Chapter 726 - 316: Setting Out for the Depths of the Sea! (Part 2)

Chen Yuan nodded to show he understood.

Sea Patrol Shouting Seagull, a Water-type Pet Beast, can soar high in the air, its crystalline pupils contracting to easily capture dynamic targets within several kilometers, leaving the enemy with nowhere to hide.

At the same time, it can dive underwater, with excellent swimming ability, making it a natural enemy of many fish-type Pet Beasts.

Tian is responsible for sailing the boat, Zhang Bai handles battles, and Nan is in charge of reconnaissance. Although the team is small in number, their roles are clearly defined, making them quite competitive.

After gaining a deep understanding, Chen Yuan came to the main point: "When do we set off tomorrow?"

"Eight in the morning, at the East District pier," Zhang Bai replied.

...

Early next morning, East District pier.

Though it’s still early, the scorching sunlight has already shattered on the surface of the sea, turning into countless shards of gold leaf, making the coastal waters bright and clear.

A flock of Silver Wing Seagulls, their bodies covered in silver feathers and sleek in shape, soared over the tip of the waves, the wind stirred by their wing-tips breaking the golden shards into even finer fragments.

The East District pier in the morning was already bustling, like a pot of boiling water—a variety of ships, big and small, of different shapes crowded the berths, hulls bumping against each other with loud clanks.

At least three to five people stood on each ship, and some larger vessels held as many as ten. Each person had various Water-type Pet Beasts accompanying them: Claw Shield Crabs with shells glinting with metallic luster, Long Tail Flower Rays coiled around masts, the fierce-looking Furious Wave Crocodiles, and even the Ripple Shadow Snakes that some infamous Beastmasters feared.

The sea breeze carried the salty odor of fishing nets and seaweed, blowing through strands of fine black hair as the brilliant sunlight shone upon the figure of a young man walking into the pier.

He had a fair face, a tall and slender build, wearing a floral shirt from the wholesale market priced at ten yuan a piece, and sandals on his feet, exuding a lazy and carefree aura.

He didn’t resemble a Beastmaster here for the drive-out activity, but more like a young master going to sea for some sun.

After dining on seafood yesterday, Zhang Bai wanted Chen Yuan to stay at his place, but the latter preferred not to be a bother and went directly to a five-star hotel arranged by Zhou Xu.

Early today, he came to the East District pier following the location provided by Zhang Bai.

Weaving through the ships, everyone aboard was busy checking their vessels and organizing supplies, without paying attention to this tourist-looking black-haired young man.

Chen Yuan was happy to see this.

Leaving Qin Province, the chances of being recognized greatly decreased.

Though most had heard his name, his appearance hadn’t been featured in the Donghuang Daily, leaving him unknown to outsiders, thereby achieving a rare moment of peace.

However, occasionally, there would be fervent fans of his, who delved into his past, even watching battle recordings, easily recognizing him.

Chen Yuan didn’t mind being caught up by them; instead, he would cheerfully sign autographs and take photos.

Chen Yuan made his way forward until he stopped beside a medium-sized trawler painted deep blue.

This fishing boat was noticeably smaller than the adjacent iron-hulled freighter, about twenty meters long, with some areas of blue paint peeling off the hull, revealing the blackened wood beneath from soaking in seawater;

Yellowed plastic buoys piled beside the rusted iron anchor disk at the bow, old tires for collision protection hung along the ship’s sides, swollen and deformed from soaking in the sea, slick and greasy.

At first glance, this ship might be older than Zhang Bai.

"Advisor Chen."

On the deck planning the sea route, Zhang Bai spotted Chen Yuan’s figure and quickly called out, pulling him aboard.

Tian and Nan were both in the cabin waiting for the activity to begin, while Zhang Bai and Chen Yuan stood on the deck, surveying the surrounding ships.

"Advisor Chen, as you can see, the Beastmasters participating in this drive-out activity are all renowned in Binhai City, at least mid-level Beastmasters," said Zhang Bai, withdrawing his gaze and speaking slowly, "Moreover, our Association’s advisor will be joining; she is Binhai City’s top Beastmaster."

"I heard she is specifically tasked with dealing with the leader of the Furious Sea Sharks, while the others are left to us."

"Look, she’s over there."

Zhang Bai suddenly pointed toward the largest vessel, where, against the light, a tall and graceful silhouette could be seen standing on the deck.

Brown-black skin matched with the brilliant sunlight, long black hair cascading naturally down the waist. Her delicate facial features adorned with round earrings on both ears, the blue and white short top couldn’t conceal her soft slender waist.

Zhang Bai withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice: "Advisor Chen, this is our Binhai City Beastmaster Association advisor Yao Lu, an expert in Water types."

"She’s extremely capable, ranked among the top four in the A-grade competition held in Qiong Province last month."

The top four in A-grade competition would be comparable to Zhuang Jianbai’s prowess, among the top tiers of Beastmasters in expansive Donghuang.

Afterward, Zhang Bai continued introducing Binhai City’s renowned Beastmasters to Chen Yuan, as time gradually passed.

Until precisely eight o’clock, a staff member loudly announced the rules for this drive-out activity, such as teams not attacking each other or stealing another team’s targets...

Ten minutes passed, and as the staff shouted "Activity Start," it was like a meteor crashing into the tranquil sea, suddenly boiling up, stirring up Torrential Waves.

The large vessel carrying Yao Lu took the lead in departing the pier, akin to a ship leading other vessels charged into battle, cutting through the waves.

The brilliant sun reflected on the boat’s metal surface, casting a stern, cold light, akin to a silver beast roaring into the sea.

The piercing sound of fishing horns sliced through the moist salty air, like a rusty knife, tearing open the prologue of setting sail.