The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Arrogance was getting into the swing of things, Ye Ninghan let him fish alone and turned to sit down next to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou smiled and, seeing Ye Ninghan's curious expression, recounted what he had just witnessed to her.

Ye Ninghan couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Su also frequently participates in various competitions, but he always only gets a participation award and leaves."

Why?

Fang Zhou looked at Ye Ninghan curiously, thinking that Su Yan should have some strength.

Despite his appearance, he's quite a little genius; he shouldn't always be at the bottom.

Ye Ninghan's expression was somewhat subtle as she explained to Fang Zhou:

"Is this how you can get more contributions? Some disciples have counted that at the most extreme time, he participated in twenty-three matches by himself."

It's said he's learned some kind of clone technique; he'll sign up for any competition that doesn't restrict his personal attendance.

Fang Zhou was stunned. He hadn't expected Su Yan to have done such a thing. Was this how sword cultivators usually acted?

He thought about it carefully, then began to complain:

"Isn't Brother Su's father the peak master of Holy Sword Peak? He shouldn't lack contributions. Besides, does participating in so many competitions really increase contributions?"

"Uh, Senior Brother Su used to be quite...unique."

Ye Ninghan thought for a long time before explaining to Fang Zhou.

"When Senior Brother Su first started learning swordsmanship, he was quite lively. He not only refused Peak Master Su's teachings, but also said that only by relying on himself could he become a true great sword immortal."

Back then, Senior Brother Su would use his disciple token to send out some very eccentric messages all the time, until Peak Master Su asked Senior Sister Jiang to teach him a lesson, and only then did Senior Brother Su quiet down a bit.

"Wait a minute, unique? How unique?"

Fang Zhou interrupted Ye Ninghan and moved closer to her.

"You can see things like 'After I learned swordsmanship, no one can claim supremacy in front of me' in Senior Sister Jiang's book. After Senior Brother Su gained enlightenment, he deleted those words, but Senior Sister Jiang still has a backup."

Ye Ninghan didn't mind, smiled, and moved closer to Fang Zhou.

"During that period, Senior Brother Su said, 'Even without relying on my parents, I can still become the number one swordsman.' From then on, Senior Brother Su relied entirely on his own training."

After he heard that there was a guaranteed contribution reward for participating in the competition, he started doing it frequently, and other disciples of Holy Sword Peak followed suit, almost making it a tradition.

Fang Zhou looked at Su Yan, who was happily fishing on the shore. Yes, that was his true form.

Fang Zhou's expression was somewhat subtle. He hadn't expected Su Yan to be like this before. Even in another world, there are people with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Hagisu, you've really surprised me.

"That's enough for you two."

Xiao Li couldn't help but purse her lips as she watched Fang Zhou and Ye Ninghan getting so close together.

What are these two people doing in front of a juvenile dragon that is several hundred years old?

Fang Zhou and Ye Ninghan exchanged a smile, silently moved apart a little, and began to concentrate on fishing.

Before long, Fang Zhou and his group, as well as the others on the shore, all caught big fish.

Some people were not even satisfied with the fish weighing over 100 pounds and put it back.

The fish in this lake were not only plentiful but also large, but Fang Zhou glanced at where the old deacon was and couldn't help but laugh.

The old deacon had a gloomy expression. He watched as the people around him kept catching big fish, while he hadn't caught a single one.

Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and took out a piece of bright red flesh from his storage ring.

"Hmm, this is interesting. They're resorting to tools since they can't catch fish?"

Fang Zhou lifted his fishing rod and killed a fish weighing over a hundred pounds. He tossed the fish to Xiao Yue and Xiao Xue, who had just woken up, and the two animals ate it with relish.

Xiao Li also sensed something and looked at the old deacon.

"No way, is this guy cursed? He can't catch any fish, and he's even bringing out dragon meat."

Dragon beasts are monsters containing dragon blood. They are stronger than ordinary monsters, and their flesh and blood are more attractive than ordinary meat because they contain dragon blood.

Unlike the sentient demon race, demon beasts are completely devoid of intelligence, possessing only the instinct to constantly eat and reproduce. Therefore, the demon race generally does not consider demon beasts to be their kind, since they even eat their own kind.

Fang Zhou's expression was somewhat subtle; at least he didn't see any curse on the old deacon.

The old deacon hooked the dragon meat onto the fishing hook and skillfully cast his line.

Before long, the lake began to boil.

The other disciples were also drawn to the scene, and then they all looked at the old deacon.

The old deacon paid no attention, excitedly gripping his fishing rod and staring intently at the boiling lake surface.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on something, and the fishing rod in his hand bent sharply into a fully drawn bow.

The lake surface churned more and more violently, and Xiao Li's large boat began to sway slightly. A huge shadow could be vaguely seen beneath the surface of the lake.

The disciples on the shore cheered for the old deacon, eager to see what he had caught.

"This thing doesn't look like a fish."

Fang Zhou looked at the shadow beneath the lake's surface, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Yes, it looks like a dragon beast."

Xiao Li nodded, blinked her golden pupils, and retorted,

"Who told him to use dragon meat as bait when he couldn't catch any fish? Now he's actually raised a dragon beast."

So he used dragon meat to build the nest! No wonder there are so many big fish here.

Fang Zhou glanced subtly at the shadow, and with so many fish around, the old deacon was still able to accurately catch the dragon beast.

In a way, the old deacon was lucky; at least the dragon beast was grateful and took the bait willingly.

Just as Fang Zhou was feeling sentimental, the shadow finally surfaced on the water under the old deacon's pull.

A giant dragon's head was desperately biting a fishing line, trying to bite it off.

It shook its head wildly, making the waves on the lake even more turbulent.

The waves crashed against Xiao Li's boat, but the spiritual patterns engraved on the hull dissipated their power, and the boat eventually swayed slightly.

The group watched the dragon beast struggle up close. Ye Ninghan covered her mouth and chuckled, staring arrogantly at the dragon beast. Xiaoyue and Xiaoxue stood behind their master and breathed on the dragon.

"I thought it was a miracle, but it turns out to be a dragon beast."

"Don't say that, the butler is almost crying."

"By the way, is a dragon considered a fish? I just caught a 500-pound fish, and I'm hoping to be number one."

"No, that doesn't count. This dragon beast should be a snake in disguise, not a fish."

The old deacon remained expressionless, and no matter how much the dragon beast struggled, he couldn't budge his hand.

The equipment he commissioned from the Sacred Artifact Peak was not something a dragon beast with only the strength to the Profound Core stage could break free from.

The disciples' words on the shore were like sharp knives, piercing his heart again and again.

"Wow, the butler's fishing rod and line are amazing, they don't break at all."

Unfortunately, all they caught was a snake.