Beside a small pond deep in the mountains, a young man sat on a stone stool by the water, holding a bamboo rod and fishing.
Suddenly, the reed stalk that had been floating quietly on the surface as a bobber began bobbing up and down, sending ripples across the water.
"A fish is biting."
Seeing this, the young man sitting on the stone stool—Bi Changsheng—laughed aloud.
Once the reed stalk was dragged straight beneath the water, Bi Changsheng immediately lifted the rod. The silk-woven fishing line drew taut, and feeling the considerable pull in his hand, Bi Changsheng knew he had hooked a big fish.
He gave it a hard tug, and the fish immediately broke the surface.
Who would have thought the fish had not been hooked in the mouth, but snagged elsewhere? No wonder a fish weighing just over a pound could put up such a tremendous pull. Bi Changsheng had thought he had landed a big one.
When the fish had been hauled halfway up, it suddenly thrashed with a flip of its tail and broke free of the hook. Seeing it about to fall back into the pond, Bi Changsheng could hold back no longer.
There were not many fish in this mountain pond to begin with. Bi Changsheng had crouched there for nearly an entire afternoon before one finally took the bait. How could he let it get away now?
With a single wave of his hand, the immense Gang Qi within his body surged forth, directly enveloping the fish that was about to fall back into the water before flying back into his hand.
Seeing that it was getting late, Bi Changsheng packed up his rod, picked up his catch, and happily walked home.
Getting skunked? That was impossible!
With Bi Changsheng's foot speed,