"Which son of a bitch … is actually fishing here?!" The little fish was on the verge of tears. His heart was already going crazy, and he didn't dare to move. However, at that moment, a gentle voice came from the surface of the water and entered the little fish's mind.
"Fish that don't bite the bait are all dead fish."
Although the voice was gentle, when it echoed in the little fish's mind, it turned into a cold killing intent. Cheng Lingzi, who was in the form of a little fish, could not help but tremble. How could he not know … that the bastard Bing Lingzi had come looking for him?
Those words were a blatant threat, and it caused Cheng Lingzi to be filled with grief and indignation. He had an impulse to fight it out with the other party, but that impulse was quickly suppressed by his survival instinct.
In the depths of his heart, he could not help but wonder … if a fish that didn't bite the bait was a dead fish, did that mean that as long as he obediently bit the bait, there would still be a chance for him to live?
That thought immediately caused Cheng Lingzi to feel extremely conflicted. The hook in front of him seemed to have become impatient, and it swayed a few times in front of his eyes.
However, this conflict was not something that could be resolved in a short period of time. Hence, after a few breaths of time, the hook seemed to be lifted and moved upward. At the same time, the gentle voice turned cold and indifferent.
"Looks like it's a dead fish."
The moment those words were spoken, killing intent instantly filled the entire pool. Cheng Lingzi was so frightened that he quickly suppressed his conflicted feelings. Filled with grief and indignation, he rushed forward and … bit the hook.
At that moment, for some unknown reason, he remembered a saying from his hometown.
"You can't see the tears of a fish, because they are in the water …"
Just like that, the fish chased after the hook and bit it. With a splash, the fish flew out of the pool. The moment it flew out of the pool, tears and water flowed out from the corners of its eyes. It also lifted the mist in front of its eyes, allowing it to clearly see the person sitting by the side of the pool, holding a fishing rod and looking at it with a smile that was not a smile … Bing Lingzi.
Without waiting for him to speak, as the fishing line moved, the small fish was instantly pulled over. Wang Baole raised his left hand and caught it. Before the fish bubbles could be completely spat out from his mouth, a strong suction force emerged from Wang Baole's left hand and enveloped the fish.
In the next instant, the Law of Appetite in Cheng Lingzi's body was instantly activated, and uncontrollably rushed toward Wang Baole's left hand. It was absorbed into his body, replenishing his Law of Appetite, and at the same time, perfecting his own Law of Appetite.
As for the fish, it was shriveling up at a visible rate. After a few breaths of time, it looked as if it was about to become a dried fish. The grievance and fear in its eyes were mixed together, giving it a pitiful look.
Just as his life force was about to weaken, and the flame that represented his life force was about to be extinguished, the suction force suddenly stopped. In that moment of confusion, he seemed to hear a voice.
"Do you have a way to find other Meatball Disciples?"
That voice was like the sound of nature, like sweet dew. In an instant, the withered fish seemed to have found the hope of life. His eyes went wide, and his breathing quickened. His fish body trembled because of the arrival of that hope, and he quickly spoke.
"I can!! I can!!! "
Hearing that, Wang Baole nodded his head in satisfaction. Only then did he release his hand and throw the fish, which landed on the ground with a loud thud. The fish whipped its tail rapidly, and with a leap, it transformed into the appearance of a youth. It was extremely weak, as if it did not even have the strength to walk. When it looked at Wang Baole, its eyes were filled with intense fear.
Wang Baole glanced at the frightened Cheng Lingzi and walked over. As he neared, Cheng Lingzi's body trembled more intensely. His face, which was already pale, was now completely white. The fear in his eyes seemed to be about to explode and drown him.
"I …."
Before he could finish speaking, though, Wang Baole was in front of him. Reaching out, he pressed his hand down onto the top of the young man's head.
The young man was so frightened that he nearly fell to the ground, paralyzed. However, it was at this point that his eyes went wide as he sensed a strand of the magical law of appetite emanating out from Wang Baole. It fused into his body, causing his weakened body to suddenly be nourished.
His strength had also recovered a bit. At the very least, he was now able to fly through the air. This was something Wang Baole had done in order to make it easier for him to find other Meatball Disciples. However, the young man was so shaken that he couldn't help but feel an intense sense of gratitude toward Wang Baole.
He was grateful that Meng Hao hadn't killed him, and grateful that Meng Hao had helped him so much.
An indescribable feeling of gratitude welled up within him. The fact that Wang Baole had given him the magical law of appetite at this point in time made it so that he didn't feel even the slightest bit of hatred toward Wang Baole. Instead, he felt a surge of warmth that made him want to do everything in his power to help Meng Hao.
Noticing the young man's expression, Wang Baole blinked a few times. Suddenly, his voice grew even gentler as he patted the young man's head.
"Kid, hurry up and take me to the other Meatball Disciples."
"Yes, sir!!" The young man's body trembled, and he began to pant. Although he was still weak, he seemed to be in high spirits. He suddenly turned his head to look around, then raised both hands and smacked himself on the head. His eyes bulged, and the magical law of appetite rippled through him, along with the will of qi and blood.
A moment later, the veins in his eyes grew even more bloodshot, and he turned his head to the northwest.
"Benefactor, there's one of my father's Meatball Disciples in that direction. I'll take you to him."
Wang Baole smiled, then grabbed the young man by the shoulder and vanished in the direction the young man had pointed out. After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Wang Baole reappeared with the young man in tow. Off in the distance, one of Tuo Lingzi's Meatball Disciples could be seen fleeing at top speed. Shockingly, a burly man could be seen chasing after them, a cold expression on his face.
This person looked like a mountain of flesh. He wore a white robe and had a majestic aura. At the same time, he also emitted a powerful and domineering feeling. Behind him, there was a huge halo with complicated runes on it.
His shocking qi and blood seemed to dye the sky red. This was none other than the person Lord Desire had taken a liking to … Feng Di.
As soon as Wang Baole and Cheng Lingzi arrived, Feng Di, who was chasing after the Flesh Pulp Disciple in front of him, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He raised his head suddenly and looked towards where Wang Baole had appeared. His originally calm expression instantly turned serious. As the halo behind him shone, the Flesh Pulp Disciple in front of him shuddered violently and retreated uncontrollably. Feng Di grabbed hold of his head.
As he absorbed the qi, he narrowed his eyes and looked over at Wang Baole.
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