Ethan entered the inn, calmly handing over ten top grade spiritual crystals.
Inside, seventy six people had already registered, eager to take the teleportation formation to the Noble Sun city.
With only a few more days required to gather the full hundred, Ethan found himself with a lot of ti to spare.
As he left the inn, a sudden thought flickered in his mind—Alicia’s voice echoed softly.
[Sir, fishing mission released.]
[This fishing mission: Catch ten large grass carps to complete the task and claim rewards.]
The mission had arrived just in ti.
A smile crept across Ethan’s lips.
Why not engage in so fishing while waiting?
After Sun Moon Lake’s strange upheaval, several days of rain had fallen.
The water level, which had plumted rapidly, returned to its forr grandeur.
Yet this ti, the lake no longer brimd with rich spiritual energy.
The priceless essence of the sun and moon—the cultivator’s treasured spiritual energy—was gone.
With the lake losing its magical effect, the three major families stationed around it withdrew their experts.
There was no reason to guard lifeless water, only wasting manpower and resources.
Thus, Sun Moon Lake transford from the private domain of the three families into a land without ownership.
Still, the beauty remained, untouched by mortal comrce.
Sun Moon City’s citizens took to visiting the lake, enchanted by its serene ambience.
In just ten days, lively neighborhoods sprang up around its shimring shores.
The foundations were laid, but the houses were far from complete.
Ethan approached the lake, pausing amidst the bustle of workers.
He couldn’t help but sigh quietly.
No matter the world, there were always those who saw opportunity and sought profit.
Fishing was no longer just Ethan’s hobby here.
Many fishern lined the lake’s banks, patiently casting lines.
Finding a quiet corner, Ethan settled down and began to fish.
Two hours later, triumphant, he reeled in the tenth large grass carp.
"Ten carps—mission complete!" he muttered, about to toss the hefty fish back into the lake.
Suddenly, a man’s voice rose behind him.
"Little brother, aren’t you keeping any fish? Sell one—I’ll pay you handsoly."
Several people stood gathered behind Ethan, eyes fixed on his remarkable catches.
To cultivators, such a fish was trivial.
But for ordinary folk, such a prize ant several als or even a handso profit.
Ethan replied warmly, "Sure, take it."
With a deft flick, he tossed the twenty pound fish to the man behind him.
The man caught it eagerly, a broad smile lighting his face.
"Thank you, little brother! Now my sick mother and wife who had just given birth, can enjoy warm fish soup tonight!"
Ethan’s hands gestured to several large wooden barrels lined beside him.
"Take the fish, one apiece."
With this, Ethan set down the barrels, packed away his fishing gear, donned his bamboo hat, and turned toward the city.
The crowd murmured in admiration, "Such a kind man! Truly big hearted!"
Watching them, Ethan shook his head with a soft smile.
Cultivators and ordinary people lived by different rhythms.
Yes, cultivators knew the sorrow of weakness.
In their world, weakness was sin—the greatest sha of all.
But for all living beings, life flowed onward regardless.
None were truly sad—this was life itself.
Each struggled, seized the mont, and sought to live fully.
Death awaited all, yet every soul fought passionately against its coming.
Ethan departed the lakeside, Alicia’s voice ringing in his mind once more.
[Congratulations, Sir, on completing the fishing mission.]
[Reward: Great Soul Searching Technique!]
[Much luck! Receive a surprise grand prize: Super Inheritance technique—the Abyssal Sixteen Arts!]
"I’m lucky to have gained a super Inheritance technique!" Ethan whispered, eyes gleaming.
Returning to the city, he sought out the Peace Inn, checked into a quiet room, and began studying the new skills with unwavering focus.
The Great Soul Searching Technique was an ancient auxiliary thod, designed to detect souls and uncover mories.
Not an offensive skill, but invaluable.
With it, no one could conceal secrets from him.
Catch a foe, use this technique, and knowledge would spill forth like water.
The surprise prize was even more thrilling.
The Abyssal Sixteen Arts—the fabled physical battle thod of the Heavenly Demon Clan, a supre inheritance especially designed for their fierce physical cultivators.
"I love close combat!" Ethan’s eyes glittered with excitent.
He settled cross-legged and commanded Alicia to integrate the two techniques.
[Integrating, please wait.]
[Congratulations, Sir! Integration has begun.]
The inheritance technique and the Soul searching technique flooded his mind.
In just an hour, Ethan had fully mastered both techniques.
Vivid training scenes rged fluidly with his mories.
He felt as if he practiced hundreds of tis.
The Abyssal Sixteen Arts comprised sixteen powerful postures.
Each move packed imnse force.
The thod emphasized precision; each punch condensed intent before layering atop the last.
By the sixteenth form, the fist’s power would superimpose sixteen tis, growing exponentially.
Sixteen layers of punch intent, transforming the world by sheer force.
While not said to rend heaven and earth, it could shatter mountains and crack rocks.
Ethan imagined amplifying his bone treasure technique, Dharma body power, and devouring strength, then layering sixteen forms of fist intent together.
Could he finally kill Oswin, the eighth-turn Mahayana cultivator?
Three days later.
The total number of individuals eager to use the teleportation formation reached exactly one hundred.
Ethan approached the massive formation freely.
This formation mirrored the one nestled beneath Sun Moon Lake.
Ordinary formation compasses could not transport people.
It was intricate, arranged long ago with calculated precision, laying still through the ages.
Ti had weathered so damage, but dedicated masters tended and repaired it.
The one hundred people gathered on a circular stone platform.
Deep engravings traced complex patterns onto its surface.
Ethan activated his Heaven-piercing Mind Eye.
Undeniably, an ancient teleportation formation lay before him.
Countless clustered lights, thirty-six formation eyes, flickered softly.
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