I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Meanwhile, King Linggan was sitting idly in his water palace, with some river delicacies piled up in front of him. He ate blandly and tastelessly, still thinking about the big fat girl from earlier.

"Damn it, why is it a pig demon in disguise? Where am I going to find a real, fat girl to satisfy my appetite!"

As he was pondering, the King of Inspiration suddenly smelled a strange fragrance wafting from the water, penetrating straight into his internal organs.

He smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but frown, muttering to himself.

"What is this smell? I have been in this river for hundreds of years and have never smelled such a fragrance."

He gave instructions to the demons below.

"Come, show me what is so tempting!"

Not long after the little demons left, they saw the water churning at the cave entrance. The little demons tumbled and crawled in, their faces beaming with joy as they chattered amongst themselves.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something has floated into the river, and it smells incredibly delicious! May the little demons go and try some?"

The King of Inspiration's intuition told him that anything unusual must be a sign of trouble. He had just suffered a great loss on the shore, so how could food be falling into the river on its own?

His face darkened, and he was about to reprimand her when the spotted old woman beside him shouted first.

"Absolutely not! This must be a trap set by those pilgrims on their journey to the West, specifically designed to lure our King ashore. If you are greedy, not only will you be poisoned, but you will also be lured away and skinned alive!"

The little demons looked at each other, swallowing hard and daring not to move.

The King of Inspiration nodded, swallowed a mouthful of food, but found it bland and tasteless.

However, the fragrance grew stronger day by day, making everyone in the Water Palace feel dizzy and nauseous.

The next day, one of the little demons finally couldn't resist and sneaked out of the cave. He grabbed a piece of bait crumb and wolfed it down, his mouth dripping with oil. When he returned, he burped three times and grinned from ear to ear.

Other lesser demons saw this and asked questions.

"How does it taste?"

The little demon gave a thumbs up.

"It's absolutely delicious! One bite and you won't forget it for three days!"

The news spread like wildfire, and more and more fish began to flock together to eat the bait.

Some ate until they were stuffed and full, while others swam back to their caves with large pieces of bait, hiding them in the crevices of the rocks to eat slowly.

The King of Inspiration initially tried to stop it, but later realized he couldn't, so he simply turned a blind eye.

Several days passed in this manner, and the bait used up quickly by the people on the shore, but the Great King of Inspiration did not bite the hook.

Tang Hao, somewhat impatient, frowned and said.

"Brother Ning, we've scattered several tons of bait, and those little monsters in the water are eating it with great relish. Why hasn't King Linggan made a move yet?"

Ning Chen stood with his hands behind his back on the riverbank, gazing at the churning water, a slight smile playing on his lips, and slowly spoke.

"Don't rush, don't rush. It's not time yet."

On this day, the little demon with bait in its mouth swaggered past King Linggan, chewing noisily with its cheeks puffed out like two balls.

The King of Inspiration finally couldn't resist and waved.

"Come here."

The little demon shrank back in fright, but dared not disobey, and had no choice but to grit its teeth and swim forward. King Linggan stared at the golden fragments, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He said with a stern face.

"Give me one."

The little demon cautiously offered a piece, which the Great King of Inspiration took. He first smelled it, and the fragrance went straight to the top of his head, as if a golden thread had penetrated his internal organs.

He thought to himself.

"Just one bite, it won't hurt!"

The spotted mandarin duck woman pleaded with him from the side.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't! This must be a trap set by the pilgrims on their journey to the West. If you eat it, you'll surely lose your life!"

While the King of Inspiration was hesitating, the little demon glared at him and said.

"You old hag, what do you know? We've been eating here for days, and the only result is that we've gotten a little fatter. What's wrong with the King taking a bite? And then you start stirring up trouble!"

The King of Inspiration wholeheartedly agreed, nodded, and slowly put the bait into his mouth.

The moment the bait touched his tongue, the King of Inspiration's eyes widened in shock. An unprecedentedly fresh and fragrant aroma exploded within him, spreading across his taste buds and rushing straight to his brain.

This flavor is sweet with a hint of saltiness, salty with a hint of umami, and umami with a touch of smoky aroma. The various flavors are distinct and layered, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, making it indescribably enjoyable.

The King of Inspiration held the remaining half of the crumb, his hands trembling slightly, his throat bobbing, and two tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

After a long pause, he said in a trembling voice.

"What... what is this taste like? I've never eaten anything so delicious in my entire life!"

He could no longer restrain himself, and with a flick of his sleeve, he shook off the sleeves of the spotted mandarin duck woman who was desperately trying to stop him, and strode out of the water palace.

He followed the fragrance upwards, and suddenly his eyes lit up. In the middle of the river, there was a large, white object hanging there.

This object is round and plump, with a delicate and refined appearance, resembling a chubby little girl. It is surrounded by fragrant mist, captivating the heart and soul.

The King of Inspiration looked closely and saw that the girl had curved eyebrows and a smile on her lips; she was exactly the same girl he had seen in the temple that night.

His mouth watered uncontrollably. He circled the bait ball three times, becoming more and more eager as he looked at it.

There was some kind of restriction flowing around the bait ball, which ordinary little demons could not touch at all. Only he, the demon king, could get past it.

The spotted mandarin duck woman was still standing by, trying to dissuade her.

"Your Majesty! You mustn't! That's a trap!"

The King of Inspiration was so overwhelmed by the fragrance that he paid no heed to the words of the Spotted Mandarin Duck Woman.

A pair of fish-like eyes bulged out of their sockets, staring at the chubby girl.

His heart was burning with greed.

Just one bite, just one bite... nothing will happen.

The little ones have been eating for several days now; if there was anything wrong, they would have been gone long ago.

"Get out of here!"

The King of Inspiration suddenly shouted, and with a swirling golden light, he revealed his true form—a huge goldfish over ten feet long.

His body was covered in shimmering golden scales, his mouth was like a deep pool, and his teeth were like rows of nails.

The red figure soared into the air, its mouth opening wide like a full moon, swallowing the entire bait ball whole in one gulp!

The moment the bait entered my stomach, an extremely rich and fresh flavor filled my entire chest.

The King of Inspiration trembled with happiness, and tears welled up in his eyes again, turning into a string of pearl-like bubbles in the water.

He chewed and sobbed at the same time.

"It's so delicious... so incredibly delicious! Even if someone slapped me right now, I wouldn't let go!"

On the shore, Ning Chen kept his eyes fixed on the thickest fishing rod.

He saw the rod suddenly sink, bending into a full bow shape, and the reel rapidly releasing line, leaving a deep mark on the water's surface.

"middle!"

In the blink of an eye, Ning Chen formed hand seals, and his magical power surged down the fishing line. The Sun God Needle burst forth with light and entered the body of the Great King of Inspiration three inches deep.

Ren Jinyu possessed profound cultivation, having refined his scales to the point of being as solid as a copper wall or iron barrier, yet he lacked such supernatural abilities within his body.

The sun needle was inside his body, wrapping around his spine three times, making it difficult for him to escape no matter how much he struggled.

Upon seeing the fish hooked, Luo Zhantian, a seasoned angler, rushed forward first, shouting loudly.

"Let go, let the teacher handle it!"

He grabbed the giant alloy fishing rod, planted his feet firmly in the muddy bank, and pulled back with all his might.

Underwater, the Great King of Inspiration was caught in the hook, his bones tangled, and excruciating pain shot through him.

He finally realized that his greed had led him into the trap set by the pilgrims!