“I forgot about you.” Brian Carter, in a great mood, took a fish from the basket and gave it to Jessica Scott, the pet he brought along every time he went fishing. He then glanced at Jessica Scott, who had already started fishing in an orderly manner.

“Leopard-headed carp, try using four earthworms as bait.” Brian Carter recited what the Great Cave Sutra said about the leopard-headed carp.

Jessica Scott had been patiently fishing, but was a bit surprised when the other suddenly spoke. She immediately became puzzled about the four earthworms—she had never heard of earthworms with four heads. Could it be some kind of special demon creature? Why wasn’t it recorded in the “Compendium of Ten Thousand Demons”?

Brian Carter noticed the confusion in Jessica Scott’s eyes, made a chopping gesture in the air with his palm, tossed out, “Just cut it,” and hurried off to catch the Immortal Cloud Car on Route 7 of Baifeng Sect. To get back to Sibao Peak, he’d have to take the Route 7 Immortal Cloud Car and then transfer to Route 3, which would take a full half hour to get home.

If he missed this Immortal Cloud Car, he’d have to wait another hour for the next one.

Jessica Scott pondered for a moment before understanding: the so-called four earthworms just meant cutting an earthworm into pieces, and once the wounds healed, it would be like having four heads. So that’s what four earthworms meant.

Chapter 4: A Chance to Get Rich

Brian Carter had no idea Jessica Scott had so many thoughts about him. He hurried and managed to catch the Immortal Cloud Car, and in half an hour returned to the rather quiet Sibao Peak.

“Master is back, Master is back!”

The chubby Andrew Morris was waiting at the courtyard gate. When he saw Brian Carter return, he quickly stepped forward to take the fish basket and carried it on his back, then ran into the yard and shouted to the tall, long-legged, beautiful woman practicing swordsmanship, “Second Senior Sister, Master caught a lot of fish today…”

Second Senior Sister frowned instinctively at the mention of fish. For the past two months, they’d eaten fish every day—she was about to be sick of it! Although Master made the fish taste different every meal, fish was still fish.

Now, even the sweat from sword practice smelled fishy! Yet Master still enjoyed fishing tirelessly.

“Disciples, tonight we’re having West Lake Vinegar Fish.” Brian Carter walked into the yard and immediately sensed Second Senior Sister’s dissatisfied gaze, but still cheerfully announced, “It’s delicious.”

“West Lake Vinegar Fish—is that the West Lake from the White Snake Legend you told us about, Master?” Little Andrew Morris poked his head out from the kitchen, his big eyes shining. “Andrew Morris still likes listening to the Journey to the West stories you tell, Master. Will tonight’s after-dinner story be Journey to the West again? I really want to know how Great Sage Sun broke free from under Five Elements Mountain.”

Second Senior Sister, hearing there would be Journey to the West after dinner, silently sheathed her sword and turned to call the other senior and junior sisters and brothers to help Master clean the fish and prepare dinner.

After two months, the disciples who originally didn’t know how to clean fish were now more skilled than the fishmongers outside.

Everyone busied themselves, and the five master and disciples sat down in order of seniority. When they saw Brian Carter pick up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, they all picked up their rice bowls and started eating.

Second Senior Sister Emily Morris held her rice bowl and coldly glanced at the eldest senior sister Ashley Grant beside her. The eldest, who was eating, sensed the urging gaze, sighed softly, put down her bowl, and looked at Brian Carter.

“Master, when will you start cultivating again?” Ashley Grant looked at Brian Carter with difficulty. “Back then, you cultivated day and night, and we were all worried you’d go astray. It was hard enough for you to come back from the brink of death, and we’re afraid you’ll rush into training again. We’re glad you haven’t become obsessed with cultivation again. But… now you’re not cultivating at all…”

As the eldest finished, the others also put down their bowls and chopsticks. Even Andrew Morris, just a child of about ten, looked worried.

Today, Brian Carter had caught a seven-colored phoenix tail, completing the last ingredient for the Little Dragon Tiger Pill. He knew he only needed two days to finish refining the pill. By then, not to mention a top disciple of Xingyao Peak, he could face the entire Xingyao Peak and declare, “I’ll take on ten at once!”

He tapped the fish on the table lightly with his chopsticks and said, “Let’s eat first, let’s eat first. If we don’t, the fish will get cold and taste fishy. Ashley Grant, as the eldest, you should take the lead and eat. Your master will definitely win…”

“Master, do you know the odds at the city gambling house?” Eldest Senior Sister Ashley Grant sighed, ready to give her blindly optimistic master a lesson. “Master, the odds of you lasting three breaths without defeat are five to one, and for five breaths, it’s seven to one…”

“What about the odds if I win?” Brian Carter felt like he’d reached the moment every transmigrator dreams of—winning big at gambling. He quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked seriously.

Even as a transmigrator, after eating fish for two months straight, Brian Carter was about to be sick of it. He wanted to improve his disciples’ diet, but he had no money!

All the savings of Sibao Peak amounted to only fifty taels of spirit stones, which had to be used for the disciples’ and his own cultivation—there was nothing left to improve their lives.

These days, Brian Carter had been trying to find ways to make money, but discovered that the body’s previous owner was a bit of a blockhead. Besides cultivating and teaching disciples, he just waited for the sect’s monthly stipend and had no idea how to earn extra income.