Transmigrated into a cultivation novel as cannon fodder, Li Jinshui gets bound to a fishing System.
While others fly through the skies on their swords, Li Jinshui sits by the river and casts his line.
On the day of the sect tournament, the prodigies bring out an ancient divine sword, and the whole crowd bows in reverence.
Li Jinshui silently raises his fishing rod. Strange golden patterns shimmer across its shaft.
“Holy crap! Is that fishing rod absorbing the divine sword’s spiritual energy?”
“It’s over, it’s over! The sword spirit is calling the fishing rod ‘Dad’ now...”
The head elder knocks on Li Jinshui’s door in the middle of the night. “Um, do you need any more bait?”
