The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 151 - 136: Black Jiao’s Flowing Chant, A Roasted Fish is Still a Fish

The old man nodded. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Anyone who can appear here must have come from the Jueyun Sect."

'Then why did you even ask me if you already knew?'

Yang An raised an eyebrow and decided to get straight to the point.

"Sir, since you know I came from the Jueyun Sect, you should also know why I'm here."

The old man nodded, setting down the fishing line and Bone Needle in his hands.

"Naturally, you've come for the legacies of the Jueyun Sect."

'He really does know everything.'

"Then, in your opinion, sir, how can I obtain those legacies?"

"Heheheh..."

Hearing Yang An's words, the old man suddenly burst out laughing.

He lifted his fishing rod and pointed at the bloody carnage covering the river before them.

"There's a fish hidden beneath this river, a big one! I've wanted to catch it for a long time, but I've never been able to."

'It'd be a miracle if you could catch anything like that!' Yang An couldn't help but mock him inwardly, though he also seemed to guess what the old man was getting at.

"If you can help me catch this big fish, I can help you obtain the legacies," the old man said slowly.

It was just as Yang An had suspected.

"What does the fish look like?"

"It's the only fish in the river," the old man replied.

"Can I use any method?" Yang An asked.

The old man shook his head.

"You must use my rod."

Yang An hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

'Looks like this is the trial within the painting. As long as I can pass it, I should be able to get what I want.'

"Well then, little brother, you can give it a try. I'm tired and need to rest for a bit.

But be warned, a storm is coming. If you haven't caught it before the wind and rain arrive, then I can't help you."

The old man handed the fishing rod to Yang An, adding another casual reminder.

Yang An glanced at the sky. He figured it would start raining in an hour at most.

He took the fishing rod from the old man's hands, and an information box immediately popped up before his eyes.

'This fishing rod isn't some ordinary object?'

[Black Flood Dragon's Lament]: A creation of Jueyun Sect Elder Zhang Huqing, this Magical Artifact was forged from the bones of a black flood dragon. It is inscribed with a Technique that conceals its true nature. The wielder can send their consciousness into the water to see the Spirit of the river.

Cost of Use: The wielder will suffer a backlash every second, inciting the river to rampage and ten thousand ghosts to devour their heart.

Status: Can be Purified!

Reading the information about the fishing rod in his hand, Yang An froze, a strange expression spreading across his face.

'Son of a bitch! It's another trap!'

'Inciting a river rampage and having ten thousand ghosts devour my heart? How the hell am I supposed to fish with that!'

Anyone who listened to the old man would have to use this rod, falling right into his trap. They'd probably never be able to catch the fish.

He'd encountered so many traps just getting into Yunzang Palace, and now that he was in the right place, there were still more waiting for him.

'That guy Zhang Huqing is a truly vicious bastard!'

Yang An cursed inwardly.

The moment he took the fishing rod, he immediately noticed something strange about the river.

A foul wind blew past, and the tightly packed flesh and gore in the river began to stir. It probably wouldn't be long before all of it rose up in a frenzy and attacked him.

A cold sneer appeared on Yang An's face.

'This trick might work on others, but not on me.'

Looking at the rod in his hands, he immediately used Purification to eliminate its cost.

As the cost was eliminated, the river, which had just begun to stir, quickly calmed down again as if nothing had happened.

Yang An revealed a satisfied smile and sat down by the riverbank, rod in hand.

He looked at the river's surface, covered everywhere with flesh and gore, then at the fishing rod in his hand, and finally at the hook that was as straight as a pin.

Even though he had eliminated the cost, Yang An was still skeptical about whether he could actually catch a fish.

He mimicked the old man's actions and cast the hook. It landed right on top of a chunk of flesh, completely unable to sink into the water below.

He poked at the crowded corpses with his rod, only to find they wouldn't move at all, as if they had grown there and weren't floating objects.

'Fishing? How am I supposed to fish if I can't even see the fish?'

Yang An pondered for a moment, and a plan came to mind.

'The old man only said to *catch* the fish. He never said I couldn't do anything else.'

VMMMM!

A ball of dark red flame instantly appeared in his hand. Although Yang An was controlling it and didn't use much Mana, the moment this Lighting Fire appeared, it began to flare up on its own.

Seeing the strange behavior of the flame, it was clear just how thick the stench of blood was in this place.

'Catching a fish, grilling a fish... a grilled fish is still a fish!'

Yang An chuckled and threw the flame in his hand directly into the river before him.

The next second.

WHOOSH!

It was like tossing a match onto a thousand-mile stretch of gasoline. In an instant, a boundless sea of fire spread for miles, igniting the entire surface of the river.

The towering flames radiated a terrifying heat, incinerating everything between heaven and earth.

Massive amounts of flesh and gore burned beneath the flames, dyeing the once-gloomy sky a fiery red.

Even Yang An himself couldn't help but retreat some distance. Although the flames were his and couldn't harm him, their terrifying power still made his heart tremble.

Seeing the scene before him turn into a sea of fire, with terrifying heat waves that even dispersed the dark clouds in the sky, he was stunned. The power of the flames ignited in this sea of blood was astonishingly great, completely exceeding his expectations.

For some reason, an indescribable excitement and thrill surged in Yang An's heart.

The fire continued to burn, growing more and more intense.

The pieces of flesh on the river's surface quickly charred and turned to black ash in the flames, creating one gap after another that revealed the water below.

The blood-red river was also constantly boiling, evaporating into a Red Fog. It was as if the water below was made of countless drops of blood, which only fueled the fire's intensity.

The flames burned for a full incense stick's time without any sign of weakening.

But just then, a huge shadow suddenly rose slowly from beneath the river, floating up through one of the gaps where the corpses had been burned away.

It was a hideously ugly, massive fish.

The fish was over ten feet long, its body covered in hideous scales that looked like countless pieces of skin and flesh stitched together.

And on its head were countless human heads, strongly resembling the Arhat Fish Yang An had seen in his past life.

Seeing this fish appear, Yang An immediately grew excited.

He hadn't been sure if his trick would work, but he hadn't expected it to be so effective. He had really smoked the big fish out.

He immediately swung the rod, aimed, and cast the hook directly at his target.

The slender Bone Needle plunged into the ugly fish's body, pulling the line taut. It had firmly embedded itself in the fish.

Yang An gave a mighty tug, yanking the great fish out of the river and flinging it onto the bank.

THUD!

The force was so great that the fish's belly burst open on impact, spilling out a large amount of stinking pus, along with some undigested chunks of flesh and gore.

Yang An waved his hand, and his Mana stirred up a gust of wind that blocked the splattering liquid just before it hit him. Only then did a smile appear on his face.

"Sir! The fish is here!" he shouted.

Before long, the old man in the straw raincoat slowly approached from the distance.

There was no telling where he had gone, as he reappeared without a sound.

But as he came into Yang An's view, he stared blankly at the burning river. The fierce flames, still illuminating the world in a crimson glow, made him stop dead in his tracks.

From a distance, Yang An could see the old man's chest heaving violently, and a bad feeling suddenly crossed his mind.

'Oh no! This guy isn't going to go back on his word, is he?'

He looked at the disemboweled fish on the ground, still steaming. It was definitely a fish, no doubt about it!

'If this old geezer dares to break his promise, I'll have a few words with him.'

After a moment, the old man finally started walking toward Yang An. He came to a stop in front of him and took back the fishing rod.

"You pass!"

For some reason, he seemed to be gritting his teeth as he said this, forcibly suppressing some emotion.

"So, the legacies..."

Yang An rubbed his hands together.

"What do you want? Name it!"

Seeing that the old man wasn't going back on his word, Yang An sighed in relief and a smile immediately blossomed on his face.

Although things were a little different from what he'd imagined, getting a reward was always a good thing. It made his efforts worthwhile.

"I want Techniques, Light Magic! The ones with the greatest cost and the most power! If you could give me all of them, that would be even better!"

"Everyone who comes here can only take one item!"

"Then I'll come back next time!"

"..."

"I can make an exception and give you two!"

"I'm serious!"

"Three! Only three! I can't find any more than that!"

"Alright! It's a deal!"

'It's like doing business,' Yang An thought. 'There always has to be some haggling. The other party readily accepted, so this is perfectly reasonable.'

At least for now, both sides seemed satisfied, which was the best possible outcome.

Soon, the old man in front of Yang An took off his bamboo hat. As he flipped it over, a human head emerged from inside.

It was a child who looked to be only a few years old. The moment it popped out and saw Yang An, it flinched back timidly, looking very shy around strangers.

The old man patted its head, and it immediately opened its mouth wide, allowing the old man to reach a hand inside. A pained expression covered its face.

Soon, the old man pulled three books from the child's mouth and tossed them to Yang An.

The child immediately retracted its head, vanishing from sight.

The three books were real. As soon as Yang An caught them, an information box appeared before his eyes.

A quick glance at the contents confirmed that they were indeed the Light Magic Techniques he wanted. Yang An's heart even began to beat faster.

'This trip was definitely worth it! I've hit the jackpot!'

However, before he could put away the Magic Scriptures and thank the old man, he looked up and found himself back on the 6th Floor of Yunzang Palace.

"..."