Chapter 348: The Bottleneck Gap, Fishing Grounds! - Part 3
Li Hao's fishing obsession was ignited by the elder, and naturally, he had no reason to decline. He immediately released his celestial energy, which fluttered into the lake like a silk thread.
Li Hao had already observed the location and conditions of this lake, and with his fishing skills, he quickly expected to hook something.
Time passed quietly. A plate of crispy fried meat had already been finished, and the wine in Li Hao's cup was gone. His celestial energy had been burned to a denser and thicker state, faintly showing signs of stretching.
But compared to the changes within his body, Li Hao’s mind was entirely focused on fishing. He was surprised to find that he hadn’t caught anything yet.
He considered using his spiritual sense to probe the bottom of the lake. Could it be that there was only a single carp in the entire lake?
But in the end, he held back.
He refused to believe that with his fishing skills, he couldn’t catch anything.
As time passed, the elder beside him once again reeled in a tiger shrimp, but Li Hao still had no catch.
“What’s going on?”
Li Hao's face showed astonishment, and he felt as though his worldview had been shaken.
Could it be that the elder had some legendary beginner’s luck?
“Boy, your mind is too restless. This is a taboo of fishing,” the elder said with a smile.
Li Hao snapped back to his senses, realizing that his thoughts had been disordered. He immediately calmed himself down. This time, he used the powers of space and time origin to extend his line into the lake, searching for his prey.
But as he searched in all directions, he found nothing— the lake was empty.
Just as Li Hao thought the only two prey in the lake had already been caught, the elder once again pulled up the line, and a black water catfish was hauled out.
Li Hao fell silent.
At this moment, if he didn’t realize something was wrong, he would truly be numb to it.
However, Li Hao didn’t know where the problem lay.
He stared at the surface of the lake, examining it carefully, but he still couldn’t detect anything unusual.
As time passed, the stars shifted, and night fell. The starry sky scattered its light over the lake, casting spotty reflections.
The elder lifted his fishing rod, casually dumping the three catches from his basket back into the water.
“The sky is getting late. My wife’s waiting for me to eat,” the elder said as he stood, patting his sore back.
Li Hao snapped back to reality and noticed he had caught nothing. He felt a bit unwilling—this was the first time he had been completely outclassed by someone else in fishing, and he lost in such an unbelievable manner.
“I’ll fish a bit longer,” Li Hao muttered stubbornly, still holding on.
The elder chuckled and said, “Boy, you have the skill, but do you know why you haven’t caught anything?”
“Why?” Li Hao asked, unable to resist.
“Because this is my fishing ground,” the elder said with a smile, then picked up his rod and turned to leave the mountain.
Li Hao watched the elder’s figure disappear into the forest, but his mind was left in a thunderous daze.
“...Fishing ground.”
Li Hao's mind hummed as the words echoed in his head, like the thunderous sound of the Dao, and what he heard wasn’t simply the ordinary fishing ground of a mortal. It was as if countless spiritual lights exploded and merged into a single word: domain.
In an instant, Li Hao had a moment of enlightenment, as though a light had been shone upon him.
No wonder. No wonder he hadn’t caught anything. It turned out that this was the elder’s domain!
Everything Li Hao had sensed was obscured and distorted by the celestial Dao laws of the domain. That’s why he saw the lake’s bottom as empty, while the elder was able to catch fish after fish!
“Domain…”
Li Hao murmured, savoring the word as if it was something he had never fully understood.
His fishing skills had already reached the bottleneck of the eleventh level, and he could fish up memories and moments from the fog of time and space.
But these things were like drifting sands—he could only tie them together.
True fishing was about forming one’s own fishing ground!
Li Hao faintly felt that his path in fishing had broken through the half-way bottleneck, and he could now see the direction to go in.
However, how to form his own fishing ground wasn’t something that could be understood in a single moment.
Li Hao sat at the edge of the cliff, lost in thought.
Time passed with the flow of light and shadows. The stars faded, the moon set, and the morning sun rose.
On the mountaintop, the young man was still sitting in silence.
Until a hoarse voice came from behind Li Hao: “Still here?”
Li Hao was startled awake. He turned his head to see that the elder, who had come the day before, was once again walking toward him with his fishing rod.
Li Hao snapped out of his daze, a smile appearing on his face as he said, “Senior, you’re here.”
The elder saw the spiritual light in Li Hao’s eyes and was secretly surprised. “I only mentioned it casually, and this boy already has such comprehension?”
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