"Are you kidding me? This is what I reeled in?"
Zhao Fu was somewhat speechless as he looked at the thing clamped onto the bait, refusing to let go. What he had caught this time was a turtle, as large as a washbasin, with a greenish hue—a green turtle.
By now, Zhao Fu had lifted the fishing rod out of the water, but the green turtle still bit down on the bait for dear life, dangling in midair and swaying back and forth with the line.
A green turtle was not a divine fish. No, that was wrong—it did not even count as a fish. So how had he caught this thing? Zhao Fu could not quite make sense of it.
Only after carefully reading the Divine Fish Festival's description did Zhao Fu understand. During the Divine Fish Festival, other aquatic creatures were suppressed and generally would not appear. Thus, during this period, people usually saw divine fish and caught divine fish. However, that suppression was weak, and quite a few aquatic creatures still emerged.
Zhao Fu's rare bait held great appeal for rare divine fish, even greater appeal for ordinary divine fish, and an even more irresistible temptation for ordinary aquatic creatures.
In other words, by using rare bait, Zhao Fu might not only fail to catch rare divine fish—he might not even catch ordinary divine fish, because he could end up hooking ordinary aquatic creatures instead.
Zhao Fu shook the fishing rod, wanting to fling off the green turtle biting the hook, but it still clamped down on the fishing line and refused to let go. Zhao Fu could only reel in the rod, flick the green turtle on the head, knocking it unconscious, then hang another rare earthworm on the hook and resume fishing.
The hook fell