Night Fishing for Wang the Saint

The courtyard was bathed in moonlight. What should have been a gentle, tranquil, peaceful night now carried the stench of blood.

A squirrel on a tree in the courtyard had been absorbing moonlight essence, but now it was terrified, its fluffy fur standing on end.

It whipped around. It was the only living creature to witness the truth, seeing the kind Demon King who had fed it great medicines several times covered in blood as he was reeled into the night sky.

"Squeak, squeak..." it shrieked, but it was useless.

Wang Xuan's body was in agonizing pain. The enormous fishing hook was as thick as an arm, its tip snowy-bright and razor-sharp. It pierced his flesh, ran through his heart, and sealed away all his cultivation.

Blood flowed, dripping into the night. In fact, he did not even have the strength to roar aloud. Rumor had it that this fishing tool was a top-tier Anomalous Being's Karma Fishing Rod. Moreover, it was said to have an even more mysterious origin, dating back to the Old Saint period.

Wang Xuan's mind was also suppressed and injured. He was likewise immobilized, confined within his skull and unable to struggle free.

His face was bloodless, and cold sweat covered his body. The pain was beyond words, unbearable even for him, as if his soul were being gouged and carved apart.

His spine had fractured, mercilessly pierced through by the hook. The snowy-bright hook protruded from his chest, its curved tip pointing upward toward one side of his head, runes flowing over it.

After all, this was a tool capable of fishing up Anomalous Beings. As a True Immortal, no matter how powerful or outstanding he was, he could not resist it.

Even his Primordial Spirit throbbed with pain, leaving his consciousness hazy. He