Chapter 174 - Gone Fishing (1/2)

Chapter 174: Gone Fis.h.i.+ng

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Great Bear Lake, Northwest Territory, Country of the Maple Leaf.

The Northwest Territory was a near-arctic province in Canada. The land was vast, one million and seventy square kilometers in total and thanks to its extreme alt.i.tude, it’s average temperature was 40 celsius below 0 and the total population was only forty-two thousand.

The Great Bear Lake was one of the biggest lakes in Canada. It was thirty-one square kilometers with an average depth of 400 meters. The lake was permanently covered by a layer of jagged ice, making maritime navigation impossible. looking from a bird’s eye’ view, it looked like a giant mirror made out of ice.

On the island in the middle of the lake sat an elderly man.

Despite the old man’s white hair that suggested his real age, his face was youthful. He was wearing a white parka, which made him blend into his surroundings perfectly. From afar, he looked like an ice sculpture on the lake. Before him by his feet was a little hole that he had drilled into the ice for ice fis.h.i.+ng.

However, the old man’s method of ice fis.h.i.+ng was very different than the conventional method.

He carried no rods nor fis.h.i.+ng lines. One of his hands hovered over the hole, holding onto a s.h.i.+mmering line as thin as hair. The white background made it impossible to tell if the s.h.i.+mmering line was a trick of the eyes or if it was real. The line reached into the hole and kept going for some unknown depth.

If Lu Tianfen was still alive to see this old man’s fis.h.i.+ng line, he would have been impressed.

The Cloud Hand of the Lu family was powerful yet adaptable. They could condense the Qi into a thin thread; however, these threads could not contain its shape for long. The old man had been sitting on the lake, holding the same thread for over a decade, and the white hair-thin thread hadn’t wavered yet. To pull it off, the old man must have incredible control over his Internal Force that could easily outs.h.i.+ne even the Grandmaster Lu Tianfen.

“Huw!” “Huw!” “Huw!”

A helicopter could be heard coming toward the island. It was lowering its alt.i.tude as it approached. When it was only a few dozen meters above the ground, a shadow jumped out.

When the man was still falling, he swept out his arms like a bird and shot out a puff of white cloud from his back. These clouds congealed quickly and formed a parachute and carried the man safely and softy onto the ground.

The man came closer. He was a middle age man in his thirties. His hair was as dark as midnight and his handsome features were chiseled onto his face. He had a pair of deep-set eyes that glinted in the sunlight, gloomy but irritably charming. It was obvious that he was of multiracial heritage. If the fangirls of boy bands saw his face, their eyes would turn into hearts as they would scream at the top of their lungs.

Any elite from Northern Canada would have recognized this face that belonged to the leader of the Chinese community in Canada. He held many honorary t.i.tles as well as functional positions in the government. Rumor had it that he was the boss of the underground criminal ring. He was also the head of the Hong Sect and was in charge of numerous shady businesses that were carried out under the table. The money that pa.s.sed through his hands amounted to over a few billions of US dollars each year.

However, this man walked over to the old man with a great measure of respect. He said in fluent Chinese: “Master Lei.”

“Hi.”

The old man opened his eyes.

“Sthththla!”

A flash of lightning shot through the void s.p.a.ce as the old man landed his gaze on a flake of snow before him. The heavy snowflake evaporated almost instantly. The old man was powerful enough to turn his gaze into a weapon.

The middle aged man noticed the energy coming out from the old man’s eyes, so he set his head even lower.

He knew that the old man’s system was so full of soul energy that it started to spill out. With that knowledge in mind, he bowed to the old man and said: “Master Lei, you are getting closer to the Immortal State each day.”

“I am still quite away from my goal.” The old man’s voice was dry and hoa.r.s.e, it was as if he hadn’t spoken for ages. “The Immortal State is an elusive and slippery thing. Of all the martial artists in the world, only a very few of them were able to obtain the Immortal State. So far, I have only completed my True Qi cultivation and was nearing the peak of the Transcendent State.”

“To reach Internal Force, one will need to strengthen their physical condition, to reach the Transcendent State, they need to refine the Qi, and to reach the Immortal State, one would need to cultivate the essence of immortality.”

“Physical Strength and True Qi will not be enough for reaching the Immortal State. To reach the G.o.dly Immortal State, one would have to cultivate one’s Soul energy until it was powerful enough to summon lighting in the void s.p.a.ce and obtain the ability of telekinesis in the real world. Even after gaining those abilities, one could only finally have a glimpse of the power of the Immortal State.”

The old man said slowly, while the middle aged man stood respectfully and listened attentively, fearing to miss even a word out of the old man’s mouth.

What the old man had to offer were top secrets of the martial arts world. No regular Grandmaster were able to come to such a conclusion and even fewer were willing to share the wisdom.

“What do you want from me this time?” The old man asked after he had finished his lesson.

He had kept himself in seclusion in the northern tundra for over a decade. For most of the time, he simply sat around the fis.h.i.+ng hole and cultivated his Qi while fis.h.i.+ng. He drank the icy water from the lake and killed animals for food. Thanks to the loneliness and the quietness around him, he was able to dedicate all of his attention into his cultivation. Slowly, as his True Qi merged with the Arcane energy in nature, he became one with nature and started to understand the deepest meaning of life.

This middle aged man was one of his best disciples. He was in control of the entire North American Chinese community and unless absolutely necessary, he would not disturb his master’s peaceful cultivation.

“Master Lei, Lin Hu is dead.” The middle age man lowered his head and spoke under his breath.

“Hum.” The old man answered readily.

Lin Hu was one of his countless disciples, and not a very particular outstanding one either. So, he wouldn’t care less if Lin Hu was dead. If he had to moan the pa.s.sing of each and every one of his disciples, and his disciples’ disciples, he would never have time for his cultivation.

The old man knew that his chief disciple would not disturb him for such frivolous matters. So he waited for the real news patiently.

“The man who killed him was seventeen year old boy.” The middle aged man continued.

“Oh?” The old man raised an eyebrow, his interest was piqued.

Although Lin Hu was a far cry from his best disciples, he had reached the peak level of Internal Force cultivation, plus, he had learned the powerful Art of Thousand Trickeries directly from the old man himself.

The old man was taken by surprise to learn that a seventeen year old young man could have killed Lin Hu. However, surprise was all he felt, and his reaction stopped there.