What fortuitous opportunity do you want?

"Old man, this fishhook is straight; ordinary fish can't take the bait. Is it waiting for someone willing to bite?"

After Fang Zelin lowered the fishing hook, he could clearly see its position in the water.

The water here is so clear that Fang Zelin can see at a glance whether any fish have taken the bait on his hook.

The old man beside him stroked his beard and laughed heartily, "Willing ones take the bait? I wonder what the story behind this is?"

"Fishing here isn't about letting those who want to take the bait bite; it's just giving these Aquatic Race a fortuitous opportunity."

Huh? Giving the Aquatic Race a fortuitous opportunity?

Fang Zelin was taken aback, completely puzzled. Why would fishing here grant Aquatic Race a fortuitous opportunity?

Is this how fortuitous opportunity are granted? If possible, sir, could you grant me a fortuitous opportunity?

When the fortuitous opportunity came up, Fang Zelin immediately perked up and asked a question.

Although he couldn't see through anyone here, and didn't know what these old men were doing.

However, Fang Zelin was certain that everyone here was extraordinary.

After all, it was the other party who led him into the Daoist Sect before.

What kind of fortuitous opportunity do you want?

The old man's face twitched upon hearing this, and so did the people playing chess in the distance and the mulberry growers, all of whom twitched at the corners of their mouths.

This child has come three times in the past year.

This is the third time!

He treats this place as if it were his own backyard, coming and going as he pleases, demonstrating such a high level of enlightenment.

Does such a natural innate quality require fortuitous opportunity from others?

It's about enough to share some fortuitous opportunity with others!

Moreover, is there really no fortuitous opportunity left for the other party?

Therefore, upon hearing this, the old man instinctively asked a question in return.

Given the other party's exceptional talent for enlightenment, he even offered him a spot, allowing him to fish on equal footing with him.

In other words, Fang Zelin was unaware of the implications.

Well.

Fang Zelin's face immediately turned somewhat embarrassed when his father-in-law asked him that question.

Judging from the old man's expression, it seems like he's saying he doesn't need it, but the problem is, he does!

He hasn't learned any immortal arts yet, and he's not very clear about the matter of cultivating immortality.

It would be great if we could have a fortuitous opportunity.

The old man glanced at Fang Zelin, wanting to say something, but after thinking about it, he shook his head.

The other party's cultivation level is still too low; even if he says something, the other party will forget it later.

I only remember having been to this mountain; everything else will be forgotten.

In that case, there's no need to say more.

"And how exactly was this fortuitous opportunity given to the Aquatic Race?"

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, Fang Zelin did not press the matter, but instead looked at the Aquatic Race in the river in front of him.

It's strange, this is clearly a river, but it contains all the Aquatic Race of rivers, lakes and seas.

Can marine Aquatic Race live in rivers?

After thinking about it, I realized, well, she's probably a fairy, so there's nothing I can't do.

"If they take the bait, then that's their own fortuitous opportunity."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled broadly upon hearing this.

Fang Zelin found this strange. If taking the bait meant it was fortuitous opportunity, why?

"I've heard that cultivation is difficult for Demon Race, so you're here today setting a trap to offer some fortuitous opportunity to the Aquatic Race?"

"If that's the case, then what about the others?"

Fang Zelin spoke, he glanced back at the others.

Good heavens, those who raise mulberry and hemp don't just raise silkworms; they also raise other insects.

The chicken coop doesn't only contain hens.

"Yes, cultivation is not easy for Demon Race, but Heaven has not completely blocked their path of cultivation; naturally, it will grant them some fortuitous opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin suddenly understood, "I see, this is what they mean by the Fifty Great Dao, the Forty-Nine Heavenly Evolutions, and the one that is omitted is considered a sliver of hope."

hiss.

The people around, who had been working diligently, all gasped upon hearing this.

The look in Fang Zelin's eyes was now filled with horror.

How can this child possess such profound knowledge of the Heavenly Dao? Could he be the son of the Heavenly Dao?

And he seems to have quite a bit of knowledge about the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao?

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

"Old man, a fish has taken the bait!"

Just as Fang Zelin was about to say something, he suddenly noticed that the old man's fishing rod twitched. Upon closer inspection, he saw that a fish had taken the bait, and he quickly reminded him.

Upon hearing this, the old man quickly swung his fishing rod. Only when he reeled it in did Fang Zelin notice that the hook in the other man's hand was a snail.

Can these snails bite hooks?

The old man beside him took a snail, examined it, and then glanced at Fang Zelin.

If Fang Zelin hadn't reminded me, the snail would probably have gotten off the hook.

But it's unclear whether this is fate or destiny.

However, the snail ultimately got this fortuitous opportunity.

Thinking of this, the old man gently tossed the snail into the water. After it swayed for a moment, it disappeared.

After putting down the snails, the old man gently cast the fishing rod into the water.

Fang Zelin watched as the other person cast their fishing rod, then looked over at his own side, but saw no fish biting his hook.

Feeling puzzled, Fang Zelin didn't dwell on it.

If it doesn't bite, it doesn't bite. It's a straight hook anyway, so it's hard for the fish to take the bait.

The two chatted while gazing at the water.

The old man's fishing rod would twitch from time to time, indicating that a fish had taken the bait. However, some fish got off the hook, while others were hooked directly.

Every fish that took the bait was thrown back and then disappeared.

Fang Zelin and his father-in-law chatted quickly and comfortably, occasionally glancing down to identify some of the Aquatic Race species in the water.

Occasionally, some extremely large fish would swim by slowly, like the overlords of the water, making Fang Zelin turn his head in surprise.

Upon hearing birdsong in the distance, Fang Zelin seemed to realize it was time to leave, so he put away his fishing rod, stood up, and bowed.

"Sir, I shall take my leave now."

I didn't keep track of time while I was here, and I don't know how much time has passed. If I think about it carefully, it's time to go back.

Upon hearing this, the old man waved his hand, "Well, I won't see you out then."

There wasn't much to give them, and after Fang Zelin said goodbye, he disappeared from their sight.

When Fang Zelin opened his eyes, he was already back in the inn.

"Did I just go to that majestic mountain again?"

Fang Zelin opened his eyes, watched the sunset in the distance, and couldn't help but rub his forehead.

He seemed to have a feeling that he had done something in those mountains, but then he forgot about it.

When Fang Zelin reached the window and opened it, he immediately forgot all about what he had just been thinking.

"This training session seems to have taken quite a while."

Leaning against the beauty's backrest, I looked down and saw the bustling street with vendors and peddlers coming and going.