There's a Piece of Seaweed in Your Hair

Su Yang froze for a second before shouting in his mind.

—Did Pan Ning also reach a hundred?

—Wait, hold on, what’s this "Healing" thing?

[Injuries recover rapidly (regardless of internal or external damage). The higher the level, the faster the recovery time. Max level: 7.]

—Holy shit?! This is... isn’t this my boy Wolverine’s ability?!

Su Yang couldn’t help but gape, his face full of shock.

[Similar.]

—Damn damn damn!!!

Su Yang was so stunned by this new skill that he was left speechless.

If skills had tiers, Healing was absolutely top-tier.

"Old Su! Pan Ning! You guys okay?"

At that moment, Meng Wenzhou floated over, shouting from his boat.

Su Yang snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Meng Wenzhou, shaking his head with a smile. "We’re fine!! You go ahead, we’ll catch up."

"Alright, we’ll wait for you at the midway supply point."

"Got it~"

Hearing Meng Wenzhou mention the supply point, Pan Ning suddenly remembered that they sold basic medical supplies there.

She immediately stood up and pulled Su Yang. "Let’s go."

"What’s the rush? Your lips are still purple. Sit in the sun for a bit, or you’ll catch a cold."

"I’m fine!! Let’s go to the supply point. They have wound spray there. We need to treat your leg first."

Su Yang thought to himself, ‘Heh, what do I need spray for now?’

He chuckled and pulled his leg out of the water, inspecting it. The wound had already stopped bleeding.

‘Holy crap, this is insane!!’ he marveled inwardly.

"See? It’s not bleeding anymore," Su Yang said, pointing at his injury.

"Are you coming or not?!" Pan Ning glared at him without even looking.

Seeing her murderous expression, Su Yang shuddered and quickly stood up, grinning. "Alright, alright, let’s go."

...

Half an hour later, the two finally drifted to a rest stop along the Blue River.

The shore was wide, packed with food stalls crowded by tourists.

A few staff members stood at the edge, holding out long wooden poles to help people ashore.

Su Yang grabbed one, and soon they were pulled to the bank.

Once on land, Su Yang turned to Pan Ning with a smile. "Hungry? Want to grab something?"

"Medicine first!" Pan Ning strode straight toward a small stall selling medical supplies.

She pulled her phone from the waterproof pouch around her neck. The stall had only basic items—wound disinfectant sprays and a few cold medicines.

Pan Ning quickly bought a spray and crouched beside Su Yang.

He looked down, unable to resist ruffling her hair.

Pan Ning stiffened, then glared up at him. "Why’d you touch my head?"

"Uh… nothing, there was a piece of seaweed in your hair."

Pan Ning said nothing and focused on the wound on his leg. She was about to spray it when she froze, her face twisting in confusion.

"Your... your wound’s already healed?"

"Huh?" Su Yang crouched down to look. The four-to-five-centimeter gash on his leg had nearly closed, leaving only a faint pink scar—like it had been healing for weeks.

‘No way!! Level 1 is this fast? But how do I explain this? Tell her I have Wolverine or Deadpool’s powers? Who’d believe that? And I can’t say it anyway.’

"Are you some kind of superhero? How did it heal so fast?" Pan Ning murmured, gently tracing the scar with her finger.

"Ah—that tickles, stop it."

"This is crazy. You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?" She looked up, eyes sharp.

"No way! I don’t even know what’s happening!"

"Normal people don’t recover from deep cuts in minutes."

"Seriously, I’ve got no clue. This is a first for me too." With no good excuse, Su Yang stuck to denial.

"Something’s off. This isn’t natural." Pan Ning narrowed her eyes, thinking. "Fine, but you’re explaining this properly later."

"Uh—"

"Old Su!!" Just as Su Yang floundered for an answer, Meng Wenzhou’s voice called out again.

Su Yang turned to see the rest of their group already ashore, sitting at a stall and eating grilled tofu.

Hearing Meng Wenzhou, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun quickly looked over.

Meng Wenzhou had already told them about Su Yang and Pan Ning capsizing.

Now, spotting the two crouched nearby, the others hurried over.

"Yang-ge, how’d you flip the boat? You didn’t hit anything, right?"

"Nah, we’re good."

"Thank goodness. But what were you two doing over here?"

"Uh, nothing." They stood up quickly. Su Yang added, "You guys eaten yet? Want to grab some skewers?"

"We’re having tofu. Come on, I’m starving after all that drifting."

"Sure~"

As they walked over, Lu Yun ignored Pan Ning’s presence and stepped closer to Su Yang, voice low with concern. "You... you two really okay?"

"Totally fine, no issues!" Su Yang gave him a reassuring look.

"Good."

"Su-ge! How’d you flip earlier?" Su Qingci piped up curiously.

"No idea. We just went down a big drop and boom—flipped. But honestly? Way more fun than just floating."

"Hahaha, you’re insane, Su-ge. I’d have freaked out."

"It’s not that bad. The staff would’ve fished you out. Try it once and you’ll see."

Han Xiaoyu cut in, alarmed. "No thanks!! I’m still in the boat!"

"Just kidding, relax. No more flipping today."

"Better not jinx it."

After a quick snack, the group set off again.

About two hours later, all five boats reached the final three-kilometer stretch.

This section was off-limits to kids and seniors—a continuous steep descent.

The current roared, the water ran deep, and the slope was sharp, flanked by massive boulders. The turbulence was almost flood-level dangerous. One wrong move, and a capsized boat could spell real trouble.

Past this was the endpoint, with no calm stretches in between.

Amid screams, tourists were swept down the rapids.

Su Yang’s group followed one by one.

After their earlier mishap, Su Yang sat closer to the center. But given his height, his long legs had nowhere to go.

He draped them over the sides, leaving the middle space awkwardly facing Pan Ning.

The position was still somewhat embarrassing, so he simply draped both legs over Pan Ning's thighs.

The two of them remained tangled together as they rushed downstream for several minutes.

Soon, a nearly 90-degree cliff-like slope appeared ahead.

Though not extremely high, it was at least five feet tall—the steepest drop along the entire Blue River and a notorious spot for capsizing.

The river roared loudly, and Pan Ning visibly tensed up. She had no desire to flip over again—being swept away by the current was far from pleasant.

Su Qingci and Han Xiaoyu floated just a few meters ahead of them.

Suddenly, Su Qingci turned back and shouted at Su Yang, "Brother Su!! This is where I almost wiped out last time—be careful, or you’ll flip again!!"

Su Yang laughed. "No worries!! Not happening this time!"

As he spoke, the two rafts rapidly approached the cliff slope.

"Ahhhh!"

Su Qingci and Han Xiaoyu screamed as they plunged down first.

Their raft tipped at an almost vertical angle, crashing violently into the river.

A spray of water erupted, swallowing them instantly.

...