I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 232 - 196 Zhai Xingzi Appears

This scene terrified everyone around, with their souls almost leaving their bodies.

Some people fled towards the distance, but their actions instead attracted the attention of two other ferries.

The Ferrymen on the ferries didn't even ask and, with their bamboo poles instantly extending, skewered the three fleeing Foundation Establishment Cultivators to death.

Seeing that they could neither fight nor escape, and considering that the depths of the distant sea were even more dangerous than here,

fleeing toward the distant sea was obviously not a wise choice.

"Miss Jiang, hurry and get the Array Flags, let's go back."

Someone shouted, and another person said to Tian Lin: "Tian Daoist Friend, our lives are now in your hands."

First came Mei Immortal's cold voice from the sword holder: "Without the command of the Immortal, no one can leave."

Then came Tian Lin's voice:

"Last night, I risked my life to save everyone, but what was the repayment? You offer empty promises, not only demanding that I let bygones be bygones, but also expecting me to willingly risk my life for you, isn't that too contemptuous of my dignity?"

His words clearly showed he wanted benefits, but those present did not find Tian Lin's demands unreasonable; instead, they felt somewhat ashamed.

After all, Tian Lin had indeed been very 'honorable and upright' yesterday.

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Only because everyone thought he was bound to die did some think of dividing his inheritance, while others, although not involved, did not seek justice for Tian Lin.

Now that Tian Lin was disheartened, how could he possibly make sacrifices for them without compensation?

"If you want me to save you, I can. I will find a way to draw away these three ferries, but I need three top-grade Spirit Stones from each person."

"Three top-grade Spirit Stones?"

Someone who was stingy couldn't help saying: "That's three thousand Low Grade Spirit Stones, how long would we have to work to accumulate so many top-grade Spirit Stones?"

Tian Lin said: "It just so happens I can only lead away one ferry at a time—so whoever doesn't want to pay with Spirit Stones can figure out how to deal with the other two Ferrymen themselves."

At this particularly pressing moment, while Tian Lin and the others were talking, to avoid their own misfortune, these Foundation Establishment Cultivators had already sent out their sword holders and Sword Slaves, letting them use their lives to buy time for themselves.

The Ferrymen on the ferries didn't mind the high or low cultivation of the newcomers, nor did they care whether they were men, women, old, or young; they treated everyone the same, demanding money, asking them to board, and then skewering them.

"Alright, three ferries for three top-grade Spirit Stones as agreed. If one ferry is missed, not a single Spirit Stone will be obtained."

One Foundation Establishment Cultivator on the boat spoke.

At this critical juncture of life and death, people could no longer afford to think too much.

Moreover, Tian Lin had drawn away a ferry yesterday only thanks to encountering a Golden Core ancestor.

Even if Tian Lin had the ability to deal with one ferry, it was uncertain if even a Late-stage Foundation Establishment expert could handle three ferries.

Everyone thought that no matter what, they should just agree first.

Tian Lin ignored what these people were thinking, he turned his head and said to the Yu'er sisters: "You two follow Miss Jiang onto the big ship, so no one uses you as scapegoats later."

After saying this, he swept his eyes over the crowd and said: "I, Tian, always keep my word, and I hope that this time none of you will let me down again."

He didn't waste any more words, turned around, and flew to the front of a ferry, saying to the old man on the ferry: "I want to take the ferry!"

With the copper coin from Tian Lin's hand falling into the old man's pouch, the old man's bamboo pole no longer reached out to kill anyone, but was inserted into the water and gently pushed.

After Tian Lin boarded the ferry, the old man carried Tian Lin toward the distant sea.

The Sword Slave, who had narrowly escaped death thanks to Tian Lin, returned to the prow of the ship with lingering fear, overjoyed.

But before he could steady himself, he was thrown by his master toward one of the remaining two ferries, listening to his master: "What are you standing there for, there are still two ferries left."

While talking, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator turned to Mei Immortal's sword holder and said: "Miss Jiang, take the chance to open the Array and let us return to Pingyang City first."

The sword holder said coldly, "The Immortal is currently missing; how can we allow you all to flee at will? Besides, Tian has already lured away a Ferryman, what else are you afraid of?"

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator said, "Although Tian's strength is not ordinary, how could he be so lucky as to survive the Ferryman's hands every time?

Moreover, even if he can come back alive in a while, by then the sky will be bright, and I'm afraid all of us will already be dead."

The sword holder knew that what these people were saying was true, and also understood that their previous promise of Spirit Stones to Tian Lin was just a temporary ruse to coax him into taking action.

In the end, they did not believe Tian Lin could save them from the hands of three Ferrymen.

"I said no, means no, do you dare kill me?"

After saying this, the sword holder realized all the Foundation Establishment Cultivators were showing a fierce light in their eyes.

Clearly, at this critical moment of life and death, her identity as Mei Immortal's sword holder and her origins from Shuiyun Sect are no longer effective.

It was at this time that Yu'er suddenly said: "My master has returned."

In front of others, she mostly referred to Tian as Daoist, but this time she was too excited and blurted out 'master' unconsciously.

But who at the scene will delve into the meaning of these two words? Nor did anyone associate Tian Lin with Tian Shuang.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and indeed, saw Tian Lin's figure turn into a fleeing light, appearing in front of the second ferry.

"This, hasn't it even been half an incense stick's time? How did he manage to send the Ferryman away in half an incense stick's time?"

The crowd was amazed, looking at Tian Lin's figure with skepticism and belief.

By this time, Tian Lin had already boarded the second ferry. In the dense fog more than a mile away from the crowd, he suddenly took out a copper coin and threw it at the Ferryman, "Excuse me, please take me into the sea."

The Ferryman didn't waste any words, took the money, and started to submerge the ferry with the bamboo pole.

The Immortal Sinking Pond tonight seemed colder than last night, and the Sword Qi in the sea was densely laid two fathoms deep.

Tian Lin and this Ferryman did not descend more than seventy to eighty fathoms before the Ferryman was already wounded all over by the Sword Qi.

Tian Lin, with the experience of 'killing' Ferrymen twice, did not attack the Ferryman with his Spiritual Sense. Instead, he took advantage of the Sword Qi to destroy the bag on the Ferryman's shoulder. When copper coins scattered from the bag, he used Spiritual Sense to protect and gather a lot of copper coins.

As the Ferryman was completely killed by the Sword Qi, Tian Lin took the wooden plaque, ferry, and bamboo pole, pulling the boat and floating upwards.

Up to now, he still hadn't figured out what material the wooden plaque, labeled 'Ferryman,' was made of, while the ferry and bamboo pole appeared very ordinary, yet they could withstand the damage from Sword Qi.

Tian Lin located his wooden boat, took the ferry, bamboo pole, and wooden plaque into his Storage Bag, then returned to the large boat where Mei Immortal was.

By this time, hundreds of sword holders and Sword Slaves had died, with only seven or eight people left, and even two Foundation Establishment Cultivators had died.

But the group still marveled at how quickly Tian Lin had come, and their expressions became excited.

"Is Tian's cultivation middle-stage or late-stage?"

Someone couldn't help but say, "Even if it's middle-stage, his strength is definitely not inferior to people like Mei Immortal. It could very well be that he is Zhai Xingzi."

Regardless of whether Tian Lin's cultivation was at the middle or late stage, this group would absolutely not dare to renege on their debts to Tian Lin.

This time, Tian Lin was only waiting to register the Spirit Stones. With a few more top-grade Spirit Stones, he would have enough to take the Transmission Array to the North Wilderness.

He was now sailing on the river, with himself and the ferry amidst the dense fog.

Just as Tian Lin was about to take out a copper coin and deceive the Ferryman into entering the sea, a light boat emerged from a distance. A young man came floating on the river, stopping his boat in front of the ferry, asking the Ferryman:

"Old man, do you need a ride?"

The young man's voice was crisp, holding a bamboo pole in his hands with a smirk, looking at the Ferryman.

The Ferryman was clearly taken aback and seemed unable to react with his not so high intelligence.

The young man asked again, "Old man, do you need a ride?"

The Ferryman still did not answer, and seeing this, the young man drew out his bamboo pole and directly pierced the Ferryman's body.

The young man moved extremely fast, the Ferryman had no chance to resist and was pierced by the bamboo pole, his soul scattering.

Tian Lin watched as the bag and wooden plaque fell from the Ferryman's shoulder but did not dare to reach out rashly.

Sure enough, the bamboo pole in the young man's hand, which he used to kill the Ferryman, directly flicked the bag that had fallen onto the deck, and even the waist plaque that had dropped from the Ferryman was picked up by his bamboo pole.

The bag tumbled in the air and landed on the deck behind the young man with a 'plop'.

It was then that Tian Lin noticed that the young man's back was filled with such bags. It could be said that the young man was carrying a boat full of copper coins.

Was he collecting the copper coins?

Tian Lin had an epiphany and stood on the ferry, cupping his hands towards the young man, "Could you be fellow Daoist Zhai Xingzi?"

The young man did not reply but crushed the waist plaque he had snatched from the Ferryman. A black weapon swiftly passed through his fingers and was absorbed by the wooden plaque at his waist.

After absorbing the snatched wooden plaque with his own, he picked up the bag that came from the Ferryman, glanced at it, frowned and said, "Only one hundred and twenty-one?"

He took out eleven coins and threw them to Tian Lin:

"Although the Ferryman was found by you, it was I who killed him. The Ferryman's bamboo pole and boat are yours, and I'll compensate you with eleven Youdou coins, so none of us are at a loss."