HDRDTH -Chapter 92 The “Nest-Cultivation” That Triggered a Global Earthquake

Tokyo, fifty meters underground, Imperial Japan Navy’s highest-level intelligence center.

A piercing red alarm bathed the entire command room in a blood-like glow.

Sakagoro Matsufuji stared fixedly at the top-secret decrypted file on the main screen.

The sender code name “Nightingale” was none other than their ace operative embedded in Jiangcheng: Matsushita Yodai (Li Yao).

“Hydrodynamic environmental frequency differentials… ocean-current resonance infrasonic interference…”

Sakagoro Matsufuji read each word slowly, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

“This is the secret behind him single-handedly capturing ‘Sea Wolf No. 7’? Give me an explanation. What do these mystical-sounding words even mean?!”

The chief expert pushed up his thick glasses, the laser pointer in his hand trembling.

“Commander… at first we also thought this was nonsense. However, when we input this theory into a supercomputer simulation using the final ten seconds of Sea Wolf No. 7’s last recorded data…”

The giant screen shifted.

A red mesh-like structure appeared, forming a bizarre spiraling inversion.

“If we use high-frequency mechanical vibration—such as a specially engineered nanoscale carbon-fiber ‘fishing rod’—and perform rapid, specific-frequency twitching in a very short time, it can generate a perfect infrasonic interference field underwater!”

The expert slammed his fist on the table, despair in his eyes.

“Sea Wolf No. 7 wasn’t dragged up by brute force at all. Its propulsion system was completely destroyed by this interference field, and it was literally squeezed out of the sea like a dead fish by water pressure!”

Sakagoro Matsufuji’s legs went weak, and he collapsed into his chair, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

“What does he call this strategic weapons system?”

“The Nightingale report says… he calls it… ‘nest cultivation.’”

“BAKA!!”

Matsufuji swept the coffee cup off the table and roared with bloodshot eyes.

“To casually call a strategic-level capture system ‘nest cultivation’? Is he mocking Imperial Japan’s military industry as being inferior to a pile of mudfish?!”

The command room fell into dead silence. Everyone was drenched in cold sweat.

What they were facing was not a mere fisherman—but a high-dimensional demon playing with the laws of physics at will.

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1.

Yu Xian hummed a tune while wearing cheap plastic slippers worth ten yuan for three pairs, pushing open the solid copper door.

“Dafu, bring a basin!”

He slammed the heavy plastic bucket onto the marble floor, splashing a few drops of muddy water.

Wang Dafu rushed over with a stainless-steel basin. He peeked inside—and his eyes nearly popped out.

More than a dozen wild crucian carp, each the size of a palm, were flopping vigorously.

Scales, gills, tails—proper, living fish!

“Dad! Didn’t you go pulling submarines from the ocean? Or fishing up iron balls?”

Wang Dafu’s voice cracked in excitement.

“You actually caught fish?!”

“Rubbish.”

Yu Xian rolled his eyes, casually tossing the 9.9-yuan fishing rod into the corner with disdain.

“Just some wild crucian carp from a backwater pond. I could catch them blindfolded. I usually just don’t bother going to places without challenge.”

Su Wanyi walked out after hearing the noise. When she saw the half-bucket of fish, she froze for two seconds—then her eyes turned red.

For the past two days, watching Yu Xian “seclude himself in cultivation” had left her worried enough to lose sleep. Now seeing him return to normal, she felt more relieved than if he had earned billions.

“Xiao Yu… you’re amazing.”

She stepped forward gently, brushing grass seeds off his shoulder.

“I’ll go clean and stew the fish.”

“Don’t.”

Yu Xian grabbed her hand, shaking his head in disdain.

“These wild crucian carp are muddy. You can’t handle the heat properly.”

He turned to the side.

“Dafu, take them to the kitchen. Today I’ll cook personally and show you what real milk crucian carp soup is.”

At the staircase on the second floor, Wang Fei stood silently holding a guitar, watching the scene.

One moment he was intercepting nuclear submarines in the open sea; the next he was wearing a worn undershirt, crouched in the kitchen scaling fish.

On this man, even the most ordinary life carried an unfathomable calm.

Tokyo, underground intelligence center.

Experts had been working for thirteen consecutive hours. The blackboard was filled with dense fluid dynamics equations.

“Furthermore.”

The chief expert pointed at a photo of Yu Xian with a bandaged left hand, his voice dry.

“Nightingale reported that Yu Xian sustained an injury to his left hand while executing this technique. This suggests the weapon system has significant recoil—so strong that even a human weapon like him cannot fully withstand it.”

Sakagoro Matsufuji stared at the photo, a trace of madness flashing in his eyes.

“He’s using his own body to resist high-dimensional physical backlash… a madman. China actually has a madman like this!”

He stood abruptly, hands slamming onto the table as he issued a deadly order.

“Immediately instruct Nightingale: at all costs, get close to Yu Xian and map his movements!”

“If normal methods fail, even if she must become his most insignificant plaything—she must stay glued to his side!”

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1.

The kitchen was filled with rich aroma. Yu Xian flipped the wok one-handed as hot oil released an intoxicating fragrance of scallion and ginger. The milky-white fish soup bubbled beautifully in the pot.

At that moment, his phone on the counter suddenly buzzed.

He picked it up casually and glanced at the newly arrived message.

Just one glance—and his previously smug, relaxed expression instantly turned dark and ice-cold.