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Chapter 238 - 187 Did you encounter the Sea King? Mazu? The Dragon King?_2

Chapter 238: Chapter 187 Did you encounter the Sea King? Mazu? The Dragon King?_2

Next.

One discussion after another took place.

After the records were complete, the staff thanked the fishermen for their cooperation and promised to relay the situation to the relevant departments.

They also emphasized again that although this experience currently couldn’t be explained by science, they respected everyone’s personal experiences, would archive the information, and consider whether further investigation was necessary.

They knew in their hearts that this could easily be dismissed as unverifiable folk legend.

But they also realized that respecting each resident’s feelings and maintaining community harmony and trust were important parts of their work.

So after some comforting and encouragement, the fishermen left the office hall with a hint of resignation.

At that moment, the seasoned Captain Li Hai stood on the steps at the entrance of the office hall.

His eyes showed a trace of vicissitudes and indifference. He clapped his hands to gather everyone and said in a deep and steady voice, "Fellows, the sea always hides secrets beyond our imagination. The government has its considerations, and we have our lives to live. Let’s forget about today’s event and let it be a story for our leisurely chats."

Li Hai paused, surveyed everyone gathered around him, and continued, "We’re still fishermen, and the sea is our true stage. Don’t forget, we set sail again tomorrow, and the fish won’t jump onto the boat just because we’re surprised. We still need to rely on our own hands to fish well and live well."

His words were like a warm current, warming and inspiring everyone’s heart, helping them gradually find their direction and motivation in life from the disappointment.

The fishermen nodded to each other, with the look of loss in their eyes being replaced by anticipation for the future. They understood that whether it was the extraordinary adventure of riding orcas or the mundane everyday life, both were parts of what the sea had granted them.

Under the captain’s lead, they set off for home with a hint of a smile, prepared for a new day, and to continue their simple yet hopeful fishing life.

Of course, that’s what was said.

But deep in each fisherman’s heart, there remained a vivid memory of what they saw that day.

And this profound memory and curiosity,

would soon, after the God of Mankind became widely known, turn into a sudden realization.

...

Meanwhile, news had quickly reached the county town.

There, the officials had varied expressions upon reading this unusual report, some with a slight smile considering it a jest; others seemed contemplative, as if weighing the potential significance behind it.

But amid the bustle of everyday management and the multitude of practical issues to address, this unverified "adventure" didn’t cause much of a stir.

The response from the higher government departments, based on past experience, was conservative toward such extraordinary reports without concrete evidence, which is common and understandable in practice.

However, considering the public’s mood,

they still slightly increased the routine coastal patrols in the nearby waters for a few days, but apart from that, no further actions were taken.

They preferred to let it become a talking point for the fishermen after their meals, blending into the rich tapestry of local folklore in the small town.

In the hearts of some fishermen in Fishing Town, a seed had been quietly planted about the sea, miracles, and the unknown, adding a mysterious and enchanting color to this ancient land.

..........

In the dark and profound depths of Baling Pond Strait, the pressure of the sea water was like an invisible giant, trying to squeeze any intruders back to the world above.

However, at this pitch-black depth of 700 meters,

Chen Yun’s figure appeared exceptionally firm, his attire striking and unusual — his only clothing was underwear meticulously crafted from genuine shark skin.

In this nearly sunless environment, Chen Yun was undergoing an extraordinary training.

In his hands was a boulder weighing several tons. The boulder, originally part of a seabed hillock, had been chiseled off by his astonishing strength.

At that moment, he was embracing this massive object with both arms, his muscles outlined like steel under the refraction of the water, each movement causing a slight ripple in the surrounding currents.

Behind him, the "Back strap" skillfully woven from seabed seaweed, firmly secured the trident he had fashioned from stone.

This trident was not sharp, but it was a memento from when Chen Yun played with the orcas during his deep-sea explorations, so he hadn’t discarded it.

Instead, he brought it with him while exercising in the sunless deep sea.

Pushing the boulder was a challenging process.

Not only because of the immense weight of the boulder but also due to the omnipresent, powerful water pressure and the resistance of the currents in the deep sea. Yet, there wasn’t the slightest hint of retreat in Chen Yun’s eyes; he was here to train exactly because of these challenges.

His every step, though slow, was firm, and each muscle was competing against the forces of nature, presenting a magnificent symphony of human will and physical limits.

What seemed like an impossible task was, for him, just an ordinary part of his day.

...

After bidding farewell to the orca.

Chen Yun started wandering around the Baling Pond Strait, not just looking for shipwrecks but also looking for a good spot for his slumber evolution that evening.

It didn’t take him long to find.

In a deep and tranquil stretch of water, after passing through forests of swaying seaweed and avoiding variously shaped reefs,

An unusual shadow flickered in and out of the dim light, and Chen Yun quickened his strokes towards it.

A silent shipwreck lay on the seabed, forgotten by time yet rediscovered at this moment.

The ship bore the marks of years past, its hull gently enveloped by algae and corals, as if nature had dressed it in a mysterious green robe.

The finely carved figures on the bow, though eroded by seawater, still faintly revealed the ship’s former glory, hinting that it had once been a vessel full of stories and dreams.

The ship’s overall structure remained intact, its wooden deck littered with broken pottery, rusty anchors, and fragments of sails faded long ago, each relic silently narrating past voyages and storms.

As Chen Yun’s perception swept over a battered cabin, a dazzling flash of light suddenly appeared, drawing his attention.

There lay gold jewelry and gems radiating an enchanting brilliance, which had perhaps once slipped from the necks or fingers of nobles or been abandoned in panic, ultimately resting quietly in the dark depths of the sea for centuries, waiting for the moment to be rediscovered.

Seeing this, Chen Yun was somewhat pleased as he picked up a piece of gold jewelry and examined it.

He wasn’t interested in money.

But he was interested in the act of searching for treasure.

The contents of this shipwreck were his first find since he started diving in this period.

It gave him a subtle sense of not having come in vain.

Based on the sensation of super visual-range perception in the direction of Flying Sword in his mind, Chen Yun roughly noted the position of the shipwreck for future reference.

So that Xianghe Real Estate could come and salvage it later.

He then left without looking back.

Searching for shipwrecks was just a side activity.

Next, he needed to find a suitable location for his slumber evolution.

And a while after leaving the shipwreck,

Chen Yun quickly found a small hill on the seabed and knocked off a large piece of rock to serve as a cave to house himself during his slumber evolution.

With the giant rock block now detached, Chen Yun found a place and began his training.

There were still a few hours left until midnight.

Naturally, he wouldn’t waste this time.

The weight of several tons of boulder, combined with the undersea pressure and resistance, made Chen Yun feel that his training was quite effective.

The sea water created whirlpools from the movement of the boulder, stirring up much silt and pebbles from the ocean floor, leaving behind a straight trail.

No one would ever imagine that such a scene could exist at the depth of 700 meters under the sea.

And Chen Yun continued with such training until the arrival of midnight.

The familiar drowsiness came once again.

And what was different this time,

was that Chen Yun’s slumber was in a cave on the seabed he had carved out for himself.

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