Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 890 - 461: Come and Go as You Please

Tie Dan described it as terrifying, so how could Fen Yun dare to act alone? Wouldn’t it be like waiting to be silenced?

Thus, the old fellow immediately declared there was no need to tie him up; he volunteered to stay behind to sail the ship for the Sect Leader, claiming that back when he fished out the Immortal’s Relics and before he cultivated to Divinity Transformation, he used to fish overseas and was excellent at steering ships.

Tie Dan, of course, didn’t mind. After all, the shipload of goods had to be delivered to Nine Yin Mountain, so he let the old Fen Yun continue steering the ship.

But as you’d expect, those two hundred containers of Immortal Fate weren’t easy to acquire. The Central Plains were already in chaos like a pot of porridge, with demons and rebel armies running wild without restriction. How could anyone miss the sight of such Treasure Light? Frequently, large groups of brainless trash fish would rush up to block the way and rob them.

Thankfully, although Fen Yun appeared humble, calling himself rubbish before Tie Dan, he could still put on airs and call himself an ancestor before actual trash. Casually striking with the oars, he smashed the trash fish into fish roe, sparing Tie Dan the effort of dealing with them.

But whether it was the remnants of the Sword Sect fleeing everywhere or the two sisters from Qingtang Sect spreading rumors secretly, gossip had spread across the Central Plains, claiming that someone obtained a large pile of treasures from the East Sea.

Although now with the presence of Fen Yun, this Divinity Transformation figure, regular cultivators dared not step up to ask for death, frequently mice hid in the shadows and spied using Divine Sense, causing Tie Dan no end of annoyance.

"Hey, come here."

"Yes, yes, what does the Sect Leader command?"

Upon hearing the call, Fen Yun limped forward and knelt before Tie Dan.

Tie Dan glanced at his previously chopped-off leg,

"Have you recovered?"

Fen Yun grinned, showing his courtesy as he rolled up his pants to show Tie Dan,

"Thanks for the Sect Leader’s concern. When I was young, after getting Immortal Fate and catching a Sea Star, losing an arm or leg was nothing; it healed quickly."

Tie Dan leaned in to inspect his leg wound, clearly seeing ferocious sword marks, the chopped-off exposed wound still oozing blood, but with burgeoning scars and pink flesh buds resembling a hideous centipede.

Though the sword power hadn’t dissipated, making movement inconvenient, for a Divination Transformation Monster with tough skin and robust blood, this injury was indeed nothing.

"Oh, your Immortal Fate is indeed profound; what cultivation technique are you refining? Let me see."

"Yes, yes, this cultivation technique, too, was caught from the sea. I’m cultivating it, asking for the Sect Leader’s guidance."

Fen Yun respectfully presented a Golden Cabinet, opened it for Tie Dan to see, containing 16 volumes of Daoist Books—all top-notch Immortal Records, talismans, scriptures, divine skills collected—leaving Tie Dan momentarily amazed,

"What else have you caught?"

"Oh, lots. My clothes, this armor, everything is caught. There’s also Immortal’s bones, sea monster heads, Elixir Pills and Spirit Stones, pearls and jewels, coral treasures, Sword, Spear, Stick, and Saber, a bunch of miscellaneous things.

But Golden Immortal Book things indeed happened just once; most others are junk, so once I transformed to Divinity, I stopped fishing. I directly scavenged at sea—cough, I mean salvaging..."

Tie Dan was speechless at this,

"Is the East Sea owned by your family or what? Whatever you want to salvage is there?"

Fen Yun smiled wryly,

"Not really... I wouldn’t dare hide from the Sect Leader. Actually, when I was young, I suffered a shipwreck, swept by a storm to Fire Flame Island. At the time, I was merely a mortal, cut off by the vast sea, unable to return to the Central Plains, only able to fish at the seaside for survival.

However, near Fire Flame Island, under the sea volcano, seemingly hides some Ancient Daoist Palace or Demon Demon Battlefield types of Immortal Demon Ruins. So, fishing in its vicinity yields; water temperature is just too high, no fish...

To survive, I ate bunches of unrecognizable junk, had diarrhea until near death hundreds of times, only to rely on the Sea Star Power to be rescued, little by little achieving today’s cultivation. Later, I got used to living on the island once becoming adept in Daoist Skills, so settled there. Occasionally, I return to the Central Plains, buying wives, concubines, and servants to serve, self-proclaiming an ancestor—haha, forgive the laugh."

Tie Dan looked at him,

"Even dared tell me such a secret about Ancient Ruins, truly not afraid that I’d snatch your Immortal Fate?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Fen Yun fawned,

"Why say that, Sect Leader? You are a true Immortal among men, the truth on Nine Mountains. Those who associate with you are Lingxiao Peak-dwelling Sect Leaders, invisible to the mundane world. Wild folks like us overseas are gone at the flick of a finger, hardly attracting your notice.

Moreover, I’ve lived at the Ancient Ruins’ gate for hundreds of years, unable to find any entrance. Approaching slightly incurs Flame Power harm, skin ruptures, Taoist Body blood splattering, Sea Star Power requires years to repair and restore. Thus, I’ve long realized it’s beyond a small old man’s reach.

If the Sect Leader’s interested, I’m willing to offer Fire Flame Island and serve as a slave, without question."

"Good, since you’re so polite and even take out the immortal law for me to see, I’ll write a scripture for you." Tie Dan looked at this old fellow, thought, counted, and then on the deck wrote a Sword Scripture,

"Your destiny is profound, reaching Divinity Transformation by yourself; your talent can’t be bad, just not knowing if you resonate with my Sword Sect.

Here is a Qi Sword Secret Refining Technique not some top-notch sword technique, but if diligently cultivated, it may resolve the sword wounds that remain in your body, and upon refinement, it can become a sword technique.