"A transaction, what kind of transaction?"
A sense of unease rose in the white-bearded old man's heart.
This junior uncle has always been eccentric, and no one can really know what he's thinking.
But his methods have always been unpredictable and ruthless.
Back then, he was known for his ruthless methods and made a great name for himself.
Even though he is now a cripple, he is still extremely wary of him.
"Don't you want to know what that once-in-a-millennium upheaval was? If you let me out, I'll tell you."
"I'm afraid that won't work, Junior Uncle," the white-bearded old man said with some difficulty.
"The trouble you caused back then was really too great. That person originally intended to kill you, but it was only after your junior disciples pleaded for you that you were spared."
But every three years, that person would still send someone to check if you were still imprisoned.
"If I release you, we in the Sword Pavilion will be in a difficult position to explain ourselves."
"What's so difficult about that? You just need to claim that I'm already dead, and then fabricate some traces to fool everyone. Don't think that as the leader of a sect, you can't even handle such a small matter." The figure said.
The white-bearded old man fell silent.
After more than ten breaths, he said, "Junior Uncle, you are already old and frail. Why do you insist on going out? Wouldn't it be better to just stay in the sect and enjoy your old age? If you feel that you are not comfortable living here, your junior nephew can arrange to change your accommodation to a more comfortable place."
"Enough with the nonsense. I've had enough of being imprisoned here for decades. Just one question: are you going to release me or not?" the figure said impatiently.
The white-bearded old man fell silent again, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.
Seeing this, the figure continued, "Little Jianwen, I know you are kind and honest, and you always put the sect first. I can tell you clearly that this once-in-a-millennium upheaval is a world-shaking change that concerns the life and death of our Sword Pavilion."
If we don't prepare in advance, our sect will be lucky to avoid being suppressed and annexed, let alone maintain its current status in Jeju.
In a more serious scenario, they could even be attacked and completely wiped out, their lineage extinct!
"Junior Uncle, is this really true?" The white-bearded old man was shocked.
"I swear in the name of your grandmaster that I have never lied!"
The white-bearded old man had heard his deceased master say that his junior uncle was unruly and fearless, disrespectful to everyone, and never took anyone seriously.
He held his master in the highest esteem, especially the one who had rescued him from the war and raised him.
Now that he's even brought up the name of his grandmaster, it seems that what he just said might not actually be an exaggeration.
The white-bearded old man's heart was immediately caught in a struggle.
The figure stopped urging him and let him figure it out on his own.
The cave fell silent again, with only the faint sound of flowing water.
After a long while, the white-bearded old man's face suddenly hardened, as if he had made a decision.
He asked, "Junior Uncle, what do you plan to do after you leave?"
"What can I do? I'm just a cripple now, and I don't have many years left to live. I just want to go out and see the scenery outside in the last few years before I die. I've been in this cave for decades, and I don't even know what the outside world looks like."
Hearing the sorrow in his junior uncle's voice, the white-bearded old man felt a pang of guilt.
Junior Uncle's current predicament is, in a sense, his own fault.
But after all, he was the one who imprisoned his junior uncle here with his own hands back then, so seeing him like this, he felt bad too.
Moreover, Junior Uncle is right. He is nearing the end of his life and his cultivation is completely ruined. Even if he really gets out, he will no longer be able to cause trouble.
With this in mind, the white-bearded old man finally made up his mind.
"Junior Uncle, I can release you, but you must promise me a few things."
"sure."
Seeing that the white-bearded old man had finally agreed, the figure felt a surge of excitement.
The face hidden in the darkness revealed a strange and ferocious smile.
...
Lu Qing was naturally completely unaware of what was happening in Jeju.
At this moment, he is leisurely fishing by the river.
The fishing spot we were at was a rare spot for catching unusual fish.
Beside her, Xiao Li stared longingly at the float.
During her time in the county town, Xiao Li lived a very good life, with plenty of fresh fish to eat every day.
But it never managed to eat another one of those strange fish.
Therefore, it can be said that they miss it very much.
"Xiao Li, don't worry. We haven't fished here for so long, the strange fish down there should have gathered again by now."
Lu Qing rubbed Xiao Li's head and smiled.
Xiao Li rubbed against Lu Qing's hand, then continued to stare at the fishing float.
Lu Qing couldn't help but chuckle, and began to take things seriously as well.
The little guy is so excited, he can't let him down.
Perhaps because I haven't fished here for a while, the strange fish down there have really reappeared.
Not long after, Lu Qing felt the fishhook with the blood apricot on it move slightly underwater. Then, the float suddenly sank, and a strong pulling force came from the fishing rod.
However, with Lu Qing's current strength, such a sneak attack no longer has any effect on him.
His hands gripped the fishing rod steadily, and a smile appeared on his face.
"This fishhook of mine is a brand new, thousand-times-forged fishhook. If you can pull it away, then you'll be considered capable."
That's right, this time when he came back, Lu Qing upgraded the fishing rod at home again.
The fishing line was still made of snow silkworm silk, which was incredibly tough. Lu Qing had never seen it break after using it for so long.
During his trip to the county town, he also looked for other silk threads, hoping to buy some to keep on hand.
The results showed that none of them were as good as snow silk.
Perhaps he hasn't found a better fishing line than snow silk yet, so he hasn't changed it.
The main thing he replaced was the fishhook.
Lu Qing had previously asked Ma Gu to go to the county town to order some fine iron fishhooks, but he still felt they were not enough.
Even the best fishing gear can always be upgraded, as anglers usually feel.
It just so happened that Lu Qing had been spending the last few days at the Forging Workshop, so he simply had a batch of thousand-refinement-grade fishhooks made.
Lu Qing still remembers the indescribable expressions on the faces of Master Lin and his apprentices after he forged those fishhooks.
Perhaps in the eyes of these craftsmen, using high-quality iron to make fishhooks is a huge waste.
They refrained from saying anything out of respect for him.
After replacing the fishing hooks with thousands of new ones, Lu Qing's fishing rod also improved in quality.
Under the detection of the supernatural ability, a faint golden light appeared, making it truly a treasure.
With such a precious fishing rod, Lu Qing had no worries whatsoever; how could a mere strange fish possibly harm it?
And it turned out just as he had predicted.
Although the fish below were quite strong, they were no match for Lu Qing now.
Before long, a beautiful figure was pulled into the air by him.
