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Martial Master

Chapter 3772: Whispers from the Riverbed 🌊

Published: January 3, 2025

The old gnome elder looked at Gu Li Mo speechlessly and said, "This Pluto fish, although it looks ugly, is actually extremely delicious with tender meat... Pff, what am I saying? In fact, no one would be willing to cook such a Pluto fish for soup. Almost everyone who gets a Pluto fish either uses it to refine pills or directly absorbs its power. Cooking it for soup would be too wasteful."

"This ugly fish is so delicious? It doesn't look like it!"

Even though the gnome elder said so, Gu Li Mo still frowned, unable to believe that such an ugly Pluto fish could be so amazing and delicious.

Could it be a scam?

Qin Chen's heart moved; this fish could also be used for alchemy?

It made sense. He carefully sensed the few fish in front of him, each containing an astonishing divine aura.

Perhaps it was due to years of consuming the power of the rules, every fish contained powerful energy comparable to some top-tier holy medicines.

The most crucial part was that this kind of rule power had a significant effect on Venerables, enough to make many people tempted.

No wonder this divine light fish was quite valuable in the black market.

"Quite interesting."

Qin Chen became interested, catching several fish in succession, each varying in shape, giving him a new understanding of the Yuming Star River. Perhaps one could discover the true existence of this Yuming Star River through the fish caught from it.

Thinking this, Qin Chen stuffed the Pluto fish into a water bucket and cast his line again.

Seeing Qin Chen catch another fish, the gnome elder was somewhat dazed. Lord Mo Chen's luck really was extraordinary, but was it just luck?

That gnome elder didn't know, but Ci Tian Qiong was very clear. Lord Mo Chen's background was extremely mysterious. Although his cultivation was not high, he must be among the most elite in the Demon Tribe, not to be underestimated.

Therefore, even though it was Lord Mo Chen's first time in the black market, being able to catch fish one after another before was not necessarily just luck; perhaps he had some unique techniques as well.

For someone like Lord Mo Chen, having some means was entirely normal.

After casting his line again, Qin Chen patiently waited. This time, the source within him surged, spreading more of the death rules, causing the fishing line submerged in the star river to pulse with overwhelming death energy.

However, strangely, after dropping the bait this time, the float remained still, as if all the fish had vanished.

The gnome elder and the others stared at Qin Chen, fearing that after he cast his line again, another fish would come up. Each was inexplicably tense, but after waiting for a moment and finding no movement, they all sighed in relief.

Luck; it must have been luck before.

They thought to themselves, their eyes still fixed on Qin Chen.

Sensing their gazes, Qin Chen looked suspiciously at himself and raised his head to the gnome elder and Ci Tian Qiong, saying, "Are there any issues with me?"

"No, no."

The gnome elder quickly waved his hand, "Please continue fishing, we are just casually observing."

Ci Tian Qiong and Gu Li Mo also shook their heads repeatedly, but their eyes were still glued to Qin Chen, wanting to know how he was fishing!

Ignoring them, Qin Chen held his breath and concentrated, placing his divine soul into an ethereal state, as if merging with the Yuming Star River.

Buzz! The Sky Patch Hammer inside Qin Chen subtly moved, manifesting countless stars that exuded a mysterious aura, resonating with the Yuming Star River.

Vaguely, Qin Chen felt as if he could see the inner workings of the Yuming Star River, where mysterious glows surged.

This glow was incredibly mysterious, appearing to be engraved with some patterns, with runes flickering, but he could not see clearly what it was.

What made Qin Chen more shocked was that at the dark riverbed of the Yuming Star River, whispers echoed, as if someone was murmuring in his ear, beckoning him to enter the depths of the river.

The voice was extremely faint, elusive, seeming both real and illusory, making it hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.