When Qin Ming heard this, he couldn't help but frown. To be honest, this test really made him feel baffled.
Just try fishing? Isn’t this too childish?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly use his magical powers to catch fish.
Who knows, the fisherman saw through it at a glance and sneered: "Little guy, don't try it. In a place like this, any magical means are useless."
"If you want to catch fish, you have to fish honestly. There is no other way."
"So what exactly is the test in this level?" Qin Ming couldn't help but ask.
"Why do you ask so many questions? All you need to know is that if you can't catch anything, then I will send you out." The fisherman said calmly.
Qin Ming had no choice but to sit there and continue fishing.
The fisherman looked at this scene and thought silently in his heart: "He has great fighting power and incredible talent. He was originally a good seedling, but unfortunately his luck is not good, so it is useless."
"Give him another hour. If he can't catch anything anymore, then I will have no choice but to send this guy out."
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the pool began to rumble and vibrate, and a huge force suddenly came from the fishing rod in Qin Ming's hand, causing the fishing line to snap tightly.
"What's going on?" Qin Ming was surprised, and then he pulled it up hard. Who knew that the fish in the water was actually very strong, and could even compete with him.
The fisherman couldn't help but have a look of horror in his eyes, and he almost cried out: "Could it be..."
Boom!
In the water, a whirlpool appeared, making a roaring sound.
Qin Ming tried his best to lift it up, only to see a seven-colored dragon stepping out of the water, struggling there like a loach.
A seven-color divine dragon that was so big was caught tightly by this fishhook and could not break free no matter how hard it struggled.
Qin Ming looked at this behemoth in astonishment. To be honest, he could not imagine why such a seven-color dragon could be fished out of this pond.
No matter how you look at it, this small pool doesn't look like it can accommodate such a divine object.
The fisherman was so frightened that he almost threw away the fishing rod in his hand. At this time, he completely lost his composure and said in a low voice: "You actually caught a seven-color dragon. It's impossible! This is absolutely impossible."
Maybe! Isn’t the Seven Color Divine Dragon a legend? I’ve been fishing here all my life, and I’ve never seen anyone catch a Seven Color Divine Dragon!”
"What on earth is this seven-color dragon? Could it be a real dragon?" Qin Ming asked.
"Of course it's not a real dragon anymore. This is a destiny dragon. Throughout the ages, very few people have been able to catch it."
As he said that, the old man looked at Qin Ming carefully, wanting to see what was so special about this little guy that he could actually catch the Luck Dragon.
In fact, there are still some people who can catch the Luck Divine Dragon throughout the ages, but the number is shockingly small, and such people may not come to the Immortal Ruins, let alone come here.
In the Immortal Palace, enter this light door.
Therefore, this fisherman has naturally never encountered such an existence.
"It turns out to be the Divine Dragon of Luck." Qin Ming suddenly realized. In fact, he had some guesses in his mind. They were basically close to each other. Now that he got the old man's answer, it was even more confirmed.
Fishing here is not a test of combat prowess, magical powers, martial arts, etc. It is a test of one thing, and that is luck.
Luck is the most illusory thing in the world. Many people think that luck does not exist. It belongs to those who believe in it and does not exist if they do not believe in it.
Whatever you catch in this pond represents your luck.
If your luck is too low, you will naturally fail the test and be worthless in the eyes of the Taichu Immortal Clan.
"It's understandable that you can catch the Luck Dragon, after all..."
After all, he has obtained the most treasured treasure in the immortal world. Even the most precious treasure in the immortal world, the Chaos Monument, fell into his hands, which is enough to prove that his luck is not low.
"You can absorb this fortune dragon directly. In the next period of time, you will have good luck again and again." The fisherman said.
Qin Ming took the luck dragon and it turned into a wisp of colorful energy and integrated into Qin Ming's body.
"Little guy, you passed the test." The fisherman couldn't help but smile.
Before, the fisherman had a business-like appearance and didn't even bother to explain the purpose of the pond. But now his attitude has become very enthusiastic, which makes Qin Ming a little uncomfortable.
"Thank you, senior!" Qin Ming said.
"I'll send you in right now." The fisherman waved his hand, and Qin Ming disappeared.
"No wonder he is such a monster. It turns out he is a man of great luck. Maybe he really has a chance to inherit the legacy of the Taichu Immortal Clan back then!" He murmured to himself.
Qin Ming was sent to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
There are mountains and rivers. There is a thatched house in front of the mountain, and in front of the house there is a woodcutter chopping firewood.
"I've met senior." Qin Ming walked forward.
"Very few people come here. Who sent you here?" the woodcutter asked.
"A fisherman."
"It turns out to be that old guy. Normally, if he can't catch anything good, he won't send you to me. You must have caught something, right?"
"That's right." Qin Ming nodded, but didn't say what he caught.
"Take this hatchet and go to the mountain to chop wood." The woodcutter threw out a hatchet.
"This test of the Taichu Immortal Clan is so weird, none of it is normal..." Qin Ming muttered secretly.
He picked up the hatchet and went up the mountain to chop wood.
The trees on the mountain are extremely hard and extremely difficult to cut. Even if you are as strong as Qin Ming, it is not easy to cut down a tree.
He knew that since it was a test, it would not be an easy task, so he just chopped wood honestly and didn't bother to think so much.
Before he knew it, he had been chopping firewood in this mountain for a month. Every time he came back with a bundle of firewood, the woodcutter just glanced at it and said nothing more.
"I'm so tired... I don't know when it will be done?" Qin Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead.
To be honest, he hadn't felt so tired for a long time since he became successful in cultivation. There must be something wrong with chopping firewood in this place, otherwise he wouldn't be so tired.
"That's it, your test is over."
"Did the junior pass?"
"Passed." The woodcutter gave him a strange look.
"Senior, why do you look at me like this? Is there something wrong with this test?" Qin Ming asked.
"There's nothing wrong with that. Do you know what part of you is being tested by asking you to go up the mountain to cut firewood?" said the woodcutter.