Chapter 1259 - 517: Effect of the Five Poisons Cauldron! Old Man Group’s Autumn Outing!

Chapter 1259: Chapter 517: Effect of the Five Poisons Cauldron! Old Man Group’s Autumn Outing!

It was the golden autumn of October.

Beneath the calm water’s surface, the surging undercurrents were practically invisible. Specially crafted fishing bobbers bobbed up and down on the water, attracting the fish below while simultaneously alerting the anglers on the shore. Below these equally specialized fishing lines, the sharp hooks were baited with either small feeder fish or chunks of meat exuding a distinct, alluring aroma. These baits were drawing in a large number of underwater Ferocious Beasts.

Meanwhile, a group of people on the shore was engaged in a fierce, albeit silent, competition.

This was a rare moment of leisure. With almost everyone present, they had kicked off a unique fishing contest.

A crisp, clear voice rang out along the riverbank. "Elder Meng just hooked another one! It’s a Demon Scale Ribbon Fish! Elder Meng is still holding onto the first-place spot. Not only has he caught the most fish, but the quality of his catch is also the highest. He already has six Commander Level fish!"

The speaker was none other than Miss Qin, serving as the temporary referee and commentator.

"Damn it, Meng Yao, are you cheating again?! Stop using your Meditation Method!" At this moment, the only person who would speak to Meng Yao in such a manner was Master Zhu Hong.

Meng Yao shot Zhu Hong a sideways glance. "Master Zhu, even if you’re a sore loser, you shouldn’t throw a tantrum like this, right? You’ve already changed your seat. I let you change it twice, and now you’re at it again? If I actually used my Meditation Method, would there even be any fish left in the entire Lingxi River for the rest of you to catch?"

"Who knows if you’re intentionally controlling your catch rate and numbers?" Zhu Hong retorted huffily.

Su Ping glanced at the older man’s completely empty fish basket and shook his head. Indeed, at this moment, positioned a fair distance away from the Heart of Myriad Spirits, along the banks of the Lingxi River...

Su Ping, Meng Yao, Zhu Hong, Qin Erlong, Liu Fuhai, and Master Yin Luo—the six of them sat in a row along the shore, spaced evenly apart. Each gripped a fishing pole with a spatial fish basket resting by their side. They stared unblinkingly at the water’s surface, displaying an unprecedented level of seriousness. Naturally, this included the currently disdainful Meng Yao and Zhu Hong, who was red in the face from arguing for the first time.

Originally, Su Ping had always considered Master Zhu to be a rather elegant and highly scientific-minded senior artisan. However, seeing him today, Su Ping had to admit that Master Zhu’s image in his mind had crumbled just a little bit.

The man was losing his cool!

It couldn’t be helped. Anyone who could reach their level of expertise was bound to be fiercely competitive. Given Master Zhu’s esteemed status, it was a blow to his pride to be the only one with zero catches—even Qin Erlong and Liu Fuhai sitting nearby had several fish in their baskets!

After all, even though they weren’t fishing near the Heart of Water and didn’t have the Rainbow Lucid Butterfly with them, the bait and the chum spices they used were all made from the finest materials. They had handpicked them themselves. Moreover, given their location at the Spirit Creek Estuary, the sheer volume and variety of fish passing through were immense. Under such optimal conditions, failing to catch a single fish almost required a special kind of anti-skill.

However, the primary reason for his empty basket was likely Zhu Hong’s lack of patience; he kept shifting his position, unable to endure the quiet waiting required for fishing.

Meng Yao was a genuine Water Element specialist, so he naturally possessed a few clever tricks up his sleeve. With Zhu Hong constantly moving around, how could he possibly catch anything?

Clearly, no one was going to point this out to him right now. Fortunately, Master Zhu wasn’t truly a sore loser. After a disgruntled harrumph, he returned his intense focus to his bobber. Su Ping couldn’t help but feel that the man looked even more serious now than when he had been researching Haina Baichuan.

Su Ping didn’t mind the bickering. Although there were some modest wagers placed to spice up the competition, it was nothing of consequence to anyone present. They were simply enjoying a rare, sunny autumn afternoon—a much-needed weekend break.

At this thought, Su Ping tilted his head back, gazing up at the autumnal sun. The leaves hadn’t turned yellow yet, but the crisp, refreshing air of fall had already arrived. The country was prosperous, the people were at peace, and life was truly beautiful. This peace and beauty existed because the Dragon Nation’s national strength was formidable enough, and because it was safeguarded by the Legend of the Holy Dragon.

However, a massive country like the Dragon Nation would always face its share of disputes and turmoil.

Su Ping suddenly turned his head to look at Master Yin Luo beside him. "Master Yin, when are you planning to head back to Beiyuan?"

Master Yin pondered for a moment before answering. "All the Papermen have finished their Evolution Breeding. The Great Revolution Five Elements Physique has also been fully implemented into their corresponding bodies. Earlier, the Night Raven Scarecrow completed its Death Element Mutation Breeding as well.

"Factoring in the time, I should probably return to Beiyuan in two days. Last night, the Ghost Saint sent me a message. Apparently, the Undead Beast Tide in Beiyuan Province has been showing signs of intensifying. He captured a few Undead Series Pet Beasts and asked me to head back to help analyze and study them. Furthermore..."

At this point, Yin Luo’s expression darkened slightly. He hesitated, glancing at the others who had turned their attention toward him, before continuing. "Furthermore, according to what the Ghost Saint said, the source of this Beast Tide seems likely connected to the Heavenly Tomb!"

Upon hearing this, Su Ping furrowed his brow.

As if echoing from the deepest recesses of his soul mark, he once again heard the call of the Celestial Tomb Mark.

The call of the Heavenly Tomb.

It was summoning him to enter that world—to awaken the entity slumbering within it.