Following the middle-aged cultivator's directions, Lu Xuan rode his sword light and traveled down along the Thousand Treasure True River.
Along the way, it was indeed as Shi Zichen had said: not every stretch of riverbank allowed one to fish up Treasures. Only at certain special spots were cultivators quietly casting their lines.
During that time, he encountered more than ten Core Formation Rogue Cultivators, and at one place, several cultivators in Standard Issue Robes had gathered together. At a glance, they were clearly from some famed orthodox sect.
When everyone saw Lu Xuan, some swept curious glances over him, while others watched him warily. Of course, the vast majority of their attention remained on the fishing rods in their hands.
Lu Xuan arrived near his destination, and his gaze was drawn to a crude wooden hut.
On the side of the wooden hut facing the True River was a wooden door. Misty spiritual light hung at the entrance, and inside, there seemed to be a world of its own.
"This should be the place."
Lu Xuan secretly estimated based on the distance. He lightly arrived before the wooden hut, swept his Spiritual Sense over the surroundings, and after confirming there was nothing unusual, spoke aloud.
"Fish Shopkeeper, this junior is Lu Xuan. I have come to Senior's place to purchase a set of fishing tools. If I have disturbed you in any way, I ask Senior's forgiveness."
"Come in." A brief, hoarse voice sounded in Lu Xuan's ears.
He passed through the misty spiritual light, and what entered his eyes was a spacious room, its area far larger than what could be seen from outside.
The room's furnishings were extremely simple. More than ten wooden racks were placed about at random, and on the racks were all sorts of