Others transmigrate to a world of immortal cultivation and start by either rising from the rank of trash or making their mark as prodigies. Wang Chen, on the other hand, gets bound to a fishing System and spends every day sitting by the river, casting his line.
“Ding! You caught a Green Spirit Fish. Cultivation +1.”
“Ding! You caught a Soul-Nourishing Pill. Cultivation +1.”
“Ding! You caught the Demon Empress Su Ruoxue. What?!”
Wang Chen stared at the silver-haired, violet-eyed powerhouse before him, once the ruler of ten thousand demons and a Great Emperor, and was left completely dumbfounded. Even more absurdly, after being reborn, this empress was only at the first level of Qi Refining. She complained that he was useless while eating grilled fish, stubbornly insisted that meditating was more comfortable than sleeping when she was cold, and blushed for ages just from wiping her mouth.
With a single cast, he could fish up anything from the Myriad Worlds, from spiritual pills and wondrous medicines to peerless cultivation techniques, from fragments of primordial chaos to beauties of every race. Wang Chen had only wanted to fish in peace and grow stronger, but he soon discovered that what his rod reeled in wasn’t just fortune. It brought countless troubles too, along with an empress who had moved into his thatched hut and refused to leave.
