Chapter 125: Luck Is Not Destiny

Since the start of this fish-fixing betting, it has become the most popular activity for monks in Congyunhai.

Especially the last fish-fixing betting at the end of each year, the number of monks participating is so large that it almost fills the isolated island.

Everyone wants to get rich overnight.

Anchored at the end of 2016, Li Fan also went to join in the fun.

He found that there are really some tricks to this fish-fixing. It is not just as simple as just luck.

You know, the fish in this isolated island lake come from all over Congyunhai.

Each of them that can travel thousands of miles to come here is not bad in strength.

During the 27-day observation period, these fish must not only ensure their survival position in the lake, but also accumulate strength and prepare for the final leap.

And on the day when the lake finally erupts, when the water splashes, the position of each fish also largely determines the height of the final leap.

Tens of millions of fish, in this lake, the fate is intertwined with each other, fighting for each other's life.

The only lucky one not only had to defeat its competitors, but also had to rely on the "destiny" of the lake to become the final winner.

How difficult it was!

Li Fan's mind flowed among tens of millions of fish, and after a long time, he did not find a particularly suitable one.

In the end, he could only randomly choose a fish that looked relatively strong before the time limit.

As a result, this fish did not survive the remaining three days, and was swallowed by the other two fish before the lake water erupted.

Li Fan shook his head and had to admit that he was unlucky.

The final result came out, and the one that jumped high above all the fish was actually a sickly and inconspicuous white pomfret.

This fish could only barely survive in the lake before, but it was unexpected that it had the last laugh.

The monks replayed the scenes recorded by the photo stone and found that the white pomfret was so lucky that it was against the sky.

When the lake water erupted, it was at the point where the water flow was the most intense.

In addition, it had been accumulating strength before, and with the blessing of many factors, it was able to soar into the sky and take the lead.

No one could have predicted it, and could only look at the white pomfret with regret.

Li Fan locked it with a murderous intent and carefully memorized its appearance in his heart.

"I don't know, in the next life, will this fish still win in the end?" Li Fan thought inexplicably.

After the fish selection was over, some people were happy and some were sad.

But what should be done still had to be done.

A group of monks joined forces, and soon, except for the white pomfret, all the other fish in the lake were refined into essence in an instant.

The white pomfret swallowed this ball of essence, and its body expanded several times in an instant.

Its teeth became as sharp as a blade, and blood-red stripes appeared between its scales, and a fierce breath emerged from its body.

In a short period of time, this white pomfret seemed to have completed the transformation that other fish might not be able to complete in their lifetime.

After releasing the white pomfret back into the sea, the monks left together.

Li Fan followed them.

Halfway through the flight, Li Fan suddenly froze.

Because, in the sense of Wu Xiang's killing intent, the white pomfret that had just completed its transformation and ascended to heaven in one step was rapidly declining.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Li Fan was a little curious, and immediately activated the art of seeing and hearing the sky.

In the picture, five ugly and ferocious fish were besieging the white pomfret.

The strength of each of these fish was not inferior to the white pomfret that had just transformed.

Now that they were besieged collectively, how could they resist?

Soon they were seriously injured and dying.

Li Fan saw clearly that the blood and essence of these five fish were mixed, and it was obvious that they had not evolved to this level by themselves, and there were obvious signs of artificial cultivation.

"Interesting, these are all the fish that won in the past few years?" Li Fan figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

These fish that had obtained good fortune could not enter the lake again to participate in the fish hunting due to the obstruction of the formation outside the isolated island.

However, they had already developed spiritual intelligence and knew that new fish leaders would be born here every month.

So, they stayed here, joined forces to strangle these newly born fish leaders, and shared their flesh and blood.

Even if they could not obtain good fortune, they could eat the fish that had obtained good fortune, and the effect was the same.

Under Li Fan's gaze, the white pomfret that the cultivators had just said was "destined" and "lucky to the point of defying the heavens" was instantly destroyed and buried in the stomachs of five fish.

Only the bright red blood stain that slowly rose from the bottom of the sea proved that it had existed.

After the five strange fish were full, their vitality expanded a little more.

They left with a satisfied shake of their heads.

Li Fan looked at this scene from a distance and fell into deep thought.

After returning to Wanxian Island, he did not choose to retreat in the Tianxuan Mirror.

Instead, he squinted his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the statue of the old man with a tall crown on the island looking down at all living beings.

The feeling in his heart became deeper.

"Perhaps, there is nothing new in this world..."

Li Fan realized.

Time passed slowly without stopping.

After 17 years of anchoring, Zhang Haobo's cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building.

Li Fan once observed for a while and found that he no longer practiced "Dinghai Divine Sword" over and over again.

Instead, he started the journey of chasing the wind again.

But unlike before, every time he arrived at a storm site, Zhang Haobo danced with the sword with the wind.

One hundred and eight Dinghai Divine Swords were combined into a blue giant sword.

In Zhang Haobo's hand, facing the howling wind, he slashed against the trend.

The roaring wind disaster seemed to be weakening as he swung his sword again and again.

But this trend was very weak, and it would be difficult to detect if Li Fan had not seen and heard everything clearly, and could not see the flow and change of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

However, Zhang Haobo was not surprised by praise or criticism.

He never gave up, and pursued one wind disaster after another.

He honed his sword intent in the wind.

"It seems that he will soon break through again." Li Fan had no envy of his rapid progress.

As early as the moment he entered the world of cultivation with [True], Li Fan knew that the speed of cultivation was not that important to him.

What he should do is to accumulate from one life to another and build an extremely solid foundation.

And now, after seeing the white pomfret being eaten, he has become more determined in his judgment.

Only by practicing for a hundred lifetimes can there be a slight possibility of escaping the deadlock.

...

Li Fan's days on Wanxian Island were as peaceful as ever.

In the middle of the 17th year of anchoring, Li Fan had accumulated more than 8,000 contribution points and bought two rare items of lower-grade people.

He went out for a trip and unlocked the second anchor point of [Huanzhen].

He did not choose to anchor directly for the time being. Li Fan planned to see the unlocking of the third anchor point before making plans.

However, not long after that, Li Fan's peaceful life was broken.

He received a message from the Tianji Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, requiring him to assist in the investigation of a mysterious death case involving two Yuanying, six Jindan, nineteen foundation-building, and several Qi-refining monks.