A Thousand Years on Earth, The First Sword Cultivator

Azure Glow Lake.

Luo Chen moored the boat, sat at the bow, and took out an exquisite purple-bamboo fishing rod. Without even bothering to bait the hook, he casually cast it into the lake and waited in silence.

At the sight, the old man and three children aboard the fishing boat nearby could not help but stare in astonishment.

The old man had struggled at the bottom of the mortal world for decades. He knew that people like this were not ones they could begin to fathom.

He lowered his head and continued handling the fishing net, quietly warning the children beside him not to look around.

Yet Li Xiaoer kept feeling that the immortal had come for him. After thinking it over, he called loudly to Luo Chen, "Are you the immortal of this lake?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the old man was frightened out of his wits. He hastily threw down the fishing net, grabbed Li Xiaoer, and covered his mouth.

Trembling, the old man looked toward Luo Chen's little boat. Just as he was about to apologize and beg the great man not to hold the child's ignorance against him—

Luo Chen spoke before he could.

Turning his head to look at Li Xiaoer's family, Luo Chen asked, "I do not call myself an immortal, but I do know a few rudimentary arts. Do you wish to learn them?"

His gaze rested on Li Xiaoer as he waited for his answer.

Yet inwardly, he found it somewhat amusing. In this age where spiritual power had run dry, Li Changsheng's luck in this life was truly poor—born into the mortal world, he still needed Luo Chen to pull him out.

At Luo Chen's question, the old man felt both nervous and hopeful. He removed his