Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 1129 - 1117: Ice Prison Ferryman_3

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1117: Ice Prison Ferryman_3

"I’ve been doing this line of work for over five hundred years. Experienced and reliable, fair prices for everyone, sir, choose me!"

"Pick me instead!"

The ferrymen all began shouting over one another.

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow. The map he obtained from Wu Weihao clearly marked the route to Boundary City. Crossing the swamp was something he could brute-force his way through using his formidable cultivation. Even the toxic miasma wouldn’t harm him in the slightest.

But...

The miasma was dense, and the swamp’s terrain was deceptively intricate.

Should he lose his way within it, he might waste an enormous amount of time.

And right now, time was the one thing he could not afford to lose.

That was why he came straight to Ferryport Town. His gaze swept across the sea of people. As his aura subtly radiated outward, an oppressive and terrifying force instantly silenced the chaotic scene.

The ferrymen all looked at him with respect and fear in their eyes.

A few ferrymen with nefarious intentions quietly withdrew from the crowd.

These people often engaged in robbery and murder.

But the pressure Xiao Yi unleashed was enough to make them understand he was not someone to mess with. Xiao Yi’s gaze landed on an old man with hair and beard as white as snow, his hunched frame covered in pustules. These were the marks of prolonged exposure to the swamp’s miasma. At the same time, they also signified that he was likely an experienced ferryman.

Looking at the old man, Xiao Yi asked, "How long would it take to cross the swamp in the shortest time possible?"

"Three days, and it’ll cost ten source stones as payment," the old man replied, taking a drag off his pipe.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly and scanned the others. "Get me across the swamp in two days, and I’ll pay one hundred source stones. If you can do it in one day, I’ll give one thousand source stones. Can anyone accomplish this?"

Hiss!

The crowd collectively gasped, their breathing growing rapid.

Ten source stones was already considered a fortune!

And yet, Xiao Yi was offering up to a staggering one thousand source stones?

But...

Crossing the swamp in a single day was a feat, even for the most experienced ferryman, that seemed impossible.

The old man furrowed his brows. "One day is too short. Two days, and I’ll do it, but I’ll need one thousand source stones."

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the crowd, Xiao Yi felt a twinge of disappointment. Just then, a scrawny youth stepped forward from the crowd. The boy barely came up to Xiao Yi’s waist, his skin as dark as charcoal. Yet beneath that blackened complexion, his eyes glimmered with exceptional brightness. He looked up at Xiao Yi and said confidently, "I can get you there in one day!"

"Huang Xiaohei? What’s this little punk doing jumping into the fray?"

"You’ve barely just arrived at Ferryport Town, and you haven’t even completed a single job yet. How could you possibly finish this task in a day?"

"Sir, don’t believe a word he says. He’s just spouting nonsense..."

The crowd erupted into shouts and protests.

The old man’s face hardened as he saw Huang Xiaohei trying to steal his business. With a cold snort, he sneered, "Huang Xiaohei, are you trying to make it impossible for yourself to stay in Ferryport Town?"

Huang Xiaohei straightened his neck, completely ignoring the old man’s threats. He fixed his determined gaze on Xiao Yi. "One day—that’s all I need to get you across. In all of Ferryport Town, I’m the only one who can make it happen!"

"Oh?"

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy.

This kid’s eyes were clear, and his words carried unwavering conviction.

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll choose you."

"Pay me upfront!"

Huang Xiaohei extended his hand without hesitation.

Xiao Yi tossed over a thousand source stones, causing the surrounding crowd to look on enviously.

The old man’s expression turned venomously hateful.

Those source stones should have been his!

He glared at Huang Xiaohei with sinister malice, his eyes brimming with icy hatred as he spat out venomous words. "Huang Xiaohei, making money is one thing, but living to spend it is another. Good luck—you’ll need it just to survive and come back alive..."

"Hmph, spare me your worries!"

Huang Xiaohei snorted coldly and led Xiao Yi into the swamp.

Staring at their retreating figures, the old man took a deep puff of his pipe. His squinted eyes glimmered with a cold and dangerous light. "What a juicy piece of meat... just a little tougher than usual. Looks like I’ll have to call on those old-timers to lend a hand..."