Chapter 393: The Master Leads You to the Door, Cultivation Is Up to You!

Xiong Sheng was still persistently speaking. He had completely forgotten what the word “face” even meant—how to spell it, how to write it.

You could say his face had already run away from home.

Wang Yun was a bit surprised—this guy really had no shame.

Even though he had turned his head to the side, Xiong Sheng was standing very close to him, making it impossible to ignore what he was saying.

“Really, I’m willing to do anything! To be honest, if I could master the shaking technique, then the achievements I’ve made in the fishing world would be far from what they are now. I’ve been trying to break through for so long, but nothing’s worked. I’m begging you,” Xiong Sheng said with utmost sincerity.

All the arrogance and disdain from earlier had completely vanished without a trace.

Wang Yun slowly turned his head to look at him, his gaze full of scrutiny.

Within that scrutiny, there was a hint of admiration.

Yes, admiration.

He admired how someone of Xiong Sheng’s standing could be so flexible and yield when needed.

As expected, those who accomplish great things don’t fuss over minor matters.

“This skill is very difficult. It requires practice in both angle and frequency.”

“Huh?”

Wang Yun’s sudden response left Xiong Sheng stunned for a moment.

Then, hearing what Wang Yun said next, his eyes immediately lit up, and he leaned in a little closer.

His eagerness made Wang Yun instinctively shift back a bit.

“Senior Wang, please go on.”

Xiong Sheng looked at Wang Yun with burning eyes, even licking the corner of his lips.

This made Wang Yun want to curse in his heart and subtly turn his head away.

If Xiong Sheng were a woman, that would be one thing—but a man staring at him like that? It was seriously creepy.

“These aren’t even the most important parts. You can practice all of that on your own with a rock. What really matters is the seawater at the moment.”

Wang Yun sat up, changed his position, hugging his knees as he gazed out at the sea before him. He pointed to the gently rippling surface of the water.

“Every stretch of sea you fish in has a different water density. The water resistance also varies. The shaking technique—simply put—is about shaking the fish, separating its body from the water’s surface as quickly as possible. In theory, it’s like wringing out a wet towel. But every fish has its own habits, weight, temperament, and the surrounding water’s level of encasement is different too. In short, it takes diligent and grueling training. Start with lighter fish, small ones. Start in a stream and gradually move up bit by bit. The theory is simple, but the actual practice is difficult,” Wang Yun said at length in one breath.

When he finished, he reached for the cigarette, only to find it already burned out.

“Teacher Wang!”

Xiong Sheng was listening intently. Seeing Wang Yun’s motion, he instinctively pulled out a lighter again.

Noticing that Wang Yun’s cigarette was already finished, he quickly took out a pack of Huazi and respectfully offered it up with both hands.

He practically wanted to kneel.

“I’m done. If you’ve got nothing else, go practice by yourself.”

Wang Yun didn’t take the cigarette. He had already given him more than enough face.

“Ah! Yes, yes!”

Xiong Sheng was a smart man—he knew when to stop.

Immediately, he hurried over to the railing.

He was eager to put the technique into practice. With a teacher like this beside him, if he missed the opportunity, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

Just like that, maybe because he was too tired, Wang Yun unknowingly dozed off. When he woke again, it was the aroma of food that roused him.

“Boss, you’re finally up! Come look at our spoils!”

Brother Hu saw Wang Yun get up and quickly waved him over, his face full of excitement.

On the deck was now a rectangular table, and on it were all sorts of cooking tools: portable gas burners, pots, and more.

The tabletop was covered with a dazzling variety of seafood. There were all sorts of shellfish, abalone, and even two huge sea crabs. Not only that—there were countless sea shrimp and a few fish whose names they didn’t even know.

Of course, the most eye-catching of all was the Nian Swallow Fish.

Xiao Gang was tending the fire, Brother Hu was placing ingredients into the pot.

Off to the side, Xiong Sheng was showing off his knife skills, slicing the Nian Swallow Fish.

He was turning it into sashimi.

“Teacher Wang is awake!” Xiong Sheng called out while still trembling from the wrist.

It seemed like he had been practicing hard earlier. Even so, he was still diligently slicing the fish.

After Wang Yun’s earlier teaching, Xiong Sheng had developed a deep respect and awe for the three of them. It was as if he had become a completely different person—humble and polite.

Brother Hu and Xiao Gang no longer picked fights with him either, treating him like a friend.

“Mm, smells great. Didn’t expect this boat to have everything!”

Wang Yun looked at the feast spread before him, complete with seasonings, and couldn’t help but swallow.

He glanced at his phone—three hours had passed. He had actually slept that long.

“Let me help you guys.”

Just as Wang Yun stepped forward, all three looked up at once.

“You rest!”

“Boss, take it easy!”

“It’s fine, just wait and eat!”

The three of them spoke in unison, perfectly in sync.

After speaking, they even exchanged glances and chuckled together.

Wang Yun looked at their response and immediately felt chills up his spine.

‘What the hell did I miss during those three hours?’