CHAPTER 1700: CHAPTER 1700: THE FISHING TYCOON

"Is that elder Mateo Patel living as a hermit in this Snow Peak?"

Carson Flores examined the endless snowy mountains before him with a hint of curiosity, "This place is nothing but ice and snow. A Peak Heavenly Immortal doesn’t need cultivation anymore, so what is he doing here alone?"

Alfred Weaver softly replied, "After he retired, he occasionally traveled around, and each time he returned, he brought me different gifts. At that time, one of the things I looked forward to most was Grandpa Patel’s return because it meant a lot of gifts for me."

"Later, when I was harmed, Grandpa Patel heard the news and searched everywhere for me. Eventually, when everyone lost hope, he abandoned his plan of trying his luck in the High Immortal Realm, came back here to live in seclusion, and never went out again, spending his days fishing, planting vegetables, and tending to flowers."

"When he used to live here, he would bring me a share if he caught a good fish or grew good vegetables and fruits, come to see me, talk with me, chat. But after I was gone, he never went to the Celestial Palace again."

"After I came back, I visited him as soon as possible. He was so happy that his eyes turned red and repeatedly urged me that if I ever faced any difficulties, I should look for him at any time. He even said that as long as there was news on Maggie Fitzgerald, he would go and kill!"

Alfred Weaver’s voice was full of emotion. It was clear that the old man considered her his own granddaughter, and similarly, Alfred treated him as her real grandfather. Otherwise, how could there be such a long period of selfless waiting?

Perhaps, after losing all hope, staying here was his way of hoping that one day Alfred Weaver could safely return.

Fortunately, even after waiting ten thousand years, Alfred Weaver finally returned safely.

He is a respectable elder!

Flying over the continuous mountaintops, Carson saw a dark pond below. The pond surface wasn’t large, but it was terrifyingly black. Beside the pond, a white-haired old man was holding a fishing rod, sitting on the bank with his eyes closed as if napping.

Curiously, Carson asked, "Is that elder Mateo Patel? With his skills, any fish should come with a beckon, right? Is he fishing here just to pass the time?"

Alfred Weaver explained, "This Cold Pond is not simple. Its depth is unknown, and the deeper it goes, the colder it gets. Grandpa Patel said he once tried to reach the bottom but could only get to about four thousand meters deep before his whole body froze, and Spiritual Energy almost froze and couldn’t circulate, making it impossible to go further."

"Although people can’t go down there, a special kind of fish lives in this Cold Pond, one that others have never seen. Grandpa Patel named them Cold Fish. These fish live at great depths and grow very slowly, but these Cold Fish, which grow in extremely yin-water, are very helpful for spiritual cultivation, especially beneficial for women."

"Grandpa Patel spends years fishing here, often without any catch. That’s why I say, whenever Grandpa catches a fish, he always brings it to me.

Carson subconsciously thought of the Endless Abyss among the Six Extreme Lands of the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, where it leads to the Earth’s Core, inhabited by indescribably fierce creatures, which even the powerful Delarosa couldn’t fully explore."

And there’s the Harmony Hollow, where anyone who enters without obtaining the Spiritual Spring within will be poisoned, with no solution."

One can only say that the world is vast and full of wonders.

Landing by the pond, Daniel Patel had already opened his eyes, turned to look, and displayed a kindly smile.

"Grandpa Patel, did you catch any fish today?"

Daniel Patel laughed, "Nothing’s biting... looks like you’re out of luck today... huh..."

Suddenly, Daniel Patel stopped speaking, turned to look at the fishing rod, only to see the tip of the rod suddenly bending and being pulled toward the water.

In his eyes, a look of delight appeared, and his right hand gave a sudden jerk.

Spiritual Energy channeled through the fishing rod and then to the fishing line, which suddenly flew upward as if someone was pulling it from the sky.

The fishing line rapidly rose above the water surface.

Alfred Weaver asked excitedly, "Is it hooked?"

Daniel Patel stared at the water’s surface, "Just wait and see."

As time passed, the fishing line extracted from the water grew longer, and finally, with a churn of the water, a black fish broke through the surface, soaring into the air.

"Haha, got it!"

With a gesture, Daniel Patel enveloped the black fish in an invisible force, obediently bringing it over.

The Cold Fish was about thirty centimeters long, somewhat resembling a carp, entirely pitch black, exuding an air of intense cold.

Turning to Alfred Weaver with a smile, Daniel Patel said, "Since you returned, I’ve been fishing here, hoping to catch one to give you, but had no luck—until today, just as you arrived. It looks like you’re very lucky!"

Alfred Weaver chuckled, "Perhaps it’s not my luck but his. He’s always been fortunate."

Daniel Patel cast his gaze on Carson Flores, sweeping his eyes over him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Bones tempered into a Magical Sword, interesting. You must be Carson Flores, the Human Emperor of the Barbaric Wilderness Realm who saved Alfred, right?"