The Daily Life of Fishing in Xianmen: Starting as a Handyman and Going Against the Grain

The morning light was like sifted golden powder sprinkled on the back hill of Qinglan Sect. Wang Fugui was lying on the broken bamboo mat in the utility room and snoring. He held a rough porcelain bowl with a chipped corner in his arms, and the bottom of the bowl was still stained with the sweet-scented osmanthus icing that he had not licked off last night—this was what he had exchanged for three trips to the sword washing pool with the outer disciples, and it was well worth it. Ding—— The sudden mechanical sound in his mind made his eyelids jump, and his fingers pinched his thigh as a reflex. Ever since he broke half of his front teeth in Luoye Slope three days ago, this self-proclaimed fishing cultivation system has been following him. It changed its tricks every day to let him fish lazily in his chores, euphemistically known as accumulating immortality points. The current status of the host is detected: paralyzed. Mission release: Before three quarters today, complete the achievement of pretending to weed in the No. 3 Spiritual field of C, which will take two hours. Reward: Primary Spiritual Spring Irrigation Technique ×1, Immortal Fate Value +5. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.