Chapter 5

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The young boy hadn't even reacted when the fishing was already over.

The first thing that caught everyone's attention was a pair of very long tentacles. Several people on the boat swung their fishing rods to strike them.

The middle-aged man roared, "Break it...!"

But it was too late. One of the shrimp's tentacles had already wrapped around the boy's arm. Han Fei's heart sank as a piece of flesh was torn from the boy's arm, and he let out a cry of pain, leaning forward, half hanging off the side of the boat.

Old Chen shouted, "Ahhhh," and grabbed the boy's leg, trying to pull him back, but another tentacle had already extended and reached for Old Chen. Immediately, the middle-aged man struck Old Chen with his fishing rod, pushing him back.

In the next moment, the boy was dragged off the boat. Han Fei, with his boldness, stretched his head to look, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The boy's head was gone, and all they saw of the tentacle shrimp were two tentacles.

"Damn... Can I still go back?"

Everyone on the boat looked extremely grim. A young boy had been dragged into the sea right in front of them, and there was no way he could have survived. Although the middle-aged man had broken half of the tentacle shrimp's tentacle, it was nothing compared to a human life.

Han Fei's face turned pale with fear. This morning, the boy had mocked him, and just now, he had been hooked and bled. Now, the boy was gone, and Han Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow, after all, he was just a child.

At this moment, Han Fei's heart was pounding. Yesterday, Wang Jie, the fishing master, had said that Tang Ge had caught a tentacle shrimp. How did he manage to catch such a dangerous and deadly shrimp?

Someone pondered for a moment and said, "We should report this to the fishing field inspection team!"

The fishing field inspection team was led by a fishing master and patrolled the fishing field. The team leader of the ordinary fishing field was Wang Jie, who had saved Han Fei yesterday.

Wang Jie arrived quickly. He scanned the crowd and, upon seeing Han Fei, his gaze didn't linger.

Wang Jie's face was grim. "What happened?"

The crowd explained the entire situation, and Wang Jie was immediately angry. "What fools! Didn't he know that the sensation of a tentacle shrimp on the hook is different from that of a fish? How could he dare to reel in the line?"

The middle-aged man said, "Master, he might have been too hasty! After all, the sun was about to set."

Hearing this, Han Fei's face turned even darker.

Damn, he had really had the worst luck. He, a famous treasure hunter in the sea, had never fished for ordinary small fish, let alone sharks. But today, he had sat there all day and hadn't even caught a single shrimp, which was utterly embarrassing.

Wang Jie's face darkened. "The fishing field has been unstable recently. Not only did you have an incident today, but another boat had it worse. They encountered a snake eel, and four out of eight people on the boat died..."

"Whoa..."

The crowd gasped. Snake eels were even more terrifying than tentacle shrimps. They were lucky not to have encountered one; otherwise, they might not have fared any better.

A scene appeared in Han Fei's mind. It was a pale pink, snake-like fish, but its head was almost entirely made of teeth, and it swam extremely fast in the sea. This fish naturally preferred warm environments and loved to penetrate human bodies, moving around inside, which was terrifying.

Han Fei understood why everyone preferred to fish on low-level boats. With more people, they could help each other in case of trouble. Otherwise, if he had encountered a tentacle shrimp alone, he would have been in serious trouble.

Wang Jie asked, "Did you all complete your tasks today?"

"Completed, completed, thank you, Master."

Wang Jie looked at Han Fei coldly. "What about your fish?"

Han Fei's face turned red. "I... didn't catch any."

Wang Jie was taken aback. Yesterday, he had been dragged into the water by a blue-armored fish, and today, he hadn't caught a single fish. It was the first time he had seen a fisherman who hadn't caught anything. Even if his skills were poor, he should have been able to catch some yellow croakers or small white fish.

The middle-aged man quickly said, "Master, I heard he was dragged into the sea yesterday and might have been scared. He was unstable when he cast the line today. Maybe he will be better after a day of rest."

Wang Jie snorted. "Waste... You become like this just because of a little scare. What good will you be in the future?"

Han Fei didn't speak, feeling a bit dazed. Was it really because he was unstable when casting the line?

Wang Jie said, "No matter the reason, the rules cannot be broken. You will stay on the boat tonight and spend the night at sea!"

The crowd felt a pang of sympathy.

Old Chen said, "Master, he is still a child, still growing. It might be dangerous to leave him on the boat now, right?"

Wang Jie replied sternly, "Is there any fisherman who isn't in danger? This is a sea that devours people. In a first-level fishing field, bloodshed and sacrifice are common. This cannot be lenient. You all leave with me, and Han Fei, you stay... Remember, if you cast the line at night, the depth must not exceed three meters, or you won't see the sun tomorrow..."

The other fishermen felt sorry for him. Even a fishing master would rarely stay alone at sea overnight, let alone a child not yet 12 years old.

The middle-aged man sighed, handed Han Fei the remaining half box of green lure worms, and said, "Remember what the Master said, the depth must not exceed three meters."

Old Chen took out a piece of fish jerky and half a flask of water and gave them to Han Fei. "Be careful."

Another fisherman handed Han Fei a rough iron dagger. "For self-defense."

Han Fei thanked them one by one, feeling a warmth in his heart at their generosity in times of need.

Wang Jie left the fishing boat to Han Fei and took the others away.

Han Fei knew they didn't want to kill him but were using him as a negative example. For instance, they might spread the word that someone didn't catch 300 pounds of fish today, a disgrace to the fishing community, and everyone should take this as a warning.

As for the fishing boat, it wouldn't be lost. In a thousand-mile radius of an ordinary fishing field, it was almost impossible for a small fisherman to lose a fishing boat.

After everyone left, Han Fei was extremely depressed. He grabbed the fish jerky Old Chen had left him. Despite its pungent fishy smell, he started to eat it.

He hadn't eaten all day and was now starving. The small piece of fish jerky was quickly devoured by Han Fei.

The sun was setting, the sky was darkening, and a huge moon, as big as the sun, rose on the horizon. Two smaller moons accompanied it, creating a beautiful but strange scene.

Soon, it was completely dark. The sea was calm, and the only color on the water was the reflection of the moon, with its bright light spreading across the surface.

"Unstable when casting the line?"

Han Fei remembered the middle-aged man's words and thought of the "Immovable Technique" in the "Soul Fishing Art."

The "Soul Fishing Art" was a cultivation method, and the "Immovable Technique" was the most basic fishing technique in the first chapter.

Han Fei had studied it before. He had read it seven or eight times when he couldn't catch any fish during the day. However, the content was too simple: body still, rod still, mind still, like still water, no ripples... It sounded easy, but who could stand still like a statue?

Han Fei cast the line again, but it was still ineffective.

Suddenly, Han Fei felt his wrist getting warm. He rolled up his sleeve and saw the gourd-shaped mark glowing faintly. He felt a flow of spiritual energy entering his wrist and then his body, like breathing, and he could feel it.

"Huh, automatically drawing in spiritual energy?"

Han Fei immediately reeled in the line and sat down to meditate. He didn't know why the gourd had started to absorb spiritual energy, but it was a good thing! Could it help him cultivate?

He began to circulate his cultivation technique, the profound method stored in his chest and abdomen.

In his mind, the opening of the "Soul Fishing Art" read:

"Cut off the spiritual energy of heaven, seize the essence of heaven, make your body a sea, and refine your soul to cast a soul sea..."

Han Fei followed his memory and began to cultivate. As soon as he started, he felt the gourd on his wrist vibrate, and the amount of spiritual energy drawn in increased several times.

If someone had seen Han Fei cultivating like this, they would have thought he was crazy. Who dared to directly absorb the essence of the sun and moon? One mistake, and he could go into a mental breakdown with no hope of recovery.

However, Han Fei felt extremely comfortable. Why hadn't he felt this way last night?

At that moment, Han Fei felt as if he was bathed in a gentle light, so comfortable that he didn't want to move.

"Snap..."

After a short while, Han Fei felt something in his heart break, and he felt an overwhelming sense of well-being and vitality.

"Is this what they call a breakthrough?"

Han Fei looked at the Demon Taming Gourd, and indeed, the data had changed.

Demon Taming Gourd

Owner: Han Fei

Level: 3 (初级渔夫, Initial Fisherman)

Spiritual Energy: 60 (60)

Spiritual Meridian: Level 1 (Incomplete, Upgradable)

Main Cultivation Technique: "Soul Fishing Art" (Repairable)

Han Fei was pleasantly surprised. Was this breakthrough too easy? They always said it took years to break through a small level, but he had broken through in less than half an hour of cultivation?

At the moment of breakthrough, Han Fei had a sudden enlightenment. If his strength was a few dozen pounds before, now it was definitely over a hundred pounds. He felt his body filled with power.

Han Fei was about to continue cultivating when he heard a "slap, slap" sound from the sea.

Dozens of large fish were splashing around near the fishing boat, circling it for several minutes before reluctantly leaving, as if asking why the spiritual energy had suddenly stopped.

Han Fei was excited. The spiritual energy was like a stimulant. Could it be that even the fish could sense his cultivation?

But why don't you jump onto my boat? Don't just splash in the water, okay?

Seeing fewer and fewer splashing fish, Han Fei quickly put a green lure worm on the hook and cast the line. Now was the time to act.

Perhaps because Han Fei was in a good mood, his luck was particularly good. As soon as the hook hit the water, he felt a powerful force on the line.

Han Fei immediately shouted and grabbed the fishing rod, not caring about any fishing techniques, and pulled with all his might.

"Damn, what a powerful force!"