Chapter 121 Using a Primordial Tree Branch as a Fishing Rod! The Contemporary Demon Emperor Comes Searching for a Gun

At the Mortal Dwelling, beneath a newly built pavilion.

Sunlight filtered through the large leaves of the roof, casting dappled shadows. The peerless divine weapons at the four corners of the pavilion emitted a simple and steady aura, completely insulating the interior from the outside heat.

Lin Yuan moved a rattan chair and lay comfortably in the pavilion, watching the big goldfish at the bottom of the pond.

"This pavilion is nice, but just sitting here is a bit boring." Lin Yuan waved his folding fan. "With water and fish, it feels like something is missing if I don't cast a few lines."

He turned and shouted to Demon Venerable Wanhua, who was cleaning the courtyard, "Old Wan, go to the utility room and find me a thin, long bamboo pole, some sturdy string, and a rusty iron hook. I plan to do some fishing."

When Demon Venerable Wanhua heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Fishing for the East Sea Golden Dragon Emperor in a pool of ancestral dragon spiritual marrow?

The Young Master's hobbies were truly becoming increasingly unique.

Old Wan didn't dare to delay and hurried to the utility room to search.

"There are no bamboo poles left, only that thin branch of the Primordial World Tree chopped off yesterday." Demon Venerable Wanhua held a purple-gold branch. "There's no ordinary string either, only the leftover ends of the dragon-binding rope from making the swing. There is an iron hook, though—a broken iron clasp taken off some old clothes."

Demon Venerable Wanhua combined these items, using his Mahayana Stage devilish power to forcibly bend the broken iron clasp into the shape of a fishhook, and then respectfully handed it to Lin Yuan.

"Young Master, there are no bamboo poles at home. Do you think this wooden stick will do?"

Lin Yuan took the "fishing rod" made of a Primordial World Tree branch, dragon-binding rope, and a broken iron clasp, giving it a casual wave.

"This wooden stick is quite flexible, and the line is sturdy. It'll do."

Lin Yuan took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the pond.

He didn't even attach any bait, casting the bare, rusty iron hook directly into the clear ancestral dragon spiritual marrow.

Plop.

The iron hook hit the water, creating ripples.

At the bottom of the pond.

The East Sea Golden Dragon Emperor, 'Xiao Jin,' was huddled at the bottom, trembling as he avoided the Killing Intent of the four peerless divine weapons surrounding the pavilion.

Suddenly, he saw a rope emitting a five-colored divine light, suspending a rusty iron hook, slowly sinking down.

Xiao Jin looked up.

That line was the bane of all Dragon Clans—the dragon-binding rope!

And on the surface, that terrifying master was holding the fishing rod, smiling as he looked into the water.

"Fi... Fishing?!"

Xiao Jin was so frightened his dragon scales stood on end; he almost cried out loud underwater.

"There isn't even a loach in this pond besides this Emperor! The master clearly intends to fish for me!"

Xiao Jin looked at the bare iron hook without any bait, his heart caught in a desperate struggle.

To bite? Or not to bite?

If he didn't bite, the master would surely feel the fish in this pond weren't giving him Face. If he made the master angry and got scooped up to be braised, what then?

If he did bite, that was a fishing line made of dragon-binding rope! Once he bit it, his entire Dragon Clan cultivation would be instantly sealed, turning him into a Mortal fish at someone's mercy!

Just as Xiao Jin was hesitating.

On the surface, Lin Yuan shook the fishing rod and muttered, "Is this fish full? Why isn't there any movement? Old Wan, go to the kitchen and get a cleaver. If this fish won't eat, it's probably sick. Let's just scoop it up and make some fish head tofu soup."

Sick? Fish head tofu soup?!

Hearing this, Xiao Jin's Soul Flew Away and Spirit Scattered.

He no longer dared to hesitate. Closing his eyes, he charged toward that bare, broken iron hook with a sense of tragic resolve.

Chomp!

Xiao Jin bit onto the rusty iron clasp!

The moment he bit the clasp, the Seal power of the dragon-binding rope erupted. Xiao Jin's newly broken-through Profound Immortal cultivation was suppressed deep within his Dantian, unable to be used in the slightest.

“Oh! A bite!”

Lin Yuan felt the fishing rod grow heavy and immediately looked delighted.

With a flick of his wrist, he jerked it upward.

Splash!

The dignified East Sea Golden Dragon Emperor was pulled from the water into mid-air by Lin Yuan, struggling and flopping violently in the sunlight without any power to resist.

"This fish has quite some strength!"

Lin Yuan grabbed Xiao Jin by the tail and removed the iron hook from his mouth.

"Not bad, not bad. It's quite plump and golden. Too bad I've already eaten lunch and I'm not hungry yet."

Lin Yuan stroked the Golden Dragon Emperor's slippery scales and then tossed him back with a plop, returning Xiao Jin to the pond.

"Fishing is about enjoying the process. Catching and then releasing—that's called cultivating one's character."

Lin Yuan happily cast the unbaited iron hook back into the water.

At the bottom of the pond.

Xiao Jin, who had just been thrown back, didn't even have time to catch his breath before he saw that terrifying iron hook wobbling down again.

Xiao Jin rolled his eyes in despair.

Again?!

To save his life and avoid being stewed into fish head tofu soup, Xiao Jin could only open his mouth wide with tears in his eyes and bite the bare iron hook again.

"Oho! Another bite! This fish is so stupid, it even bites an empty hook!"

Lin Yuan laughed heartily and pulled Xiao Jin up once more.

Throughout the entire afternoon, the spectacle of "fishing for a dragon with a straight hook" continued to play out in the pavilion of the Mortal Dwelling.

Standing to the side, Demon Venerable Wanhua's mouth twitched.

The dignified Golden Dragon Emperor was actually forced by the Young Master to actively bite an empty hook. If this reached the Upper Realm, the Dragon Clan's Face would likely be lost forever.

...

Meanwhile.

In the far north of the Central State, deep within the Demon Abyss where Devilish Qi surged.

Inside a grand demonic palace built entirely of white bones.

The current master of the Demon Realm—the Jiuyou Devil Emperor—was sitting cross-legged in the center of a blood pool, eyes closed in cultivation.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, a terrifying blood-red light erupting from his deep demonic pupils.

Buzz—!

An ancient demonic bone he wore on his chest was vibrating violently, letting out sharp, piercing hums.

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor tore off the demonic bone and stared intently at the profound runes flowing upon it, his breathing becoming incredibly rapid.

"An Origin resonance with the god-slaying demon spear?! The number one ominous weapon of the Demon Realm, which has been missing for a hundred thousand years, has actually reappeared!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor trembled with excitement and leaped up from the blood pool.

A hundred thousand years ago, the founder of the Demon Realm, Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo, took the god-slaying demon spear to wreak havoc in the Immortal Court, only for both to go missing. Since then, the Demon Realm had never recovered.

Now, as long as he could find this supreme ominous weapon, he, the Jiuyou Devil Emperor, could restore the Demon Realm's glory and trample the Central State's Immortal Court!

"Grand Elder!" the Devil Emperor roared.

An old demonic cultivator shrouded in black robes instantly appeared in the hall. "What are Your Majesty's orders?"

"Immediately deduce the location of the demonic bone's resonance! This Emperor will personally go to welcome back our Demon Realm's supreme sacred object!"

The Grand Elder formed hand Seals, striking strands of Devilish Qi into the demonic bone.

After a moment, the Grand Elder snapped his eyes open and pointed south. "Your Majesty! It is on the edge of the Eastern Wastelands! A Mortal city called Qingyun City!"

"Eastern Wastelands? A Mortal city?"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor sneered. "It seems some reclusive old fogey picked up the demon spear. No matter who it is, anyone who dares to touch my Demon Realm's sacred object will have their soul extracted and refined by this Emperor!"

"Pass down my orders! This Emperor will personally head to the Eastern Wastelands! To avoid attracting the attention of those hypocrites in the Central State's Immortal Court, this Emperor will infiltrate alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Jiuyou Devil Emperor turned into a pillar of black demonic light that tore through the Void Realm, heading straight for the Eastern Wastelands.

...

The sun set in the west.

In the northern suburbs of Qingyun City, at the Mortal Dwelling.

Lin Yuan had fished all afternoon and satisfied his craving, finally putting away that broken fishing rod.

At the bottom of the pond, Xiao Jin's mouth had developed several calluses from the broken iron clasp. He was so exhausted he lay slumped at the bottom, lacking even the strength to blow bubbles.

"That's enough fishing for today. Old Wan, clean up and get ready to make dinner."

Lin Yuan stretched and walked toward the main hall.

Just then.

Boom!

In the sky outside the Mortal Dwelling, the originally brilliant sunset was suddenly completely swallowed by an incredibly dense black Devilish Qi!

The entire Qingyun City was instantly plunged into boundless darkness.

The Mortals in the city hid in their houses one after another, tightly closing their doors and windows.

At the end of the street, a tall figure emitting the pressure of a Devil Emperor, like a god of death stepping out from the depths of Hell, walked through the Void Realm and arrived step by step before the gates of the Mortal Dwelling.

It was none other than the Jiuyou Devil Emperor!

He stared fixedly at the closed gates, feeling that familiar yet faint vibration of the demon spear coming from within, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"Finally found it! It's right inside this Mortal's courtyard!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor sneered, completely disregarding this seemingly ordinary residence.

He raised his hand, and a world-destroying demonic orb capable of crushing stars condensed in his palm, ready to blast the courtyard gates and everything living inside into dust.

"Mere Mortals are not worthy of keeping my Demon Realm's sacred object! Be reduced to ashes for this Emperor!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor roared, hurling the demonic orb fiercely at the gates.

However.

The moment the demonic orb was about to touch the gates.

To the left of the gates, the dark green stone lion's carved eyes suddenly bulged in fury!

"You bastard! Have you no shame!"

A roar like Nine Heavens thunder exploded directly in the Jiuyou Devil Emperor's mind.

Immediately after, a dark green stone lion paw that blotted out the sun, carrying a supreme demonic might that crushed everything, slapped down fiercely from the sky.

Smack!

A crisp slapping sound echoed through the street.

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor didn't even have a chance to react; the demonic orb in his hand, capable of destroying stars, was slapped to pieces. He himself was like a kite with a broken string, slapped directly into the soil beneath the bluestone slabs by that paw, creating a bottomless human-shaped pit!

Pfft!

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor spat out a large mouthful of purple-gold demonic blood, his bones shattered and his head ringing.

"Who is it?! To be able to shatter this Emperor's supreme Demonic Technique with a single slap?!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor looked up from the pit in absolute terror.

He was horrified to find that the one who had just struck him was actually a stone lion crouching at someone's gate!

Moreover, the demonic might emanating from that stone lion was actually more pure and countless times more terrifying than his own as the current Devil Emperor! That absolute suppression coming from the depths of his Bloodline left him unable to even conceive the thought of resisting.

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor stared fixedly at that dark green stone lion as a great figure he wouldn't even dare to dream of surfaced in his mind.

"An... Ancient Ancestor?!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor was so scared he crawled out of the pit, ignoring the mud and blood covering him, and flopped to his knees before the stone lion, trembling all over.

Inside the left stone lion.

Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo was nearly driven mad with rage by this unworthy descendant.

He had finally managed to secure a formal position as a gate guardian with the Master, enjoying the best food and drink every day, and even had his eyes personally dotted by the Master.

And yet today, his own descendant from the Demon Realm had actually come here to act presumptuously before the Master's gate! He even wanted to smash the Master's door!

If this displeased the Master, forget this idiotic Devil Emperor—even he, the Ancient Ancestor, might be turned into a real stone by the Master!

"You blind fool!"

Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo suppressed his fury, roaring through Divine Sense at the kneeling Jiuyou Devil Emperor: "Who gave you permission to run here and behave wildly?! Do you have any idea what kind of existence lives inside?!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor was berated until he was miserable, and he replied through transmission: "Ancient Ancestor! This Junior sensed the aura of the god-slaying demon spear and came specifically to welcome back the sacred object! How could you be here acting as a gate guardian?"

"Shut up!"

Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo was so angry his stone body was shaking.

"What sacred object! That broken iron rod is now one of the four pillars of the pavilion in the Master's courtyard! To be able to support the Master's pavilion is the supreme honor of that demon spear!"

"And! For this old man to be a gate guardian here is a blessing earned over eight lifetimes! What would a fool like you know!"

A pavilion pillar?!

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor felt as if he'd been struck by lightning; he was completely stunned.

The number one ominous weapon of the Demon Realm that shook the Three Thousand Dao States and slaughtered gods and buddhas—the god-slaying demon spear—was actually serving as a pavilion pillar in someone's courtyard?!

"It's not just the demon spear!" Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo continued to scold him, frustrated by his lack of common sense. "The Star-Slasher Sword of the Sword Sect and the Sky-Propping Pillar of the Yao Race are all in there as supports! You dare go in and snatch them? Do you think our Demon Realm isn't dying fast enough?!"

Hearing this, the Jiuyou Devil Emperor fell into complete despair.

With the peerless divine weapons of the other two factions also serving as pillars, the strength of the Master inside had simply exceeded the limits of his imagination.

"Ancient Ancestor, please appease your anger! This Junior knows his mistake! This Junior will crawl back to the Demon Abyss immediately and never dare to step into the Eastern Wastelands again!"

The Jiuyou Devil Emperor kowtowed while preparing to slip away.

Just then.

Creak.

The gate was pulled open from the inside.

Lin Yuan was holding a broken wooden basin, preparing to come out and pour away some vegetable washing water.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw the Jiuyou Devil Emperor kneeling on the ground, his Face covered in blood and his body caked in mud.

"Hmm? What's going on here?"

Lin Yuan held the water basin, looking at this stranger with some surprise.

The moment the Jiuyou Devil Emperor felt Lin Yuan appear, a terrifying pressure that ignored all Laws and transcended the Heavenly Dao instantly descended upon him!

He didn't even have the courage to lift his head, feeling that before this young man who showed not a shred of magical power, he, the master of the Demon Realm, was as tiny and laughable as an ant.

"Is this the supreme taboo being that the Ancient Ancestor follows?!" The Jiuyou Devil Emperor let out a groan of despair in his heart.

Lin Yuan looked at the bloodied man in black kneeling before his gate and sighed.

"These days, there are always these destitute beggars tripping and falling in front of our house. Old Wan, come out and give me a hand."

Lin Yuan turned and shouted into the courtyard, "Help this injured beggar move a bit further away and give him two buns. Don't let him die in front of our house; it's bad luck."