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Gazing at the sea view outside the window, Fang Cheng's thoughts rose and fell like waves.

Since I left Yong'an Island six months ago, so much has happened in that time.

Initially, it was because of the massacre of Red Tiger Gang members that he gradually clashed with the Noah Organization, killing several high-ranking officers in succession.

Finally, on the top floor of the Noah Building, he clashed head-on with Luo Lie, a top S-class expert, for the first time. That battle directly shattered the entire building in the Inner World.

Then, in order to find his missing uncle, he led a team south to Tiannan Province.

By a stroke of luck, the plot of Ideal Land to annex the Chen family was thwarted.

Not only did he kill the ancient monster Xuanzhen, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, on the spot, but he also faced the terrifying being whose aura was like that of a god, and only managed to block the passage for the other party's true form to descend into the world with all his might.

Even after returning to Dongdu, the turmoil continued, and his fists were never idle.

First, he encountered the Black Shark organization's ace assassin, flew into the sky, and blew the assassin's body apart.

Then, braving military fire, they uprooted the notorious Bloodthorn Mercenary Group.

Interspersed throughout are perilous explorations in the other world, where survival is a matter of life and death.

What truly caused him great trouble was his recent life-or-death battle with the thousand-year-old zombie king, Jiang Chen.

That battle was a bloodbath, with flames engulfing the sky.

Faced with that near-immortal monster, he could only unleash his "Primordial True Domain" without reservation to directly confront the inner world controlled by the other party.

The power of fully unleashed domain is indeed domineering and unparalleled, its aura is overwhelming and enough to crush those of the same level.

The price paid was equally severe; the true energy in his dantian was almost completely drained.

Jiang Chen was successfully killed, but the issue of making up for the losses afterwards became a troublesome problem that had to be faced.

Even though his physical attributes have climbed to a terrifying 95 points, his physical self-healing ability is nothing short of abnormal.

But no matter how strong this body is, it cannot generate true energy out of thin air.

On ordinary days, he can also use breathing techniques to inhale the essence of the sun and moon, or consume large amounts of high-calorie foods to refine essence into qi, gradually accumulating true qi reserves.

If you want to use this conventional method to fill the depleted dantian, the efficiency is self-evident; it's ridiculously slow.

After all, he lived in a real world with scarce spiritual energy, and there weren't many rare and precious treasures for him to squander.

As for the ancient remains hoarded at home, they had long been drained of their spirituality in the constant cycle of battle and replenishment, degenerating into ordinary gray-white fossils.

Therefore, relying solely on drawing energy from nature, the rate at which true energy is replenished cannot keep up with the consumption, so another way must be found.

Fang Cheng naturally recalled the unusual underwater tide he encountered on Yong'an Island half a year ago.

At that time, a large number of ancient remains, rich in spiritual energy, emerged from the deep sea with the ocean currents.

This strange phenomenon not only sparked a fierce battle between the Noah Organization and the Truth Society, but also dragged him into it while he was in seclusion deep in the ocean trench.

He clearly remembered that he casually retrieved a batch of remains that night, but due to the limited space available at the time, he could only take a tiny fraction of them.

The vast majority of the ancient remains containing pure energy should still be sealed in that hidden cave beneath the abyss.

Those remains hidden deep in the sea were his real motive for returning to Yong'an Island.

As for taking Wen Xin and the others on a trip, it was mostly a convenient excuse to cover up their true intentions.

Fang Cheng took half a step forward and placed his palm flat on the floor-to-ceiling window glass, which was slightly warm from the sunlight.

The warmth from his fingertips instantly brought back memories of that night of carnage six months ago.

That night, a fierce wind raged, torrential rain poured down, and towering waves crashed against the shore.

The splattered blood, along with the monster that darted through the waves, almost stained the sea red.

Now, the sun shines brightly outside the window, and tourists are playing and running on the beach.

The town has long since returned to its peaceful and serene state, brimming with vitality.

It was as if the bloody storm that occurred half a year ago was just a dream that never existed, completely washed away by the sea.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he understood.

Retrieving treasure from the deep sea cannot be rushed; some preparations must be made beforehand.

First, we need to find out the details of the island and see if the Noah Organization or the Truth Society have left any hidden sentries nearby, so as to avoid being ambushed when we go into the water.

Secondly, those ancient remains carry extremely strong energy radiation, and ordinary containers simply cannot contain them.

Last time, he had a lead box made by a craftsman at a local blacksmith shop.

This time, we need to move the cave dwelling, which will require a lot of boxes, so we have to place an order in advance.

Once these things are sorted out, all that's left is to wait.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the door of the room, intending to go find Wen Xin and Zhou Xiumei next door.

The preparations can wait; after running around all day, it's time to relax.

We only ate some fruit on the yacht and hadn't had a proper lunch yet, so we decided to go have a seafood feast to fill our stomachs first.

Enjoying life is also a very important thing.

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After leaving the hotel, crossing two asphalt roads and turning a corner, you will arrive at the island's famous food street.

Not far from the pier, the streets are bustling with people and lined with all sorts of signs.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of garlic grilling and hot oil stir-frying.

The climate on the island is much milder than that of inland cities, with mild winters and cool summers.

Yong'an Island, in particular, is blessed by the surrounding ocean currents, maintaining a pleasant temperature all year round, and even the sea breeze carries a mild and humid feel.

Every weekend, this place becomes a haven for white-collar workers from several surrounding major cities.

Many people rush here with their suitcases as soon as they get off work on Friday, afraid that if they are a step too late they will not be able to find a good room.

They came all this way, not only to enjoy the water and relax, but also primarily to satisfy their appetites.

Eating fresh seafood that has just been unloaded from a fishing boat is how most people treat themselves.

Fang Cheng walked among the crowd, his eyes sweeping over the food stalls on both sides, which were packed with diners.

The crowds were clearly double what they had been when he came six months ago.

It seems that Yong'an Island has been developing quite well recently.

Led by him, Zhou Xiumei, Wen Xin, Lin Chuqiao, and Pan Wendi followed him into an open-air seafood stall highly recommended by locals.

Fang Cheng had eaten here once before and still misses the authentic seafood cooking.

This time, returning to Yong'an Island, I naturally wanted to bring them here to try something new.

Several greasy, folding round tables were pushed together, and everyone sat down in turn.

Not long after, the owner came over carrying several huge stainless steel plates.

Steamed grouper, spicy stir-fried crab, garlic oysters, and a large bowl of boiled shrimp were instantly placed on the table, steaming hot.

Wow, this looks delicious!

Wen Xin sat next to Fang Cheng, her eyes wide open, her hands gripping a crab claw bigger than her palm.

However, the little girl couldn't crack the hard crab shell, and her cheeks puffed up in frustration, with a ring of red oil around her lips.

Sitting opposite her, Wendi Pan couldn't help but burst into laughter at her appearance.

“Little girl, your teeth aren’t strong enough to handle this kind of tough nut.” Lin Chuqiao glared at her cousin: “You talk too much, but you never lend a hand.”

Seeing this, Fang Cheng reached out and took the crab claw from Wen Xin's hand, pinching both ends of the claw with two fingers.

With a gentle push, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the hard shell shattered.

He casually picked up a clean pair of chopsticks, scooped out the plump crab meat, and put it into Wen Xin's bowl.

"Thank you, brother."

Wen Xin smiled and lowered her head to eat with relish.

Pan Wendi raised his ice-cold beer and toasted across the table:
"Brother Cheng, let's have a drink."

Fang Cheng also picked up his beer glass, clinked it with his, and took a big gulp.

"happy!"

Pan Wendi shouted, tilted his head back and gulped down half a bottle, wiped his mouth, and loudly called to the boss to order two more plates of oysters.

Lin Chuqiao sat to Fang Cheng's right.

Even amidst the hustle and bustle of the open-air food stalls, her movements still exuded an elegance and composure cultivated since childhood.

She pulled out a wet tissue and carefully wiped the sauce off her fingertips.

Then, he used a porcelain spoon to scoop up a piece of boneless grouper meat and put it in his mouth to chew it slowly.

Zhou Xiumei was much quieter, peeling boiled shrimp with her head down.

After peeling off the translucent shrimp shells, she gathered a few pinkish-white shrimp meats in the small dish in front of her, then picked up the dish and casually pushed it to Fang Cheng's side.

Fang Cheng smiled at her: "Eat more yourself, don't just keep peeling for me."

Upon seeing this, Lin Chuqiao's eyes flickered slightly.

He picked up a piece of plump crab roe with his chopsticks and placed it in Fang Cheng's bowl, a smile playing on his lips.
"Brother Cheng, I remember you like spicy food. This place's spicy crab tastes authentic. If you like it, I'll learn how to cook it for you in the future."

The two women, one on each side, served Fang Cheng, this grown man, without making a sound.

Pan Wendi, with an oyster in his mouth, watched this scene and couldn't help but marvel.

He winked at Fang Cheng, but wisely refrained from joining in the commotion.

Everyone enjoyed a delicious seafood feast, their mouths greasy with oil.

After the meal, the group took a walk along the food street to digest their food.

Wen Xin walked at the front, holding a half-eaten sausage in her hand, and stopped in front of a stall selling unique handicrafts.

She looked up, her eyes fixed on a colorful swallow kite hanging on the bamboo frame.

After watching for a while, she licked her lips but obediently didn't ask for anything.

Lin Chuqiao walked behind and stopped in her tracks, following the little girl's gaze.

She immediately took out her wallet, paid, took the swallow kite from the shopkeeper, and walked up to Wen Xin with the wooden spool in her hand.

"Take it, we'll put it on the beach later."

Lin Chuqiao bent down slightly, handed the spool to Wen Xin, and said with a smile.

Wen Xin's eyes lit up, and she quickly threw the bamboo skewer in her hand into the trash can and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Then she took the kite with both hands and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Sister Chu Qiao!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuqiao was secretly delighted, thinking, "Finally, they're not calling me 'Auntie' anymore."

Zhou Xiumei stood half a step behind, watching Wen Xin happily playing with the kite, her fingers gently pinching a corner of her skirt.

She pursed her lips, a hint of annoyance rising in her heart, feeling that she had been a step too slow again.

As I strolled out onto the street, the sky had already darkened, and the distant sunset painted the sea with a fiery orange hue.

Although it was getting late, Fang Cheng nodded in agreement to go to the beach under Wen Xin's expectant gaze.

After passing through a banana grove, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The soft white sand beach was still crowded with tourists.

Waves surged ashore, carrying with them the sounds of bustling crowds, crashing against the rocks.

Wen Xin, who had been clamoring to fly a kite on the street, suddenly felt a little awkward when she arrived at the vast beach, facing unfamiliar people and the rolling waves.

She shrank closer to Fang Cheng, clutching his clothes tightly with one hand, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and fear, too afraid to go forward alone.

"What are you afraid of? With your brother here, the waves won't hit you."

Fang Cheng chuckled and patted her head, then casually picked up the kite spool.

Then he pulled out a long piece of line, turned around, and ran a few steps into the sea breeze.

Raise your arm upwards and flick your wrist.

The swallow kite, aided by the updrafts blowing from the sea, wobbled and flew into the air.

"Hold it tight, and pull it back a couple of times when the wind stops."

Fang Cheng steadied the end of the line, put the wooden spool wrapped with nylon rope back into Wen Xin's hand, and then held her shoulders, teaching her how to reel in and release the line in the direction of the wind.

With the kite pulling her along, Wen Xin's attention was diverted, and she gradually let go and ran forward on the sand.

Zhou Xiumei and Lin Chuqiao stood on the dry beach a little further back.

Both women were wearing skirts and sandals, and in order to maintain a ladylike image, they did not go into the water.

They stood side by side, watching Fang Cheng and Wen Xin running and playing ahead, chatting casually, maintaining a subtle sense of propriety.

A short while later, Pan Wendi felt hot, so he took off his eye-catching floral shirt, and rushed into the shallow water wearing only a pair of shorts and no shirt.

He had no airs of an adult at all, making strange noises and splashing water everywhere, which landed directly at Wen Xin's feet.

Wen Xin was amused, and her earlier awkwardness vanished. Holding the kite string in one hand, she scooped up seawater with the other to retaliate against Pan Wendi.

Pan Wendi took the kite string and ran wildly on the beach with Wen Xin. The two of them, one big and one small, had a water fight and made a ruckus.

Fang Cheng stood there, watching Pan Wendi and Wen Xin having a great time, then turned around and walked towards Lin Chuqiao and Zhou Xiumei who were standing on the shore.

"I'm going to buy some cold drinks. What would you like to drink?" he asked.

"I'll go. You've been worrying about everything the whole way here," Lin Chuqiao said, turning to leave.

Zhou Xiumei nodded in agreement and continued:
"Brother Cheng, I'll go buy it. The cold drink shop over there isn't far."

"No need, you two stay here and watch over them."

Fang Cheng stopped the two women, his attitude very decisive:
"There are too many people and too many eyes at the beach. Wendy doesn't know his own strength when he's playing around. Keep an eye on Wenxin and don't let her go into the deep water."

Hearing him say that, the two women didn't insist anymore.

After asking them which flavors of juice they wanted, Fang Cheng turned around and walked towards the street without looking back.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the beach, Fang Cheng quickened his pace.

Buying a drink was just an excuse to get away.

He was going to a blacksmith shop nearby to order a batch of thickened lead boxes in advance.

This is to prepare for the retrieval of those ancient remains with strong radiation from the sea. (End of Chapter)