Han Yu is the most useless handyman of the Qingyun Sect. For three years, I received half a spiritual stone every month and was called a waste every day.
He doesn't care. He just wants to fish.
Until that day, the fish float suddenly sank. A golden carp was pulled out of the water by him and he rolled his eyes——
"After waiting for 30,000 years, you have a low-grade water spirit root? Forget it, just tie it up."
[The fishing system has been bound. Big gift package for beginners: "The Ancient Art of Swallowing the Sky".
"... Is this your reaction? This is the number one skill in ancient times!"
"Otherwise? I have to get up early to sweep the floor tomorrow."
The system went silent. It felt that it had tied up the wrong person.
But it soon discovered that it was tied correctly.
Others were chased by Jindan monks and narrowly escaped death. Han Yu smashed the opponent's Dantian to pieces with a pole. The Zhao family sent a priest to clean up the house, and found that their golden elixir had been deprived of cultivation by a handyman. The whole sect thought that the explosion of Qinghe was a natural disaster, but only Han Yu knew that it was the aftermath of his breakthrough.
A name began to spread in the world of immortality: Qinghe Diaosou.
Han Yu put the fishing rod on his shoulder.
"What's the rush? We'll talk tomorrow."
