Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 209 A Sword Carried Slanted Back Then
Sai Jiu was thinking that if he waited outside for ten days or half a month and Pei Xia still couldn't come out, then he would have done his best and could explain it to the Grand Elder.

A fire has been lit here. They just finished cutting down trees and built a shelter. They're about to go find a water source nearby.

He looked up and saw four obese figures walking towards him.

I was stunned.

"……this?"

"Ah."

Pei Xia nodded to him: "I'm always very quick and efficient."

Pei Xia didn't go into details about the sacred mountain with Sai Jiu. As a fish-man, Sai Jiu didn't inquire too much about the sacred mountain.

Looking at Han Youzhi and Cao Heng made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Old Han was frightening because he had previously displayed his strength.

Cao Heng was mainly a victim of a scam, and as a simple and kind-hearted murloc hunter, he felt a pang of guilt.

Comrade Xiao Cao felt no guilt, sadness, or distress; in fact, he was quite grateful.

Well, I've been having a really bad run of luck lately. First, my family's magical artifact broke, then my ship sank, then I got tied up, and for some reason, I was also blown up by a talisman.

Fortunately, the guest of the He family is an honest man. He used the broken magic weapon to save him from danger twice in a row, and now he is going deep into the tiger's den to take him away from the fish's belly.

He touched his grimy face, his mind repeating: "We're brothers and sisters! We're brothers and sisters!"

After Jian Dan and Sai Jiu introduced Lao Han, the group set off without stopping to rest and prepared to return to the village.

Everything has been taken care of, and the person with the brain has explained clearly how to leave.

Pei Xia planned to go to the Grand Elder to get a boat, and then leave through the mouth of the Sea Patrol God.

The journey back was much more comfortable. With more people traveling together, there were no thieves to bother us, and with nothing on my mind, my mood improved considerably.

We would even stop occasionally along the way to admire the beautiful scenery inside our bellies.

This is truly a unique sight in the world.

Yellow-green grass mushrooms mixed with strangely shaped trees spread out to form a plain, and undulating hills exposed dark brown flesh that looked like soil but wasn't. Occasionally, wild animals could be seen running by, some alone, some in groups. Whether they were beasts or birds, they all looked different from those in the outside world.

It took nearly ten days to finally see the long river originating from the Oral Lake in the distance.

It seems the water level has risen slightly.

Sai Jiu let out a long breath. Although there wasn't much fighting in the world inside her belly, it wasn't easy to travel such a long distance and return safely.

Pei Xia followed Sai Jiu into the village, and whispered to Han Youzhi, "The elder here, Chen Fengcai, is also a local. He came from Qinzhou about twenty years ago and settled here."

Han Youzhi, as a "woman from the ground," was a first-time visitor to this village. Sensing the varied gazes she received, she leaned slightly closer to Pei Xia: "Qinzhou twenty years ago?"

“Yes,” Pei Xia paused, seemingly reminded by Han Youzhi’s question, “Oh, twenty years ago, wasn’t the war in Qin Prefecture still ongoing?”

Qinzhou was not a naturally desolate place; its current state of widespread suffering is entirely the result of the infighting among warlords.

Han Youzhi nodded: "I think so, I heard it from someone else."

Pei Xia frowned, as if she had heard the words "twenty years ago" and "Qinzhou" not long ago.

He thought for a moment before asking, "When we left the underground palace, we talked about that secluded sect, wasn't there a..."

Han Youzhi immediately remembered: "The Slanted Sword." The Worldly Sect, the Slanted Sword, has been recorded in the Nine Provinces only three times, the most recent of which was the sword that killed the Dragon Cauldron of Qin Province twenty years ago.

Pei Xia asked in a low voice, "What is the Dragon Cauldron?"

Han Youzhi answered softly, "I don't know either, I heard it from someone else."

The two exchanged a glance. Could it be such a coincidence that this Chen Fengcai was actually Xie Fujian, who supposedly died after slaying the Dragon Cauldron with his sword?
You don't know until you think about it. As Pei Xia got closer to Chen Fengcai's little house, she started to feel a little nervous.

Fortunately, Elder Chen was still the same Elder Chen. When the door opened, he was sitting in the rocking chair in the small house, covered with a blanket and resting with his eyes closed.

"Elder, we're back," Sai Jiu called out.

Chen Fengcai slowly opened his eyes, turned around and looked over, then a look of joy appeared on his face: "It seems that Young Master Xie's trip has been quite successful."

Pei Xia smiled and agreed, while Han Youzhi quickly followed up by thanking Chen Fengcai.

Without the elder's help and guidance, Pei Xia didn't know how long it would take to reach Naoshan.

The two men, with ulterior motives, exchanged pleasantries while observing the thin old man from all sides, trying to find any trace of the Worldly Sect in him.

But Chen Fengcai really doesn't have anything special about her.

It wasn't until the old man noticed the strange look in their eyes and asked him that he laughed and said, "You can easily see through my cultivation level. What makes you think of any so-called secluded sect?"

Pei Xia and Han Youzhi both gave awkward smiles.

Indeed, what a coincidence! They've already had a series of amazing encounters inside the belly of the Sea God, and to see a sword-carrying figure before leaving is too deliberate.

After a brief chat, Pei Xia suggested that she wanted to change to a different boat for use at sea.

Chen Fengcai generously stated that there was no need to discuss exchanging them; they could simply have the village allocate one of its lanes to them.

However, since the valley has not yet replenished itself after the last flood of the Oral Lake, now is probably not the time to leave. Otherwise, when the Sea God opens its mouth wide, it will be like a tsunami, which even cultivators cannot withstand.

Pei Xia, of course, heeded the advice and thanked Chen Fengcai profusely for taking them in and entertaining them before finally leading the group of locals away.

Watching the group close the door and leave, Sai Jiu, who was standing to the side, asked the Grand Elder curiously, "What is the Worldly Sect?"

A helpless smile appeared on Chen Fengcai's kind face: "They're just some pretentious cultivators, just with higher cultivation levels."

Qinzhou, the Worldly Sect, twenty years ago... what they wanted to ask about was probably the slanted sword that cleaved the Dragon-Slaying Cauldron.

Alas, it is a pity that the man carrying the sword was only sixteen years old, a young man going to his death. What is even more regrettable is that his sword could not save Qinzhou, but instead caused widespread suffering.

Chen Fengcai clicked his tongue and shook his head: "That's why the Worldly Sect shouldn't be involved in worldly affairs. Finding a place to live in seclusion is the right way."

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Sai Jiu beside him: "So concerned about the affairs of the people on Earth, what? Do you want to go out and take a look?"

Sai Jiu pursed her lips and actually thought about it for a moment, but in the end she still shook her head: "The ground is too complicated."

During this period of time, while following Pei Xia, whether in conversation or actions, his impression of the people on Earth could not be categorized as good or bad, but they were definitely not innocent.

Take Cao Heng carrying the talisman for example; the fishmen could never come up with such a trick even if they thought about it their whole lives.

Chen Fengcai was neither angry that Sai Jiu had this idea nor annoyed that he was cowardly and gave up. He smiled calmly and tapped the armrest of his rocking chair.

"You are right, you've saved yourself fifty years of detours."

(End of this chapter)