A lightning strike sent me transmigrating into the world of cultivation, where I became a beggar clutching a fishing rod.
> The disciples of the Immortal Sect mocked me: “A mortal iron rod is fit to catch spirit beasts?”
> I calmly adjusted the float, baited the hook, and cast into the spirit beast pool.
> The tip of the float trembled. Spiritual energy surged.
> As golden light burst from the water
> A thousand-year-old dragon carp thrashed wildly with my hook in its mouth.
> The cultivators by the pool were all stunned: “H-he caught the sect's guardian divine beast with a bamboo pole?”
> The sect leader arrived with a host of elders, riding the clouds: “Fellow Daoist, you must join our sect!”
> The demon cult's enchantress gazed at me seductively: “Come to my cult. You can fish in any spirit pool you like.”
> I rubbed my growling stomach: “Fellow Daoists, could someone lend me a fire first?”
