HDRDTH -Chapter 63 The Heavenly Diva’s “Underwater Special Operation”

Wang Fei carried that mud-splattered black trench coat—one that could easily buy a house—and staggered back into the depths of the forest.

She avoided Wang Dafu and Qin Yue’s anxious gazes and crouched in the shadow of a pile of rocks. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone.

The moment the call connected, the voice on the other end exploded.

“Fei Fei! Have you lost your mind?! Thank God you finally answered—where the hell are you?!”

“Manager Chen, listen carefully. Remember everything I say next.”

Wang Fei’s voice was completely steady.

“Immediately contact the top diving club in Jiangcheng. I want teams capable of ‘special operations’. Bring underwater HD imaging systems and the most powerful floodlights. Within thirty minutes, get them into the back mountain of Jiangcheng No.1 High School.”

Manager Chen went silent for three seconds.

“Diving? At night? In a sacrificial fish pond? Do you realize your reputation is hanging by a thread?! If a paparazzi catches—”

“I’m not the one diving.”

Wang Fei turned her head.

Moonlight filtered through dead branches, illuminating a distant lone figure.

“I want them to bring highly concentrated bait attractants. And if possible, bring a few large fish to stabilize the situation.”

Her eyes sharpened.

“I don’t care what it costs. Tonight, no matter where the fish are hiding under the mud, they must all bite his hook.”

“If this fails… my album is dead. And I will never sing again.”

“And sign strict confidentiality agreements. If anything leaks—ruin them financially.”

Half an hour later.

Two black-covered pickup trucks forced their way into the restricted mountain path through a back gate personally approved by Principal Shen.

Inside the truck, two veteran divers—both survivors of shipwreck rescue missions—were sweating as they checked oxygen tanks, their expressions surreal.

“Boss… we’re really taking this job? Night dive in a mud pit… just to help a fisherman hook fish?”

“The client paid this much.”

The leader held up five fingers.

“And he said this guy is a temperamental hidden master. If he goes empty-handed, none of us are leaving this forest alive.”

“Quick. Bring out that ‘Black Carp King’ we got from the Fisheries Research Institute. Sixty-plus jin of wild beast. Once it’s hooked, we leave the rest to it.”

At the lakeside.

Yu Xian clenched his teeth against the stabbing pain in his left hand. The layered bandage was already soaked through with blood, dripping dark red drops onto the ground.

The performance of Shanhe Tu had drained him too much. Every grip of the rod felt like punishment.

“This damn water… not even a single bubble. Is Old Shen trying to make me embarrass myself?”

He stood up and snapped his wrist.

The titanium lure rod cracked through the air with a sonic pop. The bait shot straight into the whirlpool at the lake’s center.

Three meters underwater—chaos.

“Damn it! Full of scrap steel down here!”

Visibility was almost zero.

Two divers struggled through the mud, barely managing to carry the violently thrashing Black Carp King toward the lure.

“Hook it now!”

“Hold it steady! I’ll attach the hook!”

The diver seized the moment the carp opened its mouth and drove the titanium hook straight into its thick lip.

Instantly—

BOOM!

A cloud of mud exploded underwater.

Pain triggered the beast’s fury.

The sixty-jin Black Carp King went berserk. Its tail slammed out with terrifying force, smashing one diver’s mask askew and nearly flooding it.

“Retreat! Retreat! It’s gone mad!”

The divers kicked away in panic, abandoning the battlefield entirely.

Above water—

The lake surface detonated.

Yu Xian’s rod bent into a horrifying arc. The reel screamed violently as PE line shot out at impossible speed.

“Holy shit—big fish punching the line!”

Yu Xian was dragged forward, flip-flops sinking deep into the mud.

The first burst of force exceeded a hundred jin.

“Hiss—!”

Instinctively, his injured left hand grabbed the rod.

The moment he did—

The wound reopened.

Blood poured down the titanium rod, staining it a dark purple-red.

Pain like countless blades stabbing through his veins exploded through his body.

“Dad! The line’s gonna spool out completely!”

Wang Dafu collapsed behind him, terrified.

“It’s trying to empty my reel? Get back here!”

Yu Xian’s eyes turned bloodshot.

His muscle memory as a top-tier angler fully awakened.

He immediately tilted the rod sideways, using its backbone and his own weight to perform a perfect “Tai Chi unloading technique”.

Feet rooted into the mud like iron stakes, spine arched, muscles tightening beneath the hoodie.

He was locked in a brutal tug-of-war with a monster underwater.

Water erupted in violent bursts like underwater explosions.

On shore.

Wang Fei stood barefoot in the cold mist.

Her feet were already bleeding from sharp stones, but she didn’t notice.

She stared at Yu Xian—fighting in moonlight, blood, and roaring force.

This wasn’t fishing.

It was a man carving the final stroke onto a living scroll called Mountains and Rivers, using flesh and bone.

“This is soul…”

She whispered.

“This stubbornness… this brutality… this madness that even heaven can’t suppress…”

“Mr. Yu… you are the true god.”

Yu Xian heard none of it.

He only felt his heart about to explode.

The fish was not only powerful—it was intelligent, trying to dive into a rock pile.

He yanked the rod upward violently.

And roared with everything he had:

“Wang Dafu! Net it! Bring out the submarine-grade landing net!”

“Today—dragon or demon—it all goes in my basket!!!”