Fishing System

After regulating his breathing for a long while, night swallowed the valley.

Luo Can opened his eyes, a flash of golden light passing through their depths.

He raised a hand and took out the Head Spirit Bone from his Storage Soul Tool. Even in the darkness, it emitted a warm golden glow, like a miniature sun.

"Come on."

The instant the Spirit Bone touched his forehead, its icy sensation rapidly spread.

Then came a needle-like agony. Countless golden threads burrowed out of the Spirit Bone, attempting to drill into his skull. Luo Can let out a muffled grunt and swiftly erected a solid line of defense within his Sea of Consciousness.

"This is my body."

He shouted inwardly. His mental power and Soul Power turned into a raging torrent, crushing every remnant will that tried to invade him.

The Spirit Bone began to melt, seeping into his bones like liquid gold. Then, an intricate pattern slowly emerged on his forehead—gradually converging into the phantom image of a Dragon Crown.

When the last streak of golden light entered between his brows, Luo Can abruptly opened his eyes.

His Soul Power surged through his body, shooting up from the early stage of level ninety-one before finally stabilizing at the peak of level ninety-one.

"Whew..."

He let out a breath of stale air, rose to his feet, and stretched his limbs. His bones crackled crisply all over.

Feeling the surging Soul Power within him, Luo Can curled his lips into a smile. "At most half a year, and I'll break through to level ninety-two."

What delighted him even more was the information on the skill granted by the Spirit Bone—[Dragon Roar: Golden Annihilation]. It consumed half of his Soul Power to trigger spatial collapse and energy annihilation within a hundred-meter radius.

Simple, brutal, but deadly.

Combined with his ninth spirit skill, [Golden: Ruin Dragon Soul], he was confident he could make any Title Douluo below level ninety-five die on the spot.

"I finally have a respectable trump card."

The night was deep, yet Luo Can had no desire to sleep.

He looked up at the night sky, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

It should now be four years after the great war between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect had ended.

Qian Xunji was dead, Bibi Dong had taken power, and Tang San was probably still in Holy Soul Village cultivating his Mysterious Heaven Skill, right?

Thinking of the original plot, Luo Can could not help frowning.

Spirit Hall possessed two gods and a whole pile of Title Douluo, yet because both of those gods were lovesick fools, they kept going easy on Tang San and ended up losing even their underwear.

As for Tang San... he was called an envoy of justice, but on closer thought, those who followed him did not seem to meet good ends.

Xiao Wu became an accessory, Daming and Er Ming became guard dogs, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lost Sword and Bone Douluo, and even Dugu Bo's Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was seized by him.

A classic case of filling his own belly while everyone else suffered.

"Neither side is reliable."

He shook his head and turned his gaze back to the spring before him.

Three feet square and no deeper than three meters—this was the greatest asset he had relied on for thirty-eight years.

Build a force of his own?

That thought had crossed his mind more than once.

The water of the Fate-Defying Spring could cleanse marrow and wash meridians, accelerating the growth of medicinal herbs. If used properly, raising a group of loyal followers was not impossible. But the problem was...

"Too little."

He muttered to himself.

One cup a month was the safe dosage he had figured out. If multiple people consumed it over a long period, would the spring dry up? Would this treasured place be ruined because of it?

Just as he hesitated, a sudden change occurred.

The Fate-Defying Spring began to boil without warning.

The next moment, silver light erupted from the depths of the spring eye, gathering into a streak of radiance in the night sky.

The streak was unimaginably fast. Before Luo Can could react, it had already entered between his brows.

A crystal-clear sensation like spring water spread from his forehead throughout his body. Within his Sea of Consciousness, a stream of information slowly unfolded.

[ Ding! A host meeting the requirements has been detected. Fishing System binding in progress. ]

[ Binding complete. ]

Luo Can froze for a moment and looked down at his right hand.

A fishing rod was slowly condensing out of thin air.

The rod was entirely silver-white, its material neither jade nor jade-like. It felt almost weightless in his hand, while the hook was a curved silver needle.

At the same time, a virtual screen appeared before his eyes:

[ Would you like to bind the sole Fishing Spot—Fate-Defying Spring: Yes/No ]

"The sole Fishing Spot?" Luo Can raised a brow.

He pondered for a moment.

The Fate-Defying Spring meant an extraordinary amount to him. Would binding it bring unforeseen changes?

But the appearance of the system itself was already the greatest variable.

"Fortune favors the bold," he said softly. "Yes."

[ Binding sole Fishing Spot: Fate-Defying Spring. ]

[ Effect: Increases Fishing success rate by 30%. ]

The screen refreshed, displaying a simple information panel:

[ Fisher: Luo Can ]

[ Authority: Level 0 ]

[ Daily Fishing time: 1 hour ]

"System," Luo Can said, gripping the fishing rod, "how am I supposed to fish without bait?"

[ Ding! The host need only cast the hook into a water source. No bait is required. You may fish up any item belonging to Douluo Continent. ]

"Any item?" Luo Can's eyes lit up.

He walked to the edge of the spring, drew a deep breath, and cast his line.

The silver hook sliced through the night sky and entered the water. Ripples spread outward, and then—the hook disappeared.

It had not sunk to the bottom. It had literally disappeared.

Through the clear spring water, he could see that the fishing line vanished the instant it entered the water, as though it had passed through some invisible spatial rift.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Ten minutes.

Just as Luo Can began to suspect that the system was messing with him, the fishing rod suddenly sank.

The pull was very light, as though he had hooked a small fish the size of his palm.

His spirits lifted, and he flicked his wrist upward.

Splash—

A ball of yellow light burst from the water, arcing through the air before landing on the grass nearby.

The light ball rapidly dimmed after landing, revealing a yellow Pill the size of a longan.

The moment he picked it up, information automatically surfaced:

[ Soul Power Pill (Yellow) ]

[ Description: After consumption, slightly increases Soul Power. ]

Luo Can did not hesitate and swallowed it directly. The Pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current flowed into his dantian.

His Soul Power had indeed increased, though the increase was negligible for a Title Douluo like him.

"But if it's given to someone below Soul Elder..." His eyes brightened. "It could raise them by at least one level."

Without any hesitation, he cast the line again.

This time, the wait was longer. Only the chirping of insects and the rustling of wind through the grass remained in the valley.

Twenty minutes later.

The fishing rod sank for the second time. This pull was somewhat heavier.

He raised the rod, and something emerged from the water.

What landed on the grass was no longer a ball of light, but a palm-sized metal object.

It was an exquisitely designed hand cannon, its surface etched with complex Soul Tool Patterns. Under the moonlight, it gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

[ Level 2 Soul Guidance Hand Cannon (Yellow) ]

[ Description: By inputting Soul Power, it can fire a Soul Power shell equivalent to a Soul Grandmaster's full-strength attack. ]

"A Soul Tool..." Luo Can held the hand cannon in his palm, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes. "Something from the era of Douluo Dalu II?"

If even Soul Tools could be fished up, did that mean items from the eras of Douluo Dalu III and Douluo Dalu IV might also be possible?

He watched the time ticking away on the Virtual Panel. Half an hour remained.

"Continue."

Five minutes later, the hook was bitten for the third time.

What he fished up this time left him stunned for a moment.

It was a piece of thin purple underwear, made of silk and trimmed with exquisite lace. It felt unbelievably soft to the touch.

Expressionlessly, Luo Can set it aside. "The things this can fish up are pretty diverse."

Ten minutes later, on the fourth cast, he caught another Soul Power Pill.

Only the final fifteen minutes remained. Luo Can took a deep breath and cast his final line.

However, when the rod sank again, the weight coming through was clearly different.

It was not that weightless feeling, but a genuine tug. Luo Can instinctively added more force, and the fishing rod bent into a slight arc.

"Come up!"

Water splashed everywhere as a silver-white piece of soft armor burst from the spring, then landed gently in his arms.

The armor felt warm and smooth, as though it had been made from the hide of some unknown beast, yet it was as thin and light as silk. Its design was rather unusual: what should have been covered was covered quite subtly, while what should not have been exposed was displayed generously. It even carried a faint fragrance.

[ Phantom Soft Armor (Purple) ]

[ Description: A close-fitting soft armor for women. It can resist most physical attacks below the Spirit King level and comes with a weak charm effect. ]

Luo Can fell silent for three seconds.

"System, you didn't just fish up the intimate soft armor of some female Spirit Master, did you?" he slowly asked.

No one answered.

On the Virtual Panel, the countdown reached zero.

[ Ding! Fishing time has ended. ]

The fishing rod dissolved into silver motes of light. Luo Can looked at the "spoils" lined up on the grass: two Soul Power Pills, a Soul Guidance Hand Cannon, a piece of Purple Underwear, and that outrageously suggestive soft armor.