Chapter 16: The Disturbance at the Boundary Point

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Shuisheng asked several people in the village before finally understanding the situation.

The recent uproar over the boundary point on Fengmen Island began more than half a month ago. A stone called the "Wind-Shift Rock" on the island exhibited an unusual phenomenon, emitting a powerful supernatural energy without any apparent cause. Anyone with supernatural abilities who approached it would be transported within seconds to a new location. That place was also an island, with terrain almost identical to Fengmen Island, except that its plants and creatures were noticeably larger.

On Fengmen Island itself, there was a similar “Wind-Shift Rock” emitting the same strong supernatural energy. When supernatural beings touched these energies with their powers, they would be transported back to this side of Fengmen Island.

This was the clearest characteristic of a boundary point, which quickly attracted countless supernatural beings from all directions. They hoped to enter that other world through the boundary point and reap abundant rewards for overnight wealth. Items from the otherworld with supernatural abilities could be sold for high prices, even astronomical sums, on Blue Star. If someone were lucky enough to obtain a boundary stone, they could instantly become a billionaire.

Boundary stones were the primary material for making spatial equipment, typically found near boundary points, born from the chaos of time and space.

However, in recent days, no matter how hard people tried, there was little to gain. It seemed as if an invisible barrier existed in that world, preventing people from expanding their exploration beyond a hundred-meter radius outside the boundary point.

Boundary points generally appear and disappear within a set time. Aside from a handful of permanent points worldwide, most exist for a few days to several months, with 80% lasting under twenty days. This boundary point had been around for over ten days without further exploration. Some had already given up and returned home in despair.

Now, it was said that invisible barrier had vanished, allowing supernatural beings to freely explore the other side. No wonder it caused such a sensation, nor why the villagers said this was a chance to make money. Soon, waves of supernatural beings would come by boat, arriving and departing the island.

Still, even if one truly entered the other world, whether they would return rich was uncertain. As with all crucial periods in history, only a few ever struck it rich; most were left with nothing but blood and tears.

Perhaps this was humanity’s inherent flaw—everyone gambled on that small chance of hope.

Shuisheng had never passed through a boundary point or visited another world. Facing the one right at his doorstep, he couldn’t help but feel tempted. If he could truly gain something from the boundary point, even just one piece of equipment from the other world, it would be enough to solve his current financial difficulties.

Indeed, he was in trouble. Zhou Yudong had said the stock market had dropped another seven or eight points, severely trapping his funds. The fishing boat was gone. He had no steady job. Relying only on the two fishing rods in his shack was not sustainable. If the weather was bad or the fish weren’t biting, he might catch nothing at all.

Back at his place, Shuisheng hurried to check on the middle-aged man. Everything was exactly as when he left; the man lay motionless on the grass bed with vacant eyes.

He put some rice into an aluminum pot, threw in two dried fish, covered it, and started cooking.

His thoughts drifted to Zhou Yudong’s words, which made sense. For generations, the fishermen of Wang’ao Village had lived by fishing but remained poor, mainly due to poor sales channels and cutthroat competition that drove prices down. In the Ting’ao Town fish market, the buyers’ market had formed, causing high-quality catches to be sold at rock-bottom prices.

If they could really open a fish shop for Wang’ao Village in town, reducing internal competition and price undercutting, as well as cutting down on the time fishermen spent selling fish, their incomes would surely rise significantly. This would be a blessing for everyone, even benefiting future generations.

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He had the idea. Now, the key was startup capital.

Thinking this, he dragged out the old wooden box from beneath the grass bed. Opening the lid, he took out the middle-aged man’s personal belongings.

A set of fish scale armor, two sheathed daggers, and a silver ring set with a dark blue gem.

These items must be valuable. It was said that items used by supernatural beings—especially weapons and equipment—were worth a fortune. Even selling one of these could bring him a hefty income.

But he couldn’t.

If the man were already dead, and these were his belongings with no one else to claim them, it would be acceptable.

But the man was clearly still alive, albeit like a walking dead, with basic life signs still present—his eyes wide open. Selling his possessions while he was alive was wrong.

Still, just looking at them should be harmless, he thought.

After fiddling with the fish scale armor and daggers for a while, his attention settled on the ring. Among the three items, this was the one that most captivated the young man.

The dark blue gem, about the size of a peanut, shone so vividly under the sunlight streaming through the window that it was mesmerizing and almost made his heart race.

He stared at it for two or three minutes, then gently touched the gem’s surface with the tip of his left index finger. He closed his eyes slightly, concentrated, and then a faint blue glow appeared on his fingertip, seeping into the gem.

As he continued channeling his water-based supernatural power into the dark blue gem, his complexion grew pale, sweat began to trickle down his forehead, and his breathing grew labored.

The scene darkened gradually—it felt like the onset of dizziness.

“No, I can’t faint.” He gritted his teeth and poured every last drop of his water power into the gem.

The darkness slowly faded, replaced by a circular space resembling a cave. Some objects floated inside, seemingly unaffected by gravity.

“Could this be a boundary stone?” Shuisheng wondered. Among supernatural items, there was a magical stone called a boundary stone, said to originate from places like Two Realms Mountain or other boundary regions. These stones could open spatial realms, and once processed, became very expensive spatial equipment.

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It really was boundary stone equipment—today was truly eye-opening. He thought this as he watched the floating objects inside.

A translucent bag containing what appeared to be documents, stacks of paper currency, and some gold coins.

An ancient blue-bound stitched book titled The True Water Purification Technique, handwritten. Below the title, in red ink, were four additional characters: "Supplementary Annotations Required."

There were also over a hundred other objects of various sizes, all floating.

At this point, Shuisheng’s supernatural power could no longer sustain the boundary stone’s spatial opening.

Darkness engulfed his vision, and all the floating items vanished, replaced by complete black silence. Then, the young man finally lost consciousness.

How long he remained unconscious, he did not know. Slowly, his awareness returned.

The first thing he sensed was the aroma of rice porridge with a fishy fragrance.

Then, he heard someone drinking with heavy breaths, the scraping of a spoon against a bowl, and the sound of blowing on the food.

Finally, he opened his eyes to the real world—the interior of his shack.

What he saw shocked him.

The middle-aged man who had been lying like the walking dead on the grass bed for days was now sitting up, fully recovered. Not only had he returned to normal, but he was also unabashedly drinking the fish porridge Shuisheng had cooked.