135: Chapter 135 Water Breathing

Chapter 135 Water Breathing

In the darkness, the interface presented an azure blue color like seawater.

Fang Cheng's eyes gleamed brightly as he looked at the new talent that had appeared not long ago.

[Water Breathing]

[Possess the ability to breathe underwater for a long time, greatly enhancing your affinity with the marine environment and marine life.]

How exactly was this new talent, which was not synthesized from skills, awakened?

Fang Cheng had a vague guess in his heart.

The main reason should lie in yesterday afternoon's Meditation cultivation class.

The Meditation cultivation technique taught by the instructor gave him a path to open up deep consciousness, successfully reaching a certain thinking Realm similar to "entering Meditation".

And the special environmental structure of service in the quiet Meditation hall also played a key role in it.

Especially the gems resembling stars embedded above the dome should have some unknown spiritual energy amplification effect.

Ultimately, it allowed him to accidentally contact that high-dimensional consciousness during deep Meditation, thereby producing a certain mysterious connection.

Although he timely interrupted this connection, the other party still gave him some special responses.

This response was like a seed lurking deep within the soul.

After he tracked those mermen to the top of the cliff, it was as if he was similarly summoned by something.

A sudden desire arose in his heart to jump off the cliff just like those mermen, delve deep into the ocean, and be surrounded by the waves of seawater.

Afterwards, Fang Cheng came to the beach and tried touching the seawater.

As a result, the moment his feet stepped into the tide, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It was as if he was naturally proficient in water; with just a few random strokes, he immediately mastered the skill of swimming and became increasingly proficient.

Ultimately, he successfully activated this new talent on the interface.

It was precisely because he possessed this talent that Fang Cheng had full confidence to suppress Wang Zongwu, who looked like a very dangerous special ability user, on the sea surface.

Of course, the above was just a guess made by Fang Cheng himself.

If following the theory of biological evolution, in fact, all living species on the planet originated from the ocean, and fish-like instincts always lurked within their genes.

Awakening this special talent by accidental probability was not an incredible thing either.

Lying in bed, while pondering.

A fishing boat's whistle faintly came from the port, sounding exceptionally clear in the pre-dawn night.

Fang Cheng did not have any sleepiness, he simply closed his eyes, thought about things, and dozed off briefly.

...

"Hūchī—"

"Hūchī—"

It was not completely bright yet, and outside the window it was hazy.

Pan Wendi got up early in the morning, lay prone on the floor, and practiced the relatively difficult single-handed Push-up.

His face was flushed red, and sweat had already slightly seeped out from his forehead.

It could be seen that he slept very soundly last night, his energy was extremely abundant, looking like he had nowhere to vent it.

Unlike someone who went out wandering for half the night, swam for a while in the sea, and even got into a fight with someone, thus appearing extremely quiet and calm.

Fang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his head to look at the pants in his hands.

On the crotch and legs of these sweatpants, several holes burned through by sparks had unexpectedly appeared.

The losses from last night's battle were actually quite significant.

After all, these pants were from Baleno, a big brand.

Moreover, they had accompanied him for more than two years, and he often wore them when working out, so his emotional attachment was very deep.

To have them burned by someone just like that was truly a pity.

Fortunately, he wasn't at a loss; before leaving the scene, he rummaged several thousand yuan from the Wang brothers' pockets, considering it compensation.

Just as Fang Cheng felt infinite regret in his heart, a slight sound of a car engine starting came from outside the window.

Fang Cheng stood up, pulled open a gap in the curtains, and looked outside from within.

He saw in the light mist that an eye-catching black sedan drove out from the garage side, seemingly preparing to go down the mountain towards the town.

Through the car window glass, he could see three people sitting inside.

Besides the driver, there were two figures in the back row.

One was a rather elderly man with a face full of wrinkles, and the other was unexpectedly Instructor Chen who taught the Meditation class.

Fang Cheng's eyes condensed, and he immediately pulled a random pair of pants from his bag, quickly putting them on.

Afterwards, amidst Pan Wendi's astonished inquiries, he walked out of the dormitory in quick strides.

...

The early morning sunlight shone, as if draping the island and town in a layer of golden brilliance.

The early morning port was actually not quiet.

The "tututu" sound of motors constantly resounded, fishing boats sailed in and out, and colorful flags fluttered in the wind.

On the pier, there were also bustling trucks, as well as fishermen and vendors busy unloading goods and selling fish.

Today, this small fishing port appeared even livelier than usual.

Not only was a police car with flashing police lights parked beside the pier.

There were also quite a few leisurely onlookers standing on the shore, surrounding a docked fishing boat.

It seemed something bizarre had happened inside, worthy of them standing on tiptoe and eagerly looking forward to exploring the truth.

No mistakes, check everything one by one!

Fang Cheng sat in a breakfast shop near the pier.

Facing a bowl of cuttlefish congee and two sticks of fried dough, he ate slowly and carefully.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked towards the pier across the street, more than a hundred meters away.

Perhaps because the view here was relatively good and transportation convenient.

Beside him, quite a few islanders and tourists who were watching the commotion just like him were eating breakfast while discussing the matter heatedly.

"That boat seems to belong to Zhou Ashui, what's going on, why did it draw the police over?"

"Someone died! Ashui was stabbed to death on the boat by smugglers last night!"

"It's not smugglers, I heard people say it seems to be a haunting by sea monsters."

"Shh, these kinds of things shouldn't be casually talked about..."

A tourist couldn't help being curious and stepped forward to interject:

"Sea monsters? Do you have sea monsters here?"

Seeing this, several islanders immediately stopped talking and feigned deafness.

At this moment, the police had long since cordoned off the vessel, and latecomers like them could only guess wildly.

Fang Cheng, as a person involved, knew it clearly in his heart.

With his ears listening to the crowd's discussions, his gaze cast towards the scene on the pier.

The car driven by Instructor Chen and that elderly man was also parked on the shore.

The two people had entered the cabin for some time now.

After about a few minutes.

Instructor Chen and that elderly man finally came from the Driving cabin to the deck, accompanied by another elderly man with gray hair and beard.

That elderly man seemed quite prestigious, and even those policemen showed great respect towards him.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng nodded inwardly.

Now one point could be confirmed: monsters like "mermen" definitely had a direct relationship with the training camp base.

Moreover, the Foundation of this "Truth and Meditation Fellowship" on Yongan Island seemed very profound.

In the future, he must be even more cautious and careful, and cannot expose his true identity and Meditation level.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's gaze subsequently roamed among the crowd on the pier.

The reason why he left the corpse and the mermen on the boat was precisely to use them as bait to attract all the "dangerous monsters" hidden in the dark.

Among them, there must also be relevant personnel from the Noah Organization's stronghold on Yongan Island.

Fang Cheng's gaze kept scanning, when suddenly he caught sight of a somewhat strange fellow.

That was a young man wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, with both hands shoved into his pockets, suspected of deliberately trying to look cool.

When the line of sight fell on that person's face, he seemed to have sensed something.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of alarm instantly arose.

Just as the other party twisted his neck, he immediately lowered his head.