The Acheron River surged as usual.
The crimson river water surged on it, with mournful souls howling and skeletons floating in the air.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back as he walked on the waves. The river breeze blew, making his hair and the sleeves of his Vermilion Robe flutter.
A small boat drifted over from the distance. It was a lonely boat, and the sound of a flute could be heard.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat sat in the boat, swaying back and forth.
Bu Fang saw the boat from a distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
With a flip of his hand, a jade jar that was smaller than the fist-sized one belonging to the Great Sage of the Acheron River fell into his hand. According to the size of this jade jar, it could only hold three cups of wine.
However, three cups of wine were equivalent to three million Nether Crystals, which was a sky-high price.
Swoosh …
The little boat moved forward, breaking through the flowing water.
Suddenly …
The sound of the flute stopped. The Soul Fisherman raised his head, and his old face appeared under the bamboo hat.
He seemed to see the thin figure in the distance.
The Soul Fisherman's face twitched.
"It's that young man again!"
The Soul Fisherman put away the bone flute, his face unsightly.
Then, he grabbed the bamboo pole and slapped it against the Acheron River.
On the surface of the river, the small boat gracefully swung its tail, changed its direction, and headed into the distance, planning to drift away.
Obviously, the Soul Fisherman really didn't want to see Bu Fang.
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth froze. The scene made him a little dumbfounded and speechless.
Why did the Soul Fisherman turn around and run as soon as he saw him?
When did he become so frightening?
"Wait …"
Bu Fang called out softly.
His voice exploded over the Acheron River.
When the Soul Fisherman heard that, he was even more startled. His old face twitched even faster.
Then, he whipped the bamboo pole. Boom!
The water in the river surged as if it was about to explode.
As for the small boat, it turned into a perfectly straight arrow and shot into the distance.
It was extremely fast, riding the wind and breaking the waves.
Bu Fang exhaled softly.
Then, the Vermillion Robe on his body underwent a huge change, and a loud and clear Vermillion Bird cry resounded.
A pair of flaming wings appeared on his back, and flaming feathers fluttered in the air.
The tip of his foot touched the surface of the river, causing it to explode.
Bu Fang's figure turned into a stream of light, rapidly chasing after the Soul Fisherman's small boat.
Bu Fang was now a Nine-transformation Little Saint, which was stronger than Soul Fisherman. It would be easy for him to catch up to him.
Shortly after, Bu Fang caught up with the Soul Fisherman.
"Why do you have to chase after me so bitterly?!"
The Soul Fisherman looked at Bu Fang, his face trembling violently as he said bitterly.
That young man's cultivation base had improved so fast. He had reached the Nine-transformation Little Saint level.
He had met this young man three times, and each time, he was greatly surprised.
The first time, this young man's cultivation base was still very weak, like an ant in his eyes.
But at that time, this young man had a dog with him.
The second time, this young man's cultivation base was still not strong, but strangely enough, he was able to fight against him.
The third time …
This time, this young man had soared into the sky!
It was completely beyond his imagination. His strength had surpassed him.
How long had it been …
Was this young man going to settle the score with him now?
Bam! Bam!
The bamboo pole quickly touched the surface of the river, causing it to explode unceasingly.
It made the old man's small boat look like a stream of light.
In other words, both of them had turned into streams of light, darting across the Acheron River.
Boom!
After a long time …
They entered the wide river.
There were no waves on the river.
Finally, the small boat stopped moving.
The Soul Fisherman sat back on the small boat, as if he had given up resisting.
Bu Fang had a strange look on his face.
He really didn't understand why this old fellow kept running.
"This old man's old bones don't want to waste time with you … Today, I didn't bring the Flower of Helplessness, so it's useless for you to stop me," said the Soul Fisherman.
He took off his bamboo hat, revealing his pale hair, each strand of which was curled up.
"Who told you that I came to you today for the Flower of Helplessness?"
Bu Fang glanced at the old man, twitching the corner of his mouth.
The Soul Fisherman was taken aback. He looked at Bu Fang, his cloudy eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
Instead of asking for the Flower of Helplessness, this young man forced him to stop his boat. What was going on?
Did he want to kill me?
Bu Fang didn't say anything.
His hand shook.
Instantly, a jar of wine flew out, heading toward the Soul Fisherman.
Huh?
The Soul Fisherman was stunned. He raised his hand and caught the jar.
"When I lent you the Flower of Helplessness, I said I would give you a jar of wine. Today is the time to repay the debt …"
Bu Fang said.
His voice was calm.
However, the old man couldn't stay calm.
"You really just want to give me the wine?"
The Soul Fisherman was surprised.
Bu Fang nodded.
The Soul Fisherman's cloudy eyes lit up, and he relaxed.
"I've received your wine. Let me go," said the Soul Fisherman.
"I've received your wine. Let me go."
Bu Fang glanced at the Soul Fisherman and didn't say anything. With a flip of his hand, a steaming Fortune Flatbread flew out.
"I'll give you another flatbread … Consider it a thank you for the first petal of the Flower of Helplessness."
Bu Fang said.
After that …
He stepped on the surface of the river, causing it to explode. His figure sped away, turning into a beam of light and disappearing into the hazy mist.
The Soul Fisherman's withered hands grabbed the jade jar and the Fortune Flatbread. As he watched Bu Fang leave, his cloudy eyes glinted.
"I've been fishing souls on the Acheron River for ten thousand years, and now, someone gives me wine. How strange …"
The Soul Fisherman's dry, pale hair fluttered in the wind. A smile came from the bottom of his heart, and he sighed with emotion. Of course, it looked no different from crying.
It had been a long time since he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Splash!
As Bu Fang's feet stepped on the river, the water surged up like a bulge, turning into a roaring dragon.
As his strength rose to the Nine Revolution Little Saint, Bu Fang's control of his power became more skillful.
He took a step forward. The flaming wings on his back disappeared, and the Vermilion Robe returned to its striped red and white appearance.
Landing on the shore, Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and walked leisurely toward the restaurant.
…
It was late at night.
A lonely boat drifted on the Acheron River.
The quiet Acheron River was full of fireflies.
Black, withered trees grew on the shore, as if they had been struck by lightning. They were charred black.
The little boat was anchored.
The dim candlelight lit up the boat.
The Soul Fisherman walked out of the boat. He took off his straw raincoat, revealing his skinny, skinny body.
He sat on the deck of the small boat. A red candle was lit on the side of the boat, and the wax was continuously flowing down from it.
The Soul Fisherman took out a clay jar and slapped the lid open.
Immediately, a wailing remnant soul emerged.
A look of disgust appeared in the old man's eyes, but he still brought the clay jar to his mouth. Gurgle!
Gurgle! Gurgle!
The Soul Fisherman drank the juice from the clay jars, which contained the remnant souls.
Buzz …
The Soul Fisherman looked a little pained. His back was hunched, and he couldn't stop shaking.
A long time later …
The bright moon hung high in the sky.
The Soul Fisherman heaved a sigh of relief.
"The power of this curse is getting stronger … After fishing souls for ten thousand years, I finally can't suppress it anymore. Sigh."
"His Lordship has fallen. How can I resist fate? I'm just struggling at death's door … "
The Soul Fisherman heaved a sigh of relief.
His cloudy eyes gazed at the reflection of the bright moon in the sky. The sparkling water made him lose his mind for a moment.
His former glory surfaced in his eyes … His former high-spirited self.
What a pity …
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to drink wine.
Drinking wine to drown one's sorrows, even though it would make one more sorrowful, was also a way to relieve one's worries.
That was why the Soul Fisherman thought of the green jade jar.
The good wine that mysterious young man had mentioned.
"A good wine brewed with the Flower of Helplessness … Young people nowadays really know how to have fun."
The Soul Fisherman sighed.
He took out the green jade jar.
The jade jar wasn't big, about the size of half a fist.
He cursed that young man's stinginess inwardly.
The Soul Fisherman patted the lid of the jade jar.
With a thud, the lid was opened.
As soon as it was opened, the Soul Fisherman was stunned …
Buzz …
A thick aroma of wine seemed to turn into a long dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, flying out of the jar and meandering in the sky.
He took a deep breath. The aroma of the wine went into his body, soaking him in the strong aroma of the wine.
This feeling …
The Soul Fisherman's body began to shake.
A seven-colored brilliance burst out from the wine jar and illuminated the heavens.
It echoed the cold moonlight in the sky.
"This wine …"
For the first time, the Soul Fisherman's eyes showed shock.
This wine gave him a sense of déjà vu.
Could it be …
Swish.
The Soul Fisherman couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.
He carefully held the green jade jar, and his chapped lips moved closer to the green jade jar. Gulp.
Immediately, the sweet wine flowed through his lips and into his mouth.
At that moment, it was as if hundreds of flowers were blooming, and everything became clear again.
The Soul Fisherman felt as if he was dozens of years younger in just a flash.
With a sip of the wine, he found the feeling of being able to shake the world when he was young.
Holding the jar, he gently closed his eyes.
The Soul Fisherman couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.
Turbid tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
On his body, there was a green brilliance that was constantly swirling, as if it was constantly fighting against the essence in the wine.
However, the old man didn't care about that anymore.
He seemed to think of something. Hurriedly, he took out a steaming flatbread from the shabby cloth bag hanging on his waist.
Even after so long, the steam on the flatbread had not dissipated.
He took a bite of the flatbread.
As soon as the crispy flatbread entered his mouth, he felt a sense of satisfaction he had never felt before.
Buzz …
A stream of fresh light poured into the old man's mouth from the flatbread.
It was the fortune energy.
The fortune energy that belonged to the Fortune Flatbread.
As the fortune energy entered his body, the Soul Fisherman's turbid eyes brightened.
His aura underwent a monstrous change.
It was climbing steadily.
With a rumble, it broke through the barrier and rushed into the Great Sage's Realm.
The old man's wrinkled face had returned to his youthful appearance. He now looked like an inconspicuous middle-aged man.
"I …"
The old man touched his face.
He was somewhat dazed.
The Fortune Qi had actually restored him to his youthful appearance and strength.
Unfortunately, this state couldn't last long. He could only stay in it for an hour.
He seemed to think of something.
The old man burst out laughing.
His laughter rang out, lingering over the pitch-black Acheron River.
The birds perched on the withered branches were alarmed. They flapped their wings and flew away.
The body of the Soul Fisherman, who had become younger, seemed to be glowing.
He took out a food box from the cabin.
The food box was sealed by array formations.
The corners of the Soul Fisherman's mouth curled upward.
"It's been too long. It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what His Lordship told me to do … Now, the person I've been waiting for has finally arrived. It's time to send this food box out."
The Soul Fisherman laughed and poured all the wine in the jade jar into his mouth.
His aura skyrocketed, and the entire Acheron River changed color.
Boom!
His aura soared to the sky.
The Yellow Spring River suddenly surged with monstrous waves.
On the river, the Flowers of Helplessness were blooming beautifully.
With the food box in hand, the Soul Fisherman stepped on the waves and disappeared in a flash.
Acheron Valley …
The Great Sage of Acheron, who was spitting fireballs with a dark face, suddenly frowned and looked in a direction. His eyes were a little surprised.
"The Soul Fisherman? That's not right … Why has this old man's aura changed so much? Is he rejuvenated? "
"Forget it … It's none of my business."
The Great Sage of Acheron shook his head and continued to study the fireballs with a dark face.
…
In the dead of night …
Outside Acheron City, a formidable existence had arrived.
His terrifying aura suppressed the void.
Above his head, a small world was constantly vanishing. In that small world, everything was broken and destroyed.
The Soul Fisherman stepped on the waves and came.
Soon, he stepped into Acheron City.
He landed and stopped outside Acheron's restaurant.
He was here.
The Soul Fisherman retracted his aura. Looking at Acheron's restaurant, his eyes became nostalgic …
He placed the food box on the ground and knocked it three times.
Then, he looked at the restaurant, not saying a word.
In the restaurant …
Bu Fang, who was sleeping soundly in his room, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat up on the bed, his pajamas slipping down, revealing his fair chest. His slender arms supported his neck as he looked at the door with a puzzled look.
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