A Fishing Rod from the Start: I Catch Every Divine Beast Under the Sun

The transmigration journey of a fishing fanatic. I may fail to catch fish, but I’ll never come home empty-handed!

Hearing the astonished cries ringing in his ears, Qin Tian wished he could give himself a few hard slaps.

“Qin Tian, you’re amazing! You even managed to fish up a shared bike!”

“No way, the latest Huawei phone? Who throws one of those in the water?”

“Bro, teach me how you caught a coin with a fishing hook! Hahahaha!”

Listening to the cheers around him, Qin Tian wanted to die.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and Qin Tian transmigrated perfectly to ancient times.

“Good sir, would you like to buy a Barrett?”

“One shot, one ninth-rank martial artist!”

“Good sir, are you looking for a safe way to prevent pregnancy?”

“I’ve got condoms and contraceptive pills. They’re cheap, just three hundred taels.”

“Why are you in such a hurry? Just look at how beautiful your lovely wife is. Can you bear to make her have a child so soon?”

“What? You want to know where I got all this stuff?”

“Of course I fished it up!”

There’s nothing a fishing fanatic can’t catch, except fish.