Chapter 489: Fishing God Sect

The fishing competition had no standardized vessels, so it became a case of the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own divine power.

The big shots invited from all over finally had room to shine.

They did their utmost to flaunt their wealth, pulling out their most prized Power-Enhancing Artifact boats, Power-Enhancing Artifact fishing rods… some even brought their Sect’s private Cloud Boats, letting their fishing lines dangle from the edges, trailing long and far into the sea.

The deep-sea Demon Klaus, meanwhile, had silently submerged into the water, quietly biding his time.

Jiang Ke’er also boarded a small boat with the three little ones and Qiao Xiaoxian, drifting lazily toward the open sea.

This was the first time going out to play with her mommies, and the little Poached Egg was feeling quite shy.

She timidly transformed into a tiny chick and perched atop Jiang Ke’er’s head, not daring to take human form, just affectionately clinging to Jiang Ke’er while looking around.

Jiang Ke’er chuckled softly as she pulled out her fishing rod.

“Hahaha, look at that guy over there! He actually brought a bamboo stick to compete! That’s hilarious… this fishing competition really lets any oddball in!”

The moment she pulled out her fishing rod, she heard mocking laughter coming from not far away.

It was a magnificent Cloud Boat, floating steadily above the sea’s surface.

Huge banners fluttered atop the Cloud Boat, every single one emblazoned with a large character reading “God.”

“The Fishing God Sect actually sent people!”

The surrounding competitors buzzed with shocked whispers. They actually came out of seclusion to join such an obscure little competition…

“I’ve seen this before, this is the Fishing God Sect’s signature display! The real deal!”

“The legendary inheritors of the Fishing Immortal? The one who weathered the Lightning Tribulation through the art of fishing and achieved ascension… his Sect? No way! Then it’s over, we don’t stand a chance.”

Jiang Ke’er tilted her head up curiously.

Several Cloud Boats of similar grandeur floated nearby, each bearing banners with the “God” character, their decks lined with professional fishing and catching equipment.

Clearly, these were all so-called disciples of the Fishing God Sect.

They had dispatched a considerable number of people to join this competition, displaying an obvious intention to monopolize the top hundred rankings.

These Fishing God Sect disciples wore arrogant expressions, likely relishing the rare chance at a competition that matched their specialty and offered rich rewards.

In their eyes, joining this contest was like higher-dimensional beings crushing lower-dimensional ants — effortless.

Perhaps fueled by overconfidence, or maybe carrying some hidden agenda, some disciples began taunting the Cultivators below.

Their mockery was targeted — they wouldn’t provoke powerful Cultivators, only picking on soft targets with weak Cultivation Base, like Jiang Ke’er’s boat.

However, Jiang Ke’er noticed that she wasn’t the only one being mocked. Many low-Cultivation Base fishermen and veteran anglers with seemingly superb skills were also being ridiculed.

Mockery was a common strategic tactic in the Xiushiquan, used to dismantle an opponent’s mentality and push them into making mistakes out of anger.

This was especially effective for an activity like fishing, which required patience and keenness.

It seemed the Fishing God Sect was well aware of fishing competition’s unpredictability and didn’t hold a hundred percent certainty of victory, so they resorted to dirty tricks.

Jiang Ke’er lightly tapped her temple, sending a message to Klaus.

“Got hooked!”

Soon, the fishing equipment on one Cloud Boat reacted, its long fishing line snapping taut instantly.

The Fishing God Sect disciple hurriedly cranked the reel, trying to haul up the bait that had taken the hook. However, the disciple working the reel was suddenly flung back hard by an immense force from the handle!

Immediately after, several of the Fishing God Sect’s Cloud Boats all triggered hook reactions simultaneously! The reels spun wildly as one, the force so overwhelming they couldn’t hold on at all!

If they used their Cultivation Base, they could naturally manage it… but the nine large characters “fishing competition prohibits the use of any Spiritual Powet” still floated by the shore! If they dared to use their Cultivation Base, they’d be instantly disqualified!

The Silk Threads on the reels were quickly depleted. With a dull “thump,” the lines pulled taut, leaving the Cloud Boats with no buffer left — they had no choice but to absorb the full force!

That ferocious power yanked the Cloud Boats wildly in the same direction, dragging them together at breakneck speed, seemingly about to collide!

“Boom—”

Another dull crash sounded as the bows of the Cloud Boats were forcibly dragged into the seawater.

Waves crashed over their ornate decorations and slammed hard into the Fishing God Sect disciples, the towering swells knocking them into the sea.

“Serves them right!”

The surrounding Cultivators had long been disgusted by their arrogant demeanor, and they burst into laughter and cheers of approval.

The Fishing God Sect disciples, meanwhile, turned red-faced with frantic anxiety.

The fishing lines were extremely sturdy, designed to catch giant fish, but at this moment they had become a double-edged sword.

The Cloud Boats being dragged underwater was only the beginning. The excessive speed pulled the boats together, and the next thing to come was the miserable spectacle of a chain collision.

“Cut the lines!”

The Fishing God Sect disciples began screaming at the top of their lungs.

Just then, a colossal dark shadow burst forth from beneath the sea’s surface.

Its massive body was the size of seven or eight Cloud Boats combined! It leaped high into the air, sending up a glittering curtain of water, then crashed back down with tremendous force! Its glossy skin was covered in a full layer of barnacles that spoke of ages past.

“Rumble—”

The Giant Whale’s sudden breach caught the Fishing God Sect disciples completely off guard. They lost their balance and utterly failed to cut the Silk Threads in time.

As the spray drenched every competitor into a sopping mess, all the Fishing God Sect’s Cloud Boats slammed heavily into one another.

Their hull bones let out cracking sounds of unbearable strain, precious materials and Wood Shavings scattered everywhere from the damaged vessels, and a large number of Fishing God Sect disciples were instantly injured.

The Giant Whale’s plunge after its roll simultaneously kicked up colossal waves that blotted out the sky.

Fortunately, the great Fishing God Sect’s Cloud Boats blocked the waves, preventing too many other competitors from being affected.

Jiang Ke’er wrung out her soaking wet long hair, her mouth slightly agape, feeling that something seemed a bit off.

She had asked Klaus to mess with the Fishing God Sect, but did it really need to be on such a grand scale?

[It wasn’t me!] Klaus quickly defended himself, even poking his little head out by the boat to prove his innocence. “I hadn’t even made my move yet… that thing appeared out of nowhere!”

Appeared out of nowhere?

For something to appear suddenly without even Klaus noticing — that was no small matter.

For now, everyone was still cheering at the Fishing God Sect’s misfortune, not yet noticing anything unusual.

Jiang Ke’er hurriedly sent a communication to Huang Bozhong: “There’s been an unexpected turn of events. Please announce to everyone that they may lift their power restrictions and use Spiritual Powet for self-defense if they encounter danger.”

By then, half of the Fishing God Sect’s Cloud Boats were already shattered. Upon hearing Huang Bozhong’s new rule announcement, they erupted into furious curses—

“Why didn’t you announce this earlier! You’re just trying to mess with our heads, aren’t you!”

But only the Fishing God Sect was furious. The other anglers had suffered no losses, and having personally witnessed the Fishing God Sect’s arrogant taunts, they not only held no resentment but laughed and mocked them right back.

The Fishing God Sect was beside themselves with rage, but they had stirred up too much public outrage to dare talk back.

They could only slink away and use Formation Arts to repair their Cloud Boats, hurrying to restore their combat capability — at the very least, they couldn’t lose the competition. That was their bottom line.

Jiang Ke’er’s spirits also lifted.

The unexpected incident had added a fresh new flavor of fun to this competition.

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