Seeking the Sword by Marking the Boat

The two youths were momentarily speechless. The sea wind was fierce, the waves were high, and a storm was fast approaching. They brought Mo Qiong up because they were afraid he'd be swept away by the waves, not because they were afraid he'd freeze in the water.

Of course, the cold was also a major problem; one could freeze to death from being in the sea for too long.

But they were more worried about Mo Qiong, who wasn't wearing a life jacket, being knocked off by the waves.

However, they could also tell that Mo Qiong was a genuinely good swimmer.

He moved in the sea as if he were in a swimming pool, swimming with ease and without a hint of panic.

At this moment, Mo Qiong was pushing the rubber dinghy through the water, shouting, "Help me out here, don't just sit there!"

"Okay, okay." The two men hurriedly rowed, cooperating with Mo Qiong.

With Mo Qiong's push, the rubber dinghy maintained a very slow speed as it approached the large ship. It was no longer being carried away by the waves. Now, as long as they rowed towards the large ship, they would only go faster.

However, even though the rubber dinghy was destined to collide with the side of the large ship, it wasn't guaranteed to land upright.

Under the current wind and waves, it was constantly tossing about. The rubber dinghy could capsize at any moment.

"Bang!" The rubber dinghy overturned, and the two youths immediately fell into the water.

"Ah!" people on the large ship cried out in alarm.

Mo Qiong quickly reached out, grabbing one in each hand. The three of them bobbed up and down on the surface of the sea.

They didn't have Mo Qiong's skill, being able to use underwater currents to propel themselves downward, treading water with extreme efficiency.

Most people would easily be knocked underwater by the waves. Even with a life jacket, they would briefly sink, swallowing some water.

The constantly surging waves could toss people around uncontrollably. Even expert swimmers would find it extremely dangerous.

In rough seas, sometimes one wave followed another. Although a life jacket could keep a person afloat, there might be no chance to catch their breath. A wave would hit, submerging the person for a few seconds. Just as they surfaced, ready to breathe, another wave would come. If this happened a few times in a row, the person could choke and lose consciousness.

At this moment, without Mo Qiong holding onto them, the two youths would quickly be swept away by the waves. The life jackets would become a hindrance to swimming, preventing them from adjusting their posture freely.

Conversely, Mo Qiong, without a life jacket, was much more at ease.

Beneath the sea's surface, the countless underwater currents were his life jacket. As long as he set his footing, the reaction force he generated while treading water was several times that of others.

The pressure of the large volume of water under his feet felt like treading on elastic rubber.

"Don't move around!" Mo Qiong shouted, then pulled them towards the large ship.

Having learned from the rubber dinghy's capsizing, Mo Qiong didn't push them directly to the side of the ship but swam with them.

The life jackets kept them afloat, and Mo Qiong was towing them. Seeing the large ship getting closer and realizing they weren't drifting away anymore, the two youths gradually calmed down and felt relieved.

They looked at Mo Qiong, half his body submerged in the water, his expression unchanged, and couldn't help but admire him.

"Bro, you're amazing! Can you handle the stamina?" a curly-haired youth said.

Mo Qiong replied, "I'm okay, but in a real storm, I wouldn't be able to."

Two minutes later, the yacht caught up to them. Mo Qiong pulled the two men to the side of the ship, and the people on board hurriedly lowered ropes.

Mo Qiong released one man, grabbed a rope, and handed it to him. "Climb up quickly."

The two youths took turns climbing. Once they were on deck, they shouted to Mo Qiong, "You come up quickly too!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong's body sank, and he disappeared into the water.

The people on board were frantic, searching all over the deck.

"Oh no, he's run out of energy, hasn't he?" the people on the ship exclaimed in shock.

They had hit someone's boat, failed to save the person, and now they needed to be rescued.

Even though they were wearing life jackets, how tiring would it be for one person to pull two others in the sea? After swimming dozens of meters, they must have been exhausted.

The curly-haired youth quickly took off his life jacket, tied a rope around his waist, and jumped into the water to find Mo Qiong.

However, he dived down, came up, dived down again, and searched back and forth for over a minute without seeing Mo Qiong. He began to despair.

"Is he dead...?" The curly-haired youth floated, holding the rope, his expression sorrowful.

"It's all my fault for not watching where I was going and sinking his boat..."

The curly-haired youth was on the verge of breaking down.

But just then, Mo Qiong suddenly surfaced from a distance.

"Hah..." Mo Qiong gasped for air greedily. The curly-haired youth stared at him blankly.

"Huh? Why did you come down again?" Mo Qiong asked when he saw him.

The curly-haired youth quickly swam over and supported him, saying, "Damn, I'm glad you're okay! Can you still swim?"

Mo Qiong had gone down to look for his boat. Although the wreck was leaking, it wasn't broken, and it could still be sailed.

If he towed it ashore, patched it up, and repaired it, there would be no problem.

His boat had a special custom icon, so he could definitely track its location and wouldn't lose it.

Earlier, when he had brought supplies to the large yacht, he had been submerged in the water and had already 'grabbed' the sunken boat from a distance.

There was a grappling hook on the boat. One end was hooked onto the ship's railing and secured, and the other end was thrown gently towards himself. This allowed him to tow the boat, preventing it from sinking to the bottom, and instead keeping it angled upwards in the sea, following him.

Throughout the entire rescue process, the grappling hook in the sea had been continuously approaching Mo Qiong.

However, after the rescue took so long, Mo Qiong felt the grappling hook touch him and begin its freefall. He immediately dove down to catch up after saving the person.

They were about to enter the Philippine Sea, and the seabed was already extremely deep. If he sank to the bottom, it would be difficult to retrieve anything.

At this moment, the grappling hook's landing point was repositioned to the underside of the large yacht's side, with a speed of only one meter per second.

At this speed, as long as the yacht didn't stop and wait for a while, the grappling hook would keep chasing. Wherever the yacht went, the grappling hook would follow with his dilapidated boat.

Moreover, the rope wouldn't break. If it went too fast, the rope would easily be pulled apart and snap.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm just a little tired," Mo Qiong said with a smile.

"Let's get on the boat quickly, the storm is coming!" the curly-haired youth said.

Mo Qiong and the curly-haired youth climbed onto the yacht using the rope, and everyone cheered.

"It's great that you're okay, you really scared us to death."

"If you had sunk without a trace, in this vast ocean, we wouldn't have been able to save you. It was too desperate..."

They were filled with lingering fear. If Mo Qiong had truly disappeared here, they would have felt guilty for the rest of their lives.

This was also why Mo Qiong didn't choose to play dead. These people on the boat were quite nice, and there was no need to leave them with trauma.

"Looks like I'll be getting a free ride. I don't know where they're going, but it doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry. I'm already very close to my goal anyway," Mo Qiong thought to himself.

At this moment, the storm had arrived, and the boat swayed, making everyone unsteady on their feet.

"Brother, hurry inside, the storm is coming, be careful not to get thrown off." Everyone hurriedly called for Mo Qiong to come inside the cabin to rest.

"Coming!" Mo Qiong said, picking up his belongings.

After his boat was hit, he had immediately salvaged important items. Although many miscellaneous items were lost, none of them were important.

He found a small file inside and walked to the railing, looking down, wanting to scratch a mark somewhere.

But then he thought, this was someone else's boat, so he changed his mind and decided to find a cloth strip to tie on it instead.

"What are you doing?" the curly-haired youth asked.

Mo Qiong smiled, "To commemorate my little boat."

This was actually a marker. Directly below the cloth strip, at the very bottom, was where the grappling hook was chasing.

No matter where the yacht stopped, as long as Mo Qiong jumped down from the marker, he would be able to find it or wait for his dilapidated boat.