Chapter 187: Chapter 186: A Bunch of Actors?

Jiang Zuo and his group stopped. At the entrance to the fifth floor, the Holy Land Disciples were a little disappointed. They actually hadn’t come up.

’So the famed twelve anglers are nothing special after all.’

As for the others on the fifth floor, when they heard about some "group of twelve," they just chuckled and said nothing. They were just a bunch of clowns, not worth wasting their fishing time over.

The people on the fourth floor, however, were the most exasperated. This group was just too conspicuous, especially with that enormous headshot. Because the picture was so large, it made everyone feel as if Demon Cultivator Mo Yan was looking down on them with a mocking expression.

It made for a terrible fishing experience.

’Did this group come here just to piss people off?’

"Can I report them? I feel like they’re deliberately causing trouble," someone said, his face grim as he stared at Mo Yan’s peace sign in the photo.

"My friend, I’d advise against it. Do you have any idea who Demon Cultivator Mo Yan runs with?

Besides, don’t Demon Cultivators care about their reputation?

Reporting her would be a slap in the face, wouldn’t it?

She’ll kill you for it," said a man in a black robe sitting next to him.

The man replied, "But don’t you think this group of twelve is deliberately mocking the Demon Cultivator?

I heard that Demon Cultivator Mo Yan is an imposing, extraordinarily fierce, and incredibly brutal man.

So isn’t a girly-looking picture like this the real offense to Demon Cultivator Mo Yan?"

PFFT...

A woman caked in makeup sitting next to the Black-robed Demon Cultivator nearly choked to death on a mouthful of water. "Demon Cultivator Mo Yan is imposing and extraordinary? Incredibly brutal? A man?

How in the world did that rumor start?"

’Imposing and extraordinary? Her?’

’She’s just some brat with long, straight black hair who doesn’t even know how to put on makeup.’

’Incredibly brutal?’

’More like incredibly goofy!’

’A man?’

’A tomboy, maybe!’

As someone who knew Demon Cultivator Mo Yan very well, Witch Dan Xue felt a strong urge to roast her.

’What in the world happened to Mo Yan’s reputation?’

Yes, these two were none other than the Black-robed Demon Cultivator and Witch Dan Xue.

When they first saw Mo Yan’s picture, they too had been completely dumbfounded. They had no idea what kind of crazy stunt Fairy Mo Yan was pulling this time.

’As a Demon Cultivator, how can you let a picture like this get out? Can she even call herself a Demon Cultivator anymore?’

’Has she no concern for the dignity of all Demon Cultivators?’

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator genuinely wanted to erase that picture, but he couldn’t do a thing about it when his biggest client was happy.

What could he say when his biggest client was happy? He was just an ordinary merchant.

Witch Dan Xue, on the other hand, was delighted. She thought this trip to the Holy Land was fantastic. ’I’ll just wait until I’ve posted Mo Yan’s headshot online,’ she mused.

’I’ll skip the live stream, though. The other party might involve that Po Xiao character, and who knows what unexpected twists could happen. I wouldn’t be too happy if this turned into free advertising for Demon Cultivator Mo Yan.’

’Then I’ll set the title: "The Awe-Inspiring Demon Cultivator Mo Yan, Tragically Cuteness-ified."’

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator looked at his phone. "Won’t this just get Demon Cultivator Mo Yan more fans? A lot of people think cute is king."

Witch Dan Xue replied nonchalantly, "If all Demon Cultivators shared that worldview, then our kind might as well go extinct. What would be the point of being a Demon Cultivator? We’d just be a bunch of goofballs."

"You’re absolutely right, Junior Sister."

What could the Black-robed Demon Cultivator say? Whatever his junior sister said, went.

There was no reasoning with someone who would smuggle herself into the Holy Land just because of a single social media post by Demon Cultivator Mo Yan.

At this point, many people were murmuring amongst themselves, but no one took any actual action.

The group’s Cultivation was poorly concealed, and while it would be easy to perceive their true levels, acting rashly without knowing their background was a risk. It wouldn’t do to anger them.

After all, anyone who could reach the fourth floor had to have some degree of strength.

And there was no one arrogant enough to cause trouble just by relying on a powerful family background.

Ximen Chuihuo was here with his younger sister, but he wasn’t an idiot. He’d rather fish in peace than jump out and start something.

It was annoying, to be sure, but all the group had done was display a large picture. Since the Holy Land itself wasn’t getting involved, there was no reason for them to worry.

Besides, Ximen Chuihuo’s main reason for being here wasn’t to increase his Cultivation.

He wanted to know what the Eight Trigrams Colored Fish tasted like.

As for how he’d made it this far up...

...he had many Spirit Beasts, a good number of them powerful, and he wasn’t weak himself.

He wasn’t a genius blessed with outstanding aptitude, but he was stronger than countless geniuses who were.

No one in the entire Spiritual Control Sect had ever expected this.

As for Ximen Linglong, she could barely make it with the help of her Water Qilin (though in reality, she probably couldn’t have managed it on her own).

But with Ximen Chuihuo leading the way, it was no problem at all.

The fourth floor was filled with a large number of Tier Three and Tier Four experts. Any Tier Two Cultivator who managed to get up here invariably possessed some extraordinary ability.

Jiang Zuo and his group sat by the lake, doing nothing more than fishing quietly.

So, while the group was bizarre, they hadn’t actually come to cause trouble (if one didn’t count that illusion).

Eventually, everyone else just went back to their own fishing, deciding to treat the group as just another part of the scenery.

But scenery is supposed to be static, and Jiang Zuo’s group was anything but.

Soon, the first to move was, once again, Chu Qing.

He lifted his fishing rod and announced, "I’m first again."

An Eight Trigrams Colored Fish then vanished into his rod and flowed into his body.

Having caught so many already, he was unfazed. He calmly lowered his rod and resumed fishing.

Everyone present was a Cultivator, and Chu Qing hadn’t bothered to conceal his voice, so they all saw and heard what happened.

He was so casual, so nonchalant, without a hint of the joy one feels from catching a fish.

This made everyone scoff internally. ’What an act. Keep it up.’

’It’s just one fish.’ They were utterly disdainful. ’This group is just desperate for attention.’

’If they weren’t trying to grab the spotlight, would they be this flashy?’

’Who’d believe that?’

But before their disdain could even settle, Chu Qing lifted her rod. "And I’m second again."

"..."

’Heh, just a coincidence. With so many of them, the odds are naturally higher. And ’again’? Another drama queen.’

Just then, Xiao Xiaomo also raised her rod. "And third is still me."

This time, everyone felt their eyebrows twitch.

But they remained disdainful. ’Just a bunch of show-offs,’ they thought.

’They just got a lucky break. We’ll get one too.’

At that moment, a Fairy among the other anglers also caught a fish. She immediately announced, "I only just started today, and I’ve already caught four or five. They just keep biting, even when I don’t want them to."

The crowd: "..."

Then, another cultivator caught one and drawled, "Is this my thirtieth one for the day? Still feels a bit slow."

"..."

’Are they starting a bragging war?’

Now everyone understood. It turned out they all disliked the group of twelve.

Since they couldn’t fight them openly, their only option was to use a bit of theatrics to put them in their place.

Soon enough, someone else hooked a fish, and of course, they had to say something. "That makes one hundred and one. One every five minutes... my hand is getting pretty sore."

He even gave his hand a pretentious little wave as he spoke.

The crowd by the lake nodded slightly. ’The delivery wasn’t entirely natural, but it was a decent performance,’ they thought.

’But one every five minutes? Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?’

’That’s practically record-breaking.’

’But then again,’ they reasoned, ’since it’s all an act anyway, if you’re not going to make a big show of it, what’s the point?’

Now everyone was hoping to catch a fish so they could have their turn to show off. More importantly, it was a rare chance to receive appreciative glances from the others.

This just went to show how thoroughly detestable that group of twelve was.

It was bad enough that they were attention-seekers, but they were also a bunch of insufferable actors.

It left a really bad taste in everyone’s mouths.

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