I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 237 - 187 Did you encounter the Sea King? Mazu? Drag

Night had fallen, and a small fishing town in Fujian was gently enveloped in a faint moonlight, which gave it an exceptionally tranquil and peaceful appearance.

The governnt office in the small town was brightly lit, contrasting starkly with the quiet outside.

Inside the hall, a group of fishern, just returned from the waves, gathered hastily together, their bodies carrying the salty scent of the sea and their faces filled with incredulity.

Their voices rose and fell, shattering the night’s tranquility.

"Do you believe it? That man was riding an orca just as comfortably as if he were riding a horse!" an elderly fisherman said excitedly, his eyes gleaming strangely as if still reliving that shocking mont.

"The person on the orca was dressed oddly and even passed by our boat leisurely with a smile. I swear he was no ordinary human!" another young fisherman added, his voice mixed with astonishnt and reverence.

Although the person he saw was wearing a mask, at that mont he felt like he saw the man smiling.

The staff at the service hall, faced with this group of overly excited fishern, seed sowhat overwheld.

But they quickly adjusted their deanor and began to inquire with a professional and patient attitude.

They recorded every detail, and although they might have found it incredible internally, they remained calm and objective outwardly.

Faced with this unusual report, the reaction of the governnt staff reflected their professional ethics—retaining rationality and adhering to standard procedures even in unbelievable circumstances.

"Please describe in detail the ’strange man’s’ features, as well as the exact location and ti," an official requested as he diligently took notes, reminding the fishern if there were any items or visual materials that could serve as evidence.

However, faced with such a question,

they could barely ntion the ti and place, and had no substantial evidence to present.

After all, everyone was too stunned at the mont to take photos or videos.

By the ti soone rembered to do so, the orca and the man had already dived back underwater and were out of sight, except for so footage of the water surface where the ripples had not yet completely dispersed.

A few fishern shared the video clips they had hastily recorded later on.

In the footage, aside from the sea surface glittering with the sunset, and occasional small waves stirred by the breeze, there truly wasn’t much substantial content.

The subtly moving water seed to silently narrate that incredible scene, yet due to the lack of direct evidence it remained blurry and elusive, like a dream hard to grasp.

The governnt staff accepted this visual material, which, although not directly proving the magical encounter the fishern described,

at least served as a record of the event. The officials did not show any sign of disappointnt or skepticism but inquired even more ticulously about the details.

They attempted to find so clue or a rational explanation among these vivid accounts.

They understood that for the fishern, the sea was not only their livelihood but also their belief.

Each venture into the sea could bring unforeseen encounters, whether scientifically explainable or not, these experiences were real emotional experiences.

"Could you please describe in detail the strange man’s attire? Did he wear any unique symbols or ornants?" an official gently asked, quickly recording every detail, cautious not to miss anything.

"How big was the orca he was riding, and was there anything special about its color?" another official joined in, attempting to determine through these descriptions if it could be a rare marine species mistaken for a mythical sight.

The fishern each recalled, so saying the man wore clothes that shimred, rging with the sea; others emphasized the imnse size of the orca, its dorsal fin as sharp as a blade, its entire body shining with a silvery-blue sheen, glimring under the sunset.

Clearly, the overwhelming sight led their mories, impacted by intense emotions, to differ slightly.

Bare-chested Chen Yun, plainly sprinting naked in reality, seed in their accounts as if garbed in shimring attire, akin to mythological beings.

Their words were clearly filled with awe and wonder, while the officials listened, internally analyzing silently.

"Seeing him smiling, could it be possible he was engaged in so extre sport, like diving or using specialized equipnt for marine exploration?" an official tried to propose so practical hypotheses, hoping to find a plausible explanation for this odd encounter.

The fishern looked at each other and all shook their heads, insistent that what they had seen was extraordinary.

"No, impossible! The man moved gracefully, coexisting harmoniously with the orca, beyond human capability," an old fisherman firmly stated, certainty in his eyes.

Proper extre sports consist of skydiving, surfing, racing, right?

What counts as swimming along with an orca?

Though it may seem harmless, the difficulty and danger involved are far greater than most extre sports.

After all, don’t think because an orca doesn’t harm humans, it’s all gentle and kind.

Even an accidental brush from it can felt like being hit by a train.

Thus, as an experienced fisherman who had spent many years at sea, he was certain the man wasn’t participating in any extre sports but indeed had sothing inexplicably special about him.