109: Chapter 108 Brother—!

At this moment, on the deck of the Yang family Houseboat, Yang Yue stood in the center of the teleportation area, her whole body like a spring about to be ejected.

She had changed into that Silver Grade combat suit, with a long halberd slung across her back. Her high ponytail was tied neatly, and a few stray hairs were blown against her cheek by the sea breeze. The dimple beside her tear mole was faintly visible, and her entire face was filled with excitement.

Three steps behind her, Yang Jianguo and Mother stood side by side.

The dark gold veins on the black battle armor bracelet on Yang Jianguo's right wrist flashed. He had wanted to give the battle armor to his daughter, but Yang Yue refused, the reason being that he and Mother also needed a guarantee of strength here.

He felt it made sense, so he didn't insist, and besides, he was the type of person who trusted the Revival Society.

Mother gripped her husband's cuff, her lips moved twice, but in the end, she couldn't hold it back.

"Xiao Yue, don't run around when you get there. Once you find your brother, just—"

"I know, I know!" Yang Yue waved her hand without turning her head.

The countdown jumped to fifteen seconds. Yang Jianguo spoke. "Stay safe." Three words, his voice low.

Yang Yue looked back at her Yang Jianguo and opened her mouth, wanting to say something witty, but upon meeting those habitually silent eyes, her throat suddenly felt choked.

She grinned. She gave her parents two thumbs up, her high ponytail swaying with the movement, her voice as crisp as a tap on glass.

"Don't worry, Dad! Your daughter is a Silver Grade combatant with Water Control! I'm ranked 132nd on the strength display list published by the God-Seeing Society! I can't mess with the big shots ahead of me, but surely the 800-plus people behind me can't bully me, right?"

Mother couldn't help but slap the back of her head: "You talk too much."

Yang Yue rubbed the back of her head and chuckled.

Seven fifty-nine and fifty seconds. The ten-second countdown for the assembly order began.

Above the firmament, a visible golden pattern tore through the clouds; it was the spatial anchoring mark of the Gold Tier wonder, the assembly order.

5! 4! 3! 2! 1! White light poured down from the sky, enveloping her entire body.

Yang Yue turned around in the golden pillar of light and made a big "V" sign toward her parents.

"Yanhuang Top 1000 Conference—Yang Yue was here! Wait for me to come back and bring you souvenirs!"

Before she could finish, the light swallowed her figure. The deck fell silent. The light dissipated.

Yang Jianguo stood still where he was. The sea breeze blew past his graying temples.

Mother withdrew her gaze, looked at her husband, and said softly: "Alright, her brother must have gone there too; we can just make a video call in a while."

Yang Jianguo grunted in agreement. Two seconds passed before he turned around. "Let's go into the cabin."

— — At almost the same moment, in another sea area far away from the Yang family Houseboat.

On the deck of a 300-meter-class giant ship, a lounge chair was placed at the very front viewing position. Yang Hang lay on the chair, legs crossed, holding a glass of juice handed to him by a bionic maid.

On the sea surface in front of him, a spectacle was unfolding.

Three mid-tier sea beasts were pulled to the surface by the Power of Causality, lining up like circus dolphins, leaping out of the water one by one, flipping, and falling back in. The splashed water created a translucent rainbow refracted by the dual sunlight.

A low-tier sea beast covered in dark green scales was being controlled to slap the surface of the water with its tail, with precise rhythm, making a rhythmic drumming sound.

Two huge high-tier sea beasts were confronting each other in the distance, each opening their giant mouths. The energy accumulated deep in their throats turned into two colliding beams of light, which crashed and exploded in mid-air, blooming into a dazzling white-blue flame. Water vapor was steamed up by the shockwave, condensing into countless tiny ice crystals around the flame, scattering across the sky and weaving with the remaining rainbow.

And directly above all these sea beasts, a super high-tier overlord-level whale-type sea beast, with a massive body of over 100 meters, lay across the dual suns. It opened its giant mouth filled with three rows of sharp teeth, constantly roaring blue water tornadoes toward the surroundings.

These water tornadoes, reaching dozens of meters in height, landed on the outer sea surface one by one, enclosing all the sea beasts in a circle, stirring up ripples of concentric heart-shaped circles on the sea surface.

When the ripples spread to the sides of the giant ship, they happened to support the two ends of the rainbow, allowing it to arch completely in front of the ship's bow.

Mist steamed on the sea, and light and shadow intertwined. The drumming of the low-tier sea beasts, the leaping of the mid-tier sea beasts, the fireworks of the high-tier sea beasts, and the water tornado play of the super high-tier sea beast intertwined into a spectacular scene.

Yang Hang took a sip of juice, propped his chin on his hand, and slowly enjoyed it while waiting for the teleportation time to arrive.

He had changed his outfit today. It wasn't his usual casual T-shirt and shorts, but a hunter combat suit that was relatively common in the Fate Platform Trading Realm—these combat suits were mostly opened by survivors and then traded on the Fate Platform in exchange for karma points.

However, his super-luxury Houseboat came with some of these combat suits. He just casually picked a normal one that was about right. As long as it was comfortable to wear.

The countdown hit zero. Yang Hang put down his juice glass and stood up.

The Power of Causality was withdrawn, and the sea beasts on the surface woke up as if from a dream, scattering and fleeing.

White light descended from the sky. Yang Hang stepped into the pillar of light, his posture casual, like he was going out for a walk.

The light swallowed his figure.

— — The light faded. The sensation under his feet changed from the metal of the giant ship's deck to a rough wood and stone mixed surface.

The air was flooded with a large amount of unfamiliar scents—salty sea breeze, body heat, the metallic and leathery smell emitted by various weapon Materials, and the noise peculiar to many people gathering together.

Yang Hang blinked, adjusting to the light. He stood on a huge assembly platform.

A giant platform nearly a kilometer long and wide lay across the sea, built with wooden frames and white-gray stone spliced together, its surface polished smooth and sturdy, and its base seemed to be set on a floating foundation formed by splicing together dozens of large Houseboats.

High-poled flags were erected around the platform, with the red wave logo of the Revival Society embroidered on the flags, flapping in the sea breeze.

Hundreds of people had already gathered on the platform. Men, women, young and old, dressed in various ways. There were heavy-armored warriors in full armor, lone hunters traveling light, medical personnel wearing improved simple white coats, and young faces that looked as ordinary as Yang Hang.

Noisy conversations, laughter, and arguments mixed together, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of sea salt and metal.

New white light kept falling on various parts of the platform, and new figures walked out of the light pillars, triggering bursts of attention and whispers from those around.

Yang Hang walked slowly through the crowd with his hands in his pockets.

He passed by a burly man holding a giant axe—the man was sturdy, with clear muscle lines, a black scarf draped over his shoulder, and various metal parts hanging from the tool belt around his waist.

With a thought, his magic sea compass ability, which had long since become an instinct, activated, and all information about the target was known; it was Master Blacksmith Meng Haoran from the Iron Anchor Workshop on that list.

Those rough hands and the towel draped over his shoulder were the best identification marks. Yang Hang didn't stop, his gaze swept over, and he continued walking.

A few steps away, a woman wearing a white tactical long skirt stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, with no one approaching within half a meter—because a thin layer of white frost was condensing on the ground beneath her feet.

With a thought, Su Wanqing. The frost under her feet should be the passive leakage of her talent, Ice Crystal Domain.

Yang Hang walked around the circle of frost and continued forward.

"Make way, make way! Don't block the road!" A loud voice exploded from the crowd, and an old man in his early fifties pushed his way through, cursing, "Who stepped on my foot? Huh? If you step on it again, I'll roar and make you bleed from your seven orifices—"

This must be that loud-voiced Old Man Zhou Dayong. Without looking at his face, he could be recognized just by the voice.

The corners of Yang Hang's mouth twitched, and he veered his footsteps to avoid the path of this lion-roaring old man. He continued to stroll around the platform, and no one looked at him twice. With his outfit, his face, and his temperament, he blended into the crowd.

He had long since called upon the Power of Causality to lower his presence, making himself a natural passerby.

Passing by a middle-aged man squatting on the ground studying the platform stone—Master Blacksmith Meng Haoran, fingers rubbing the surface of the white-gray stone, muttering, "This formula is interesting."

Yang Hang walked and looked, nodding from time to time to the survivors walking towards him.

"Hello, brother." "Hello to you too." "What's your number?" "3349." "Oh, I'm 1928. What's your talent?" "Little Luck Technique. Support type. How about you?" "Little Luck Technique, sounds pretty awesome! Mine is Enhanced Sense of Smell. Scout type, combat-wise I have a Silver Grade crossbow." "Impressive." "Hahaha, it's just so-so, come, come, there's water to drink over here—"

Ordinary small talk, ordinary exchanges.

Yang Hang passed through the crowd, observing the layout of the platform—a podium two meters above the ground was built in the center, and it was still empty. On both sides were strip-shaped seating areas, arranged by number. At the rear was the supply area, where Renaissance service personnel were distributing water and food.

Just as he was looking around— "Brother—!"