ninety percent of his blood.

When he refined Snowmourne earlier, he would’ve been drained if he hadn’t made blood for himself nonstop at the cost of his storage.

“Chila!”

Han Fei cut his hand and pressed it on the Feather Suit of Wind. Immediately, the blood in Han Fei’s body surged and gathered at his palm.

After only twenty seconds, he lost ten percent of his blood.

Fifty seconds later, thirty percent of his blood was gone.

A hundred seconds later, fifty percent of the blood disappeared.

Han Fei had already started swallowing spiritual fruits since the fiftieth second. He also cast the Divine Healing Technique on himself.

Hum!

After fifty percent of his blood was sucked, he finally stopped bleeding, and he put on the Feather Suit of Wind.

“Haha! It suits me perfectly!”