In the darkness, the panel displayed a deep blue like the ocean.
Fang Cheng’s eyes shone brightly as he looked at the newly appeared Talent.
[Have the ability to breathe underwater for extended periods, significantly enhancing your affinity with the ocean environment and marine life.]
How did this Talent, not formed by Skill synthesis, awaken?
Fang Cheng had a faint guess in his heart.
The main reason should be the meditation class yesterday afternoon.
The Meditation Method taught by the Professor provided a path to unlocking deeper consciousness, successfully reaching a mental state akin to meditation.
The special architectural environment of the Meditation Hall also played a key role.
Especially those gems embedded in the dome, resembling stars, likely held some unknown amplification effect of Spiritual Energy.
Eventually, during deep meditation, he inadvertently contacted that higher-dimensional consciousness, creating some mystical connection.
Although he interrupted this connection in time, the other party still responded in a special way.
This response was like a seed lurking deep within the soul.
After following the Merfolk to the top of the cliff, it seemed like he was similarly summoned.
A sudden desire arose in his heart, wanting to jump off the cliff like the Merfolk, to dive deep into the ocean, surrounded by seawater waves.
Afterward, Fang Cheng went to the beach to try and touch the seawater.
The moment his feet touched the tide, an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged.
As if naturally skilled in water, with a few strokes, he immediately grasped the technique of swimming and became increasingly adept.
Finally, he successfully activated this new Talent on the panel.
It was precisely because of this Talent that Fang Cheng had full confidence in suppressing Wang Zongwu, a seemingly dangerous Special Ability holder, on the ocean surface.
Of course, the above is merely Fang Cheng’s own speculation.
If according to the theory of biological evolution, all life forms on the planet originated from the ocean, always harboring fish-like instincts in their genes.
The accidental awakening of this kind of Special Talent is not something inconceivable.
Lying on the bed, pondering.
A fishing boat’s horn sound faintly came from the harbor, appearing exceptionally clear in the night before dawn.
Fang Cheng had no desire to sleep, merely closing his eyes, thinking about things, pretending to doze off.
It was not completely light yet, the scene outside the window dim.
Wendi got up early in the morning and was practicing difficult One-handed push-ups on the floor.
His face was flushed, and sweat was beginning to emerge from his forehead.
It was evident he had a good sleep last night, very energetic, appearing to have an air of energy with nowhere to release.
Not like someone who had wandered about half the night, swam in the sea, and even fought a fight, thus appearing very calm and composed.
Fang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the pants in his hand.
This pair of sports pants had several holes burned through by sparks on the crotch and legs.
The losses from last night’s battle were actually not small.
After all, these pants were from Baleno, a major brand.
And they had accompanied him for more than two years, often worn during exercises, with deep sentimental value.
Now ruined by someone’s fire, it was truly a pity.
Fortunately, he did not suffer a loss, as he took several thousand yuan from the pockets of the Wang brothers before leaving the scene, considering it as compensation.
Just as Fang Cheng was feeling endlessly regretful, a faint sound of a car engine starting came from outside the window.
Fang Cheng stood up, pulled back a slit of the curtain, and looked outside.
He saw a striking black car drive out of the garage through the light fog, seemingly preparing to head down the mountain to the town.
Through the car windows, three people could be seen sitting inside.
Except the driver, there were two more figures in the backseat.
One was an elderly man with a face full of wrinkles, and the other was none other than Chen, the instructor for the meditation class.
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly pulled a pair of pants from his bag and put them on.
Then he quickly walked out of the dormitory, amid Pan Wendi’s surprised inquiries.
The morning sun just began to shine, casting a golden glow over the island and the town.
The harbor was not quiet in the early morning.
The constant sound of "putt putt putt" from motor engines, as boats entered and exited, flags fluttering in the wind.
There were also busy trucks on the docks, as well as fishermen and vendors busily unloading and selling fish.
Today, this small fishing harbor appeared even livelier than usual.
Not only was there a police car parked beside the dock, its lights flashing.
There were also many leisurely onlookers standing by the shore, gathered around a docked fishing boat.
It seemed that something bizarre had happened inside, prompting them to crane their necks in curiosity.
Fang Cheng sat in a breakfast diner near the dock.
Slowly eating his bowl of squid porridge and two fried dough sticks.
From time to time, he would raise his head and look across the street, towards the dock about one hundred meters away.
Perhaps because this place offered a good view and convenient transportation.
Nearby, many islanders and tourists, like him, watched the excitement while discussing the incident as they ate their breakfast.
"That boat seems to be Zhou A’shui’s, right? What’s going on, why did they call the police?"
"Someone died, A’shui was stabbed to death on the boat by smugglers last night!"
"It wasn’t smugglers, I heard it seems to be a sea demon."
"Shh, don’t just blurt out such things..."
A tourist, unable to contain his curiosity, stepped forward and asked:
"Sea demon? Do you have sea demons here?"
Upon hearing this, the islanders immediately fell silent, pretending to be deaf.
By now, the police had already cordoned off the boat, and those who came later could only speculate wildly.
As an involved party, Fang Cheng knew exactly what was going on.
Listening to the people’s discussions, his gaze was fixed on the scene at the dock.
The car carrying Chen and the old man had also parked by the shoreline.
The two had been inside the cabin for some time.
A few minutes passed.
Finally, Chen and the old man came up from the cockpit to the deck, accompanied by another old man with white hair and beard.
This elderly gentleman seemed to command respect, even the policemen treated him with great reverence.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng nodded to himself.
One thing was now certain, the "Merfolk," these strange creatures, definitely had a direct connection with the training camp base.
And this "Truth and Meditation Joint Practice" seemed to have a deep foundation on Yong’an Island.
He must be more cautious in the future, not revealing his true identity and level of meditation.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng’s eyes then roamed among the crowd at the dock.
Leaving the body and the Merfolk on the boat was a tactic to draw out all the hidden "dangerous creatures."
This crowd must include members of the Noah Organization stationed on Yong’an Island.
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept continuously, when suddenly he spotted a rather peculiar fellow.
It was a young man in a black trench coat and sunglasses, with hands tucked in his pockets, seemingly trying too hard to look cool.
As their eyes met, the man seemed to notice.
Fang Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, a sense of alarm emerging.
Just as the man turned his neck, Fang Cheng quickly looked down.