Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator

CHAPTER 173

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Great Bear Lake, Northwest Territory, Country of the Maple Leaf.

The Northwest Territory was a near-arctic province in Canada. The land was vast, one million and seventy square kilometers in total and thanks to its extreme altitude, it's average temperature was 40 celsius below 0 and the total population was only forty-two thousand.

The Great Bear Lake was one of the biggest lakes in Canada. It was thirty-one square kilometers with an average depth of 400 meters. The lake was permanently covered by a layer of jagged ice, making maritime navigation impossible. looking from a bird's eye' view, it looked like a giant mirror made out of ice.

On the island in the middle of the lake sat an elderly man.

Despite the old man's white hair that suggested his real age, his face was youthful. He was wearing a white parka, which made him blend into his surroundings perfectly. From afar, he looked like an ice sculpture on the lake. Before him by his feet was a little hole that he had drilled into the ice for ice fishing.

However, the old man's method of ice fishing was very different than the conventional method.

He carried no rods nor fishing lines. One of his hands hovered over the hole, holding onto a shimmering line as thin as hair. The white background made it impossible to tell if the shimmering line was a trick of the eyes or if it was real. The line reached into the hole and kept going for some unknown depth.

If Lu Tianfen was still alive to see this old man's fishing line, he would have been impressed.

The Cloud Hand of the Lu family was powerful yet adaptable. They could condense the Qi into a thin thread; however, these threads could not contain its shape for long. The old man had been sitting on the lake, holding the same thread for over a decade, and the white hair-thin thread hadn't wavered yet. To pull it off, the old man must have incredible control over his Internal Force that could easily outshine even the Grandmaster Lu Tianfen.

"Huw!" "Huw!" "Huw!"

A helicopter could be heard coming toward the island. It was lowering its altitude as it approached. When it was only a few dozen meters above the ground, a shadow jumped out.

When the man was still falling, he swept out his arms like a bird and shot out a puff of white cloud from his back. These clouds congealed quickly and formed a parachute and carried the man safely and softy onto the ground.

The man came closer. He was a middle age man in his thirties. His hair was as dark as midnight and his handsome features were chiseled onto his face. He had a pair of deep-set eyes that glinted in the sunlight, gloomy but irritably charming. It was obvious that he was of multiracial heritage. If the fangirls of boy bands saw his face, their eyes would turn into hearts as they would scream at the top of their lungs.

Any elite from Northern Canada would have recognized this face that belonged to the leader of the Chinese community in Canada. He held many honorary titles as well as functional positions in the government. Rumor had it that he was the boss of the underground criminal ring. He was also the head of the Hong Sect and was in charge of numerous shady businesses that were carried out under the table. The money that passed through his hands amounted to over a few billions of US dollars each year.

However, this man walked over to the old man with a great measure of respect. He said in fluent Chinese: "Master Lei."

"Hi."

The old man opened his eyes.

"Sthththla!"

A flash of lightning shot through the void space as the old man landed his gaze on a flake of snow before him. The heavy snowflake evaporated almost instantly. The old man was powerful enough to turn his gaze into a weapon.