Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Within the circle of anglers, Lu Ye had gradually made a name for himself. On average, he made a catch almost every few days.
That was rare among anglers. It could no longer be explained by luck alone. In the eyes of the other anglers, Lu Ye had clearly grasped the essence of fishing. Though a latecomer, in terms of fishing skill alone, he had already left them far behind.
There were several people in the circle as proficient at fishing as Lu Ye, and without exception, they had all made their fortunes through fishing, satisfying their cultivation needs.
Yet those people had all labored in this field for decades, a century, or even longer. A young beginner like Lu Ye was truly the sole piece of scorpion shit under heaven.
Naturally, Lu Ye had deliberately engineered this situation. Otherwise, catching however many White Spirits he wanted would have been no difficulty at all. But if he did that, he would certainly draw covetous eyes.
The current arrangement was quite good. With several seasoned seniors ahead of him, Lu Ye's gains might make others jealous, but they did not stand out quite so glaringly.
Aside from the White Spirits he caught by fishing, Lu Ye would occasionally catch one directly, then have his main body send it back to Myriad Phenomena Island to sell. The price was not much different from auctioning it on the island; it merely cost him more time traveling back and forth.
Moreover, he no longer needed to fly himself when traveling. There were plenty of ferry boats on the Myriad Phenomena Sea, and he could summon one at will by paying a few Lingyu.
His buyers were not fixed. Sometimes Lu Ye delivered them to