Jiangcheng.
Wild Boar Gorge abandoned quarry.
Morning mist mixed with the smell of mud and fishy water. On the surface of the pond, a cheap 9.9-yuan fiberglass fishing rod stood casually stuck in the mud.
Yu Xian wore his faded gray undershirt and pink plastic slippers, squatting by the shore while poking around in the mud with a stick.
“Dad! Look! I dug up a big one!”
Wang Da Fu rushed out from the bushes, holding a red plastic bucket. Inside it wriggled a purple-gold earthworm as thick as a finger.
This creature had mutated after the Return-to-Void incident due to revived earth energy veins.
On the black market outside, one of these could buy an apartment in central Beijing—but here, it was just bait.
“Stop shouting. You trying to scare all the fish away?”
Yu Xian glared at him, casually threading the worm onto the hook and tossing it into the water.
Behind him, a white heavy-duty RV was parked.
Su Wanyi stood by a portable stove, wearing an apron. She lifted the lid—rich, milky crucian carp soup filled the air with fragrance.
Su Xi sat next to “Little Red” on a waterproof mat.
Little Red was officially Su Xi’s “tutor,” though her lessons were usually things like “how to crush stars with bare hands” or “cross-dimensional physics strikes.” Su Wanyi, however, assumed it was advanced astronomy education.
“Teacher, will Uncle catch fish today?”
Su Xi asked softly.
Little Red glanced at Yu Xian’s slouched, tired back and chuckled behind her hand.
“He once fished gods and demons out of the Return-to-Void… but here in Wild Boar Gorge? Probably still going to be empty-handed.”
Just then—
A convoy of armored black luxury cars slowly arrived on the bumpy dirt road.
Former White Eagle President Osborne, a representative of the British royal family, and fully armed General Chu Feng stepped out, lining up carefully with thermally sealed containers in their hands.
“Mr. Yu, this is freshly cut bluefin tuna eye meat from ten minutes ago. Please accept it.”
Osborne now regularly came to Jiangcheng like a pilgrim.
“Mr. Yu, this is a three-hundred-year-old royal whisky…”
Yu Xian didn’t even turn his head, staring at the float.
“Put it on the side of the road. Step back 500 meters. You’re blocking my light.”
The world leaders—capable of shaking global economies with a single step—nervously obeyed, placing items neatly before retreating in formation like disciplined recruits.
This was Jiangcheng’s rule.
No gods. No presidents.
Only a fisherman with a bad temper.
Inside Yu Xian’s mind, the Sealing God List floated quietly.
The Outer Demons who once tried to harvest Earth were now obediently… building bricks inside its internal space.
Yu Xian had assigned them to construct a “Eternal Fishing Ground,” which he planned to use as a backup fishing spot on rainy days.
“Old Jiang… this is what a real laid-back life looks like.”
Yu Xian smirked internally.
Suddenly—
The float plunged violently.
“BIG ONE!”
Yu Xian’s eyes lit up instantly. He shot up, gripping the 9.9-yuan rod with both hands.
“Rise!”
A faint dark-red force wrapped around the rod, resisting a terrifying pull that could’ve shattered carbon fiber.
Splash!
The water exploded.
A massive metallic object—scorched and gleaming—was dragged out of the mud and slammed onto the shore.
Wang Da Fu leaned in, eyes nearly popping out.
“Dad… this has the White Eagle emblem… this looks like their failed spy satellite return capsule from last month…”
Yu Xian stared at it silently for ten seconds.
Then—
“FUUUUCK!”
His roar echoed through the valley.
“Why the hell am I always catching non-fish things?!”
“I JUST WANT A CRUCIAN CARP!”
From the RV, Su Wanyi laughed.
“Xiao Yu, stop messing around. Soup’s ready. Come eat.”
“I’m coming!”
The furious Yu Xian instantly switched expression, kicked the billion-dollar return capsule into the reeds, and walked away with his bucket.
Since sealing the demons in the Sealing God List, Yu Xian, Su Wanyi, Su Xi, and Wang Fei had been living a chaotic but peaceful life.
Su Wanyi had fully embraced cooking, experimenting with high-dimensional ingredients from the Return-to-Void, leaving world leaders drooling outside at a safe distance.
Su Xi, under Little Red’s guidance, learned to use star energy and spatial folding to cheat on elementary math homework—until Yu Xian once found her teleporting an eraser to the moon and gave her a traditional “feather duster education.”
As for Wang Fei, she continued her global concerts… occasionally smashing titanium stages with overly enthusiastic dance moves, with all damages quietly deducted from demon labor fees.
Yu Xian patted the dirt off his pants, picked up his empty bucket, and shuffled toward the RV in slippers.
No more three-thousand-year karma.
No more cosmic threats.
The sun set, stretching the family’s shadows long across the ground.
As for the Sealing God List, the changing world, and the distant cosmic dangers—
To Yu Xian, none of it mattered as much as a hot bowl of fish soup and the noisy people behind him.
Who cares about Ragnarok.
This damn fishing pond—
He’s got it covered.
(The End)
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