Don't Disturb Me While Cultivating Immortality, I Just Want to Fish Quietly

Traveling to the world of cultivating immortals, Qi Sheng, who has mediocre qualifications and negative spiritual roots, is judged by everyone to have no hope of becoming an immortal. But no one knew that the moment Qi Sheng picked up the fishing rod, the water in the entire Three Realms boiled. An ancient divine sword that has been silent for thousands of years? Fish! A long-lost masterpiece of elixir? Fish! The saint from the next door sect who is in retreat for cultivation? Uh... I'm sorry, her hair is a bit long and I caught it on my hook! A certain great master who was accidentally fished out of seclusion thumped his chest and said: "Fellow Taoist! Please don't use that ten-thousand-year-old ice fish to make soup! Accept me as your disciple, and I will teach you the supreme swordsmanship!" A certain fairy's face turned red after being caught wet: "Sir... Your fishing line is very special. I wonder if the little lady can... Also experience it?" Faced with all this, Qi Sheng just silently moved the fishing box under his buttocks and said calmly: "Give me, you are blocking my mouth. What kind of immortality is there? Does fishing smell good?"