God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 1

In the grand main hall of the Azure Origin Sect, a figure of imposing stature occupied a throne crafted from purple gold.

Sect Leader Empress Lyralei flickered her eyes, which shimmered with the brilliance of celestial stars. Dressed in a flowing wine-red gown, her striking figure reclined against the ornate armrest, her bare feet resting nonchalantly.

As she cradled her cheeks with lotus-like grace, her languid yet sharp gaze swept across the room of gathered disciples, finally resting upon the young man kneeling, before her.

"Elder peak masters," her melodious voice reverberated through the chamber,

"Ethan, a disciple of the outer sect, has forged his path to martial arts through pure physical Cultivation. Despite his lack of a Dantian or spiritual roots, his grasp of concepts is peerless and his prowess is unmatched among his outer sect contemporaries. I intend to induct him as an inner sect disciple and appoint him to the rank of Saint Protector. What is your counsel?"

The hall descended into a pervasive silence.

The gathered members traded meaningful glances, though none dared vocalize their reservations.

As the reigning head of the Azure Origin Dao Sect, Empress Lyralei held supreme title and wielded absolute power.

Her might was legendary and her authority was unquestionable; her decree served as law across the entire realm. Aside from perhaps the cherished Saintess herself, who would possess the audacity to challenge her?

Those gathered in the main hall were veteran individuals in the ways of Cultivation who understood the unspoken conventions of the Sect.

It was clear to all that the Empress was merely issuing a declaration—this invitation for input was merely a formality. To voice dissent openly would be nothing less than an invitation to disaster.

Ultimately, who wouldn't covet the opportunity for a subordinate to ascend to the position of Saint Protector? The rank bestowed immense prestige and unparalleled prospects.

The Saintess was not only exquisite in appearance but possessed immense talent as the Empress’s sole direct disciple and future head of the sect. For any devotee of the Azure Origin Dao Sect, protecting her was both an immense honor and a vital stepping stone for advancement.

The advantages were vast—superior access to resources, an assured trajectory for Growth, and the distinct honor of standing in the immediate presence of the Saintess.

The implications of this proximity were readily apparent to all; no explanation was required.

"Since there are no objections, the decision is final," the Empress announced, clearly satisfied.

"Master, this disciple has words to share."

A young woman adorned in an elegant lavender robe rose gracefully. Standing tall with ethereal beauty, she projected an aura as frigid and distant as an iceberg. She bowed her hands with formality.

Her piercing blue eyes locked onto the youth kneeling on the floor, regarding him from her elevated vantage point with palpable disdain and chilling contempt.

This was Saintess Seraphina, the current Saintess of the Azure Origin Dao Sect.

Though only seventeen, she had already successfully reached the Nascent Soul realm—a milestone that demanded over a century of grueling struggle from ordinary peers. Not only had she awakened the legendary Ice Spirit Soul Body, an ancient physique of immense power, but her talent mirrored that of Empress Lyralei herself in her formative years.

"Saintess, do you find the guardian chosen by your master unsatisfactory?" the Empress queried, her voice maintaining an unhurried, calm tempo.

"You are already supported by three guardians, each possessing unique expertise. A master of physical arts is the only piece missing from your defense. With his aid, your future responsibilities will become far more manageable."

"Master," Seraphina countered, her voice carrying a sharp, icy chill,

"I recognize this man. Upon deep reflection, I recall seeing him near the Moonlit Springs during my early days entering the sect."

"His conduct was suspicious; it was evident at a glance that he intended to spy on female disciples as they bathed. Such a perverted soul is entirely unworthy of the inner sect!"

"Indeed? Is this accuracy?" The Empress, who had remained languid, let her brow furrow.

The moment Seraphina’s accusation landed, the hall burst into a flurry of commotion.

"Moonlit Springs is the sanctuary where female disciples of the Dao Sect relax and bathe. To think this scoundrel would dare conceive of such a base act!"

"While our Azure Origin Dao Sect prioritizes talent and martial strength, moral character is a fundamental metric for a disciple's integrity."

"This boy exhibits such lecherous tendencies at this age. He is fundamentally disqualified from serving as a Saint Protector."

The indignant whispers fueled a heated debate throughout the hall.

Meanwhile, Ethan, still kneeling in confusion, slowly pried his eyes open. His surroundings blurred, then sharpened, revealing a world entirely foreign to his experiences.

The magnificent hall featured dragon carvings upon colossal pillars, and an ornate carpet ran down the center, flanked by robed individuals in ancient attire.

They murmured like a gathering of agitated birds, yet their language remained entirely beyond his grasp.

"Damn it, my head is splitting. Overtime really takes its toll, but this hallucination is getting absurd," Ethan muttered, rubbing his temple with intensity.

"Where exactly am I? Is this a dreaming state? Some kind of film production?"

Suddenly, a deluge of foreign memories flooded his mind. After a brief but agonizing period of resistance, the information fused with his own consciousness.

"Azure Origin Dao Sect... Cultivators... Warriors?"

"Good grief, did I genuinely transmigrate?"

Ethan pinched his arm with force. The sharp bite of pain made him inhale deeply.

"Ouch... that is definitely real. This is no hallucination!"

"I have transmigrated. It has actually happened!"

Accepting his reality, Ethan abandoned all attempts to label this a delusion. Since returning to his world was impossible, he needed to navigate this new existence with haste.

"Incredible... such beauty actually exists!"

Ethan’s eyes traveled from Saintess Seraphina to Empress Lyralei. Both individuals possessed a beauty that defied logical description, bordering on absolute perfection.

The younger woman radiated a cold, haughty arrogance—the quintessential ice queen. The woman upon the throne possessed a mature allure, a tired yet lazy grace that made her even more alluring than her younger counterpart.

To marry such a woman would be a life of unparalleled fortune.

"Very well, if those are the facts, we shall postpone your search for a fourth protector. I will help locate a more suitable candidate later. As for Ethan..." The Empress’s heavy gaze locked onto him.

"Saintess, what is your preferred method of disposing of this matter?"

"Wait? Dispose of what exactly?" Ethan scanned his surroundings in confusion.

"What on earth is this accusation about?"

Having only just arrived, he was already facing punitive actions from the Sect. What crime had he committed?

As his panic stabilized, the incorporated memories clarified the recent situation.

Just moments before, he had stood at the threshold of becoming an inner sect disciple and Saint Protector—a role of immense prestige.

The Saintess currently staring at him was the frigid beauty who had blocked his ascent.

The Azure Origin Dao Sect was effectively a premier sect in the region, a place every practitioner aspired to join.

But Saintess Seraphina had stood in defiance, accusing him of being a pervert who had once spied on disciples bathing.

Hunting through his acquired memories, Ethan identified the incident. Seven years ago, when the former owner of this body first joined as an outer disciple, he was ignorant of the sect’s layout, including the prohibited path to the springs.

While pursuing a rabbit demon, he wandered deep into the woods.

Passing a lake, he caught an unintentional glimpse of the area. He was only ten at the time—a naive, innocent boy who would never dare to peep. He had seen a flicker of movement from a distance and, struck by panic, had fled instantly.

There was no intent to spy—it was a total misunderstanding. Yet, here he was, facing a colossal scandal over one fleeting, innocent glance.

"I yield to whatever the Master determines," Seraphina answered with a bow, casting one last look of disgust at Ethan.

The young man appeared composed and kind, even quite handsome. Had she not witnessed his behavior and known of his deviant nature, other female disciples might well fall prey to his charade in the future.

"Outer sect disciple Ethan," the Empress pronounced, her voice carrying the crushing weight of absolute authority,

"you demonstrated shameful sexual misconduct by spying on female disciples in your youth. By the laws of our sect, your cultivation should be abolished and you should be expelled entirely!"

"However, considering your years of humble dedication, I will strip away your inner sect disciple status and sentence you to patrol the ancestral tomb at Serene Mirror Lake. You shall spend fifty years in solitary meditation, reflecting upon your transgressions. You are strictly forbidden from leaving this location!"

The Empress’s judgment echoed through the hall like a thunderclap, sealing Ethan’s fate with the absolute finality of a heavenly decree.