Chapter 690: Chapter 131: Fishing Saint Heir, Battle of the Top 100 Saint Heirs (Two-in-One)
When all the recorded cultivation techniques in the Sword Tower had been cultivated into Dao Domains, Li Hao’s count of Dao Domains reached 172 layers!
Among them, there were over a hundred Sword Domains!
Once unfolded, the Sword Qi soared within the Dao Domains. Now stacked together, these domains, each condensed with different Sword Intent, tended toward rging.
Li Hao didn’t know what kind of might and situation it would present if the Dao Domains rged into a singular, complete domain.
Regrettably, he had already recorded all the cultivation techniques within the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. If he wanted to continue improving, he could only check other forces, as his Dao Domain once again hit a bottleneck.
After Li Hao finished his cultivation, the second-choice battle the following day comnced.
Before the battle of the top hundred, there were three rounds of selections to ultimately choose the top hundred fighters who would clash with the Saint Heirs and saintesses.
Li Hao accompanied Lin Shanhai and other Alchemists there, but this ti he did not go to watch the battle. Having recorded all the techniques from the Sword Tower, staying here would only allow him to draw and harvest experience. However, compared to drawing, Li Hao had more suitable people for that, and presently, he could also gather so fishing experience.
Li Hao noticed that besides the Yao Ancestor and two other Semi-Saints, the Saint Heirs and saintesses who watched the battle before hadn’t co this ti.
Lin Qingyue was sitting in the courtyard comprehending Sword Dao before they left, clearly preparing for the upcoming grand battle.
Despite the fierce battles before the ten platforms, Li Hao felt a calm before the storm.
Yet at this storm, it was unknown who could stir the wind and clouds, shining uniquely.
Li Hao hoped it would be Lin Qingyue.
…
Upon arriving at the Sword Tower where the environnt was silent and secluded, as Li Hao approached, a figure appeared in front of him instantaneously – it was the Sword Attendant man from yesterday.
Seeing Li Hao arrive again, sowhat surprised, he asked, “Are you here to return or exchange a cultivation technique?”
Understanding the imnse difficulty of the Great Sword Technique, the Sword Attendant could comprehend if Li Hao wanted to exchange, as without considerable innate talent in Sword Dao, pondering over this was rely a waste of ti.
“No, I’ve co to visit the Sword Master. I wonder if the Sword Master is fishing today?”
Li Hao spoke with a bow.
The Sword Attendant smiled, enlightened, “The master is fishing at Sword Cliff. It’s good you understand, you can indeed keep him company. He gets quite lonely.”
Saying this, a sigh appeared in his eyes.
These disciples, though wanting to accompany their master, unfortunately had terrible fishing skills. During the tedious wait for the fish to bite, their minds often wandered to Sword Dao, and they didn’t even notice when their bait was stolen—thus infuriating the master, who eventually preferred not to have their company.
In front of Sword Cliff, when Li Hao and the Sword Attendant arrived, they saw the sa scene as yesterday: the Sword Master was fishing at the edge of the cliff.
Sensing sothing, the Sword Master’s voice carried over, “You’re here, did you bring your fishing rod?”
“I don’t have a rod; I use the casting line thod,”
Li Hao said.
“Can you form the line with energy? The critters in the Dragon Pool below are quite cunning, it might not be easy to hook them,” said the Sword Master.
“Let’s give it a try,” Li Hao smiled. When it ca to fishing, he was not to be underestimated.
“Then co and try,”
said the Sword Master.
Li Hao imdiately stepped forward, sat near the Sword Master on a dark-brown stone.
At that mont, sitting at the edge of the Sword Cliff, his sight naturally fell to the deep bottom of the cliff, where the depth asured tens of thousands of feet.
At the bottom, there was a waterfall furiously crashing, forming a deep pool where vast shadows moved faintly.
Li Hao’s eyes brightened slightly. He raised his hand, forming the line from energy, then secretly using the Concealnt Skill technique, quietly cast the line down.
The Sword Master glimpsed Li Hao’s technique, raising his eyebrows slightly, then curving the corners of his mouth. It seed the expertise wasn’t a fluke yesterday. This young fellow indeed had so research, such subtle Concealnt Skill if used on oneself, could indeed cultivate into an advanced Concealnt Skill.
Yet he was casually using this effort on fishing, there was no doubt, this was true love.
“You haven’t baited your hook yet,”
the Sword Master said plainly.
Li Hao smiled and replied, “Baitless yet willing, the willing shall bite.”
“Hmm?”
Hearing this, the Sword Master’s eyes flickered, his thoughts slightly drifting from his own fishing rod, focusing a bit on Li Hao’s extrely subtle fishing line.
At this mont, Li Hao was also intently waiting.
Although fishing seed leisurely, it was actually a cerebral ga of patience and strategy, requiring one to hide their intent, gauge the fish’s mood, and strategize the fishing spot—all a ntal contest.
At this mont, Li Hao’s fishing line was hidden near the edge of the Dragon Pool, at the most inconspicuous position, with the line ending in a curved hook, barely visible.
“Old Wu, look. Is that a hook?”
“It seems like it, a fishing hook!”
Inside the Dragon Pool, several large Dragon Demons were roaming, all noticing the barely visible hook.
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