Jianghu Fisherman

Wu Qinghe struggled to sit up and leaned against the only remaining cang tree in Fengqi Valley. I don't know if it was a hallucination before dying, but through the rare gap between the leafy trunks of the Cangtong tree, I seemed to see two eagles flying towards me in the sky in a trance. Not far away, the three people realized that Wu Qinghe could no longer resist, so they all stopped what they were doing. One of them asked angrily: "You dare to break into my holy land alone and disrupt the Immortal Assembly. Do you think you are invincible and the best in the world?" But before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly rose in the open space between the few people, and a fierce cyclone swept away the surrounding dead branches and leaves in an instant. Two figures descended from the sky, one fiery red figure landed on the cang tree on which Wu Qinghe leaned, graceful and beautiful like a fairy phoenix descending into the world; a black figure landed on the open space between several people, as majestic as a tall building rising from the ground. As the two figures appeared, a rich and gentle voice spread throughout Fengqi Valley: "Why can't I, Mr. Wu's son, be the best in the world?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.