Chapter 4

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A few minutes later.

The fishing boat landed on the sea, splashing water everywhere.

Everyone immediately cast their lines, and it was hard to imagine that they could throw the hooks hundreds of meters away so casually, without a fishing reel. How could they throw so far? Wouldn't the line get tangled?

Sea fishing doesn't require a float, but can you really use hundreds of meters of line without a reel? Han Fei looked at the fishing rod in his hand; the line was only two or three meters long. How could they throw it over a hundred meters away?

Han Fei was full of questions, and everyone's eyes were closed, their hands emitting a faint glow, similar to the spiritual energy used during cultivation.

He saw that everyone's fishing lines were slightly retracting, and then something miraculous happened—the lines could extend and retract at will. What kind of line was this?

Han Fei had an answer in his mind. This must be controlling the line with spiritual energy. But from his memory, such an operation was very draining on spiritual energy.

"Hey, everyone, I have a good idea. Can we fish while the boat is moving? That should be more attractive to the fish."

"Shut up."

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and scolded, "This is just an ordinary fishing boat with limited spiritual energy. We need to save our spiritual energy for fishing. If we follow your suggestion, once our spiritual energy is depleted, we'll have to wait for rescue."

Han Fei awkwardly smiled. After all, this wasn't Earth, and he didn't understand many things. He couldn't rely solely on his memory. He had hoped to build a relationship with these people, but it seemed impossible now.

However, Han Fei wasn't worried. From his memory, those teenagers could catch three to four hundred pounds of fish every day, indicating that this area was rich in fish. For example, a two-meter-long blue-scaled fish would be enough to meet the fish tax.

Han Fei cast his line, using all his strength, but it only went about 20 meters.

"Huh?"

Previously, when fishing, the line had a lead weight to help it sink, but now it was just a line and a bait, controlled by spiritual energy. This was quite difficult!

Han Fei quickly glanced back and saw that no one was paying attention, so he started to pretend to fish.

His technique was very proficient, pulling, releasing, and shaking…

"I'll move it to the left…"

"I'll move it to the right…"

Han Fei muttered to himself, but everyone on the boat was staring at him with their mouths agape.

Someone said, "Kid, are you stupid? Your bait is gone."

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei didn't believe it. This was a technique, right? And there was no obvious bite. How could the bait be gone?

The middle-aged man: "Reel it in! Green lure worms are the most inactive worms, so if the worm moves, the fish won't touch your hook."

Han Fei: "Ah?"

The teenager who had mocked Han Fei sneered, "What are you saying! Your worm was definitely eaten by small shrimp."

Reeling in was a skill. When everyone saw Han Fei half-reeling, half-using spiritual energy, they were speechless. Someone couldn't help but say, "Kid, how did you grow up? Use spiritual energy, not brute force!"

Han Fei: "???"

I used it, but it didn't work!

The middle-aged man: "Feel the spiritual energy, let it flow into the fishing line, and pull the line."

Han Fei blushed slightly, feeling his spiritual energy as instructed. When the spiritual energy attached to the fishing rod and line, he was surprised to feel a subtle force.

"Wow, it can be used like this?"

Han Fei was invigorated. His spiritual energy flashed, and with a "whoosh," the hook broke the water. It didn't stop there; the hook "plop" landed on the buttocks of a boy about his size on the other side of the boat.

"Ah!"

Han Fei's heart skipped a beat, and the others turned to look, their faces tight. Are you reeling in or hooking people? Why use so much force to reel in?

"Han Fei, you're asking for it…"

Han Fei: "I didn't mean to, don't move, I'll take it out…"

"Plop…"

The hook flew back from the boy's buttocks. Everyone quickly looked down, and Han Fei buried his head too.

The boy's buttocks had a large piece of fabric torn off, and a small stream of blood trickled out.

Han Fei: "Sorry, I didn't control the force well."

"Han Fei, I'll kill you."

The boy, holding his buttocks, was almost in tears. This is not fair! I just wanted to fish quietly. Who did I offend? Why did you throw the hook at my buttocks instead of the water?

The others on the boat looked at Han Fei with suspicion. Did this kid get scared and lose his mind after falling into the water yesterday? How could he not know the basic techniques of fishing?

Seeing the boy about to charge over, Han Fei quickly raised his fishing rod, scaring the boy into stopping. He was afraid Han Fei would throw the hook again.

Someone quickly scolded, "Han Fei, fish properly. If you cause trouble again, we'll call the inspection team to take you away."

Han Fei awkwardly smiled, "Okay, okay…"

The incident was temporarily resolved. The boy was angry but didn't really come over to cause trouble.

Han Fei's face was green. The green lure worm was indeed gone. He thought to himself, my years of fishing experience are useless here. What is this? I can't even reel in a hook. What kind of fishing is this?

So, Han Fei settled down and imitated the others, casting his line and sitting still.

But this method of fishing had no technique at all! After about half an hour, as Han Fei was getting impatient and thinking about asking for tips, someone suddenly stood up and let out a muffled grunt.

Then, Han Fei saw this person make a strange gesture, with spiritual energy surging in his hands, and the fishing rod and line were covered in a faint glow.

"Pull it up…"

"Pop…"

Han Fei's eyes widened. Is it that simple?

Not just Han Fei, he noticed others were also envious.

The person chuckled, "Ladies and gentlemen, we're lucky today. I caught a big yellow croaker so quickly."

Someone congratulated, "Ha! Old Chen, your fishing skills are getting better! This big yellow croaker must weigh a hundred pounds, right?"

Old Chen weighed it with his hands and smiled, "It's about 120 pounds."

The big yellow croaker is a non-aggressive fish, so it doesn't have the fighting ability of a blue-scaled fish or a knife fish. Therefore, its price is low, making it one of the cheapest foods on the floating island, similar to sea clams, and a regular part of daily meals.

Everyone reeled in their lines, and Han Fei did the same. This was because the commotion of fishing was too loud, and the fish would be scared away if they struggled for too long. Unless one reached the Fishing Master level, fishermen generally had to move to a new spot after catching a fish.

After moving to a new spot, everyone cast their lines again.

This time, after about fifteen minutes, the middle-aged man had a catch. Unlike Old Chen, the middle-aged man shouted "Pull" loudly.

Someone quickly reacted, "It's a blue-scaled fish."

Han Fei's eyes lit up. Another blue-scaled fish. Wang Jie's "Crab King Clip" yesterday had left him in awe for a long time.

The middle-aged man's veins bulged, and the fishing line was pulled quickly. He held the rod with both hands and used his shoulder to pull hard, immediately throwing a large fish several meters long onto the boat.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"

Rocks flew through the air, and everyone hid in the corners of their fishing spots, except Han Fei, who peeked out. The middle-aged man's hands glowed, and he clapped continuously, sending out waves of air that scattered the rocks. Finally, he slapped the fish.

Han Fei's first thought was, indeed, just a fisherman, far from a Fishing Master. Yesterday, Wang Jie only needed one punch, with a crab claw shadow, but this middle-aged man just glowed a bit.

With a "slap," the blue-scaled fish, over a meter long, landed on the deck, its tail flapping a few times, seemingly stunned.

Han Fei observed closely. The blue-scaled fish had greenish-yellow, stone-like scales on its back and body, reflecting a pale green glow in the sunlight.

【Name】Blue-scaled Fish

【Level】5

【Quality】Common

【Spiritual Energy】12 points

【Eating Effect】Long-term consumption can enhance physical strength

【Absorbable】

Han Fei thought, three sea clams' spiritual energy equals one blue-scaled fish? This big guy doesn't have many advantages besides its thick skin and rough meat!

Everyone was amazed for a moment.

"Big Niu, this… this must weigh two hundred pounds."

"Uncle Niu, impressive!"

"Old Niu, have you reached the High-Rank Fisherman level?"

The middle-aged man smiled, "I just broke through to High-Rank Fisherman a few days ago."

Immediately, congratulations poured in.

Especially Old Chen, who grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and asked, "I've been stuck at Level 6 Fisherman for a long time. Do you have any tips?"

The middle-aged man: "I'm also puzzled. I just eat a lot, and for some reason, I broke through the other day."

Hearing this, Old Chen sighed. He was old, and it seemed he would never reach the High-Rank Fisherman level in his lifetime!

Han Fei listened intently. So, this is the High-Rank Fisherman. But when he heard that Old Chen had been stuck at Level 6 Fisherman for half his life, he was amazed. Is cultivation so difficult?

Well, as the saying goes, to do a job well, one must first sharpen the tools. I'll improve my cultivation and meridian levels, and then I'll crush you all.

The middle-aged man caught a large blue-scaled fish, and everyone moved to a new spot again.

Time passed, and by the end of the day, out of the eight people, only the boy about Han Fei's age hadn't completed his task, while the others had.

The sun was setting, and everyone even took out some sea clams to snack on, chatting casually.

Suddenly, the boy shouted, "I caught one, I caught one…"

Han Fei looked over with a black face. Everyone else had completed their tasks, and he had sat there all day, using half a box of bait, without even catching a small fish.

Just as Han Fei was mocking himself, an old fisherman shouted that something was wrong.

Old Chen's eyes widened, "Quick, kid, let go, you can't catch that."

The middle-aged man's face changed, "That's not a fish, it's a tentacle shrimp."

Han Fei was shocked. Tentacle shrimp, the one Tang Ge caught?