HDRDTH -Chapter 84 Yu Xian Was Here

“Hard port rudder! Engines full reverse! The hull is already tilting over fifteen degrees!”

The bearded captain shouted into the intercom at the top of his lungs.

The hundreds-of-tons heavy research vessel was drifting sideways across the vast surface of Thousand-Island Lake.

Its bow carved two towering white waves into the water.

On deck, the fixed anchor locks emitted unbearable creaking sounds under immense stress.

“Reverse my ass!” Yu Xian’s feet were nailed into welded steel footrests.

His back arched like a fully drawn bow.

In his hands, the million-yuan aerospace-grade carbon rod bent into an absurd U-shape.

“Follow its pull! You think you can cut my line?!” Yu Xian roared toward the cockpit.

Chu Feng shoved aside the first mate and grabbed the communicator.

“Listen to him! Full speed ahead!”

“Lieutenant Chu! There are reefs ahead! We’ll hit the hull!” the captain shouted anxiously.

“Smash through!” Chu Feng’s eyes were bloodshot.

He stared at the man standing at the edge of the ship, facing the storm.

Micron-level steel cable screamed through titanium alloy guide rings.

The metallic screech was sharp enough to tear through everyone’s eardrums.

The heavy metal reel, machined from a single block, had turned a dangerous dark red.

A sign of extreme heat and metal fatigue.

“Dafu! Water!” Yu Xian roared without turning his head.

“Coming, Dad!” Wang Dafu grabbed a bucket of ice-cold lake water.

He stumbled forward and splashed it directly onto the spinning reel.

Ssssss—!

Steam exploded into thick white mist.

Yu Xian squinted through the fog.

His right thumb precisely controlled the reel’s braking resistance.

Let line. Reel in. Let again. Reel again.

He was playing the fish.

The underwater anomaly—something that had defeated national research teams and destroyed countless submersibles—was being treated like a few-hundred-jin black carp.

Li Lao lay against a violently shaking instrument console.

Looking at the wildly fluctuating data on the screen, his white hair was soaked with sweat.

“This violates fluid dynamics! Completely impossible!” Li Lao clutched his head.

The academician-level scientist’s worldview was collapsing.

“The underwater interference source is larger than a heavy-duty truck!”

“Its resistance increases exponentially underwater!”

“How can he possibly change its trajectory with just a fishing rod?!”

A hydrodynamics expert beside him looked equally pale.

“Li Lao… he isn’t using brute force.”

The expert pointed at the force analysis graph, voice trembling.

“He is using the ship’s mass and inertia to drain the energy of the object below!”

“Every release of line reduces load.”

“Every retrieval guides it into opposing current zones.”

“This… this requires terrifying micro-control and absolute intuition of water flow!”

Yu Xian heard them and sneered.

“Old Li, stop trying to explain fishing with lab theories.”

He suddenly leaned back as the ship dipped with a wave, then violently cranked the reel.

Clack clack clack!

The winch pulled in over ten meters of cable.

“Even if it’s a Transformer down there, once it’s hooked, it follows my rules!”

He spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva.

“It goes left, I pull right.”

“It wants to dive, I use buoyancy to lift it.”

“This is the Eight-Shape Fish Technique. Ever heard of it?”

Minutes passed.

The ship was dragged across the lake, carving a massive “8” into the water.

The underwater force finally began to weaken.

“The magnetic peak is dropping! It’s losing power!” the technician shouted.

“Depth eighty meters!”

“Fifty meters!”

“Thirty meters!”

The deep blue water churned violently.

A massive vortex over ten meters wide formed beside the ship.

At its center, an eerie blue glow flickered.

The water temperature rose rapidly.

Dead fish floated to the surface in dense clusters.

Some were over a meter long.

“Dafu! Landing net!” Yu Xian shouted.

Silence fell.

Wang Dafu looked at the net in his hand—barely one meter wide.

Then he looked at the terrifying ten-meter vortex outside the ship.

“Dad… I don’t think I can net that…” he nearly cried.

“Net it even if you can’t! Ritual matters!”

Yu Xian stomped his feet.

His thigh muscles bulged, almost tearing his pants.

The steel footrests groaned.

“Come up!”

He roared like a beast and yanked the rod backward.

BOOM—!

The lake exploded like a bomb.

Water soared into the sky and crashed down like rain.

Under countless stunned eyes—

A colossal object was dragged out of the abyss of Return Ruins by a thin micron steel cable.

A giant bronze sphere.

Five meters in diameter.

Covered in green corrosion and aquatic plants.

Intricate star maps and unknown geometric patterns were carved across its surface.

At its center, a glowing blue crystal pulsed faintly.

Water cascaded off it like a miniature waterfall.

The magnetic field instantly fried all electronics on deck.

Screens went black.

Communications cut off.

Thud.

Li Lao collapsed to his knees.

Old experts cried uncontrollably, trembling like leaves.

“A lost civilization… this is prehistoric technology beyond modern science!”

“We found it!”

“China’s technological timeline will advance fifty years because of this!”

Chu Feng raised his hand.

Armed soldiers immediately moved in, sealing off the deck.

Everyone was in a state of awe and hysteria.

Except Yu Xian.

Clang.

The million-yuan fishing rod was casually tossed aside.

Yu Xian collapsed onto the wet deck, gasping for air.

He stared at the massive bronze sphere hanging above him, face dark as a wok.

“No scales.”

“No gills.”

“Not even a single bone.”

He pointed at it and cursed.

“I spent two hours fighting that thing… and I caught this?!”

“This counts as a catch?! I went air force again?!”

Wang Dafu quickly rushed over to rub his back.

“Dad… calm down.”

“Even if it can’t be eaten, it’ll probably earn a lot of honorary banners…”

“I want banners for what?! Can you drink them?!” Yu Xian slapped his thigh in rage.

At that moment—

A chunk of seaweed slid off the bronze sphere.

“Mr. Yu!” Li Lao crawled forward.

Ignoring danger, he looked up at the bottom of the sphere.

“There are words!”

Yu Xian rolled his eyes.

“So what? Does it say steamed or braised?”

“No… no…”

Li Lao adjusted his dripping glasses.

“These characters… were engraved with high-energy laser technology.”

Chu Feng immediately illuminated the surface with a flashlight.

Everyone saw it clearly.

A line of extremely arrogant modern simplified Chinese characters:

[Yu Xian was here. Revenge for cutting my line—this feud is eternal.]

Beside it—

A drawing of a steaming pressure cooker valve.

And two crossed fish bones underneath it.

Dead silence fell over the deck.

The sea wind blew.

Every gaze slowly, stiffly turned toward Yu Xian—still sitting on the ground, angrily cursing the catch.