I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 51 (Listen to Advice, Eat a Full Meal, Already Modified) Red Mountain Patrol, Ship Bay Anomaly

Under the clear sky, a white cloud passed by.

In just a cup of tea's time, Fu Ning had already arrived at the entrance of Red Mountain.

This place was nestled between mountains, with rugged rocks on both sides and a steep stone staircase in the middle, extending from underfoot all the way to the ancestral hall outside Red Mountain.

When Fu Ning finished paying respects to his master, he walked up this path to the mountain.

He didn't expect to set foot on this path again two months later.

Continuing down the stone steps, he saw a small four-cornered building ahead, perched on the mountain path, with an air of "one man guarding the pass against ten thousand enemies."

Curving corridors were embedded in the eastern and western mountain walls, and faint figures could be seen hurrying along the corridors.

This is the Red Mountain patrol, whose main task is to ensure the safety of entry and exit, mountain paths, and various halls.

All disciples who accept patrol tasks must report here.

Spirit Turtle Island is divided into seven parts: head, tail, shell, and four limbs.

The three mountains divide the entire shell main island.

The founding ancestor, Ling Cong, once set up a "Spirit Shell Formation" on the shell.

This formation can gather Origin Qi and isolate the inside from the outside.

The formation covers the entire three mountains, with only three entrances for entry and exit, corresponding to the locations of the patrol stations on the three mountains.

All disciples, whether Scenic Masters or Scenic Scholars, must walk through when going up or down the mountain.

With a thought, White Cloud had already shrunk back to the size of a fist and slipped into his sleeve.

Looking down, the mountain path was steep, but it didn't matter to a Scenic Scholar.

Step by step, after about a hundred or so stone steps, Fu Ning was already standing under the archway.

There were only two Red Mountain disciples guarding the entrance, and they both looked unfamiliar.

"Do you have a mountain pass, junior brother?"

Recently, there have been changes in the waters near Spirit Turtle Island, and more disciples have been going down the mountain to search for the opportunity to find Xuan Iron. So it wasn't surprising to see someone going down the mountain at this time.

Fu Ning didn't waste words and directly showed his token. As expected, the two glanced at it and opened the passage down the mountain.

Seeing that he easily passed the checkpoint, Fu Ning couldn't help but think to himself, "Indeed, only those who stand high can pee far."

He wondered when he could get one for himself.

After leaving Red Mountain, Fu Ning summoned White Cloud again.

White Cloud was originally a Profound Rank spirit creature, growing quickly and soon becoming the size of a mat.

Soaring above the clouds, the high wind blew his body.

Above the layered clouds, the setting sun pierced through the sky, reflecting countless colorful lights.

Away from the heat of Red Mountain, the long-lost coolness hit Fu Ning's face, and his gaze became serene.

In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

When he first transmigrated to this world, he didn't expect much, just hoping to live a few more days and nights.

From a dying man to becoming a Scenic Scholar on the three mountains, it was like a bug rolling in the mud finally breathing fresh air.

After this period of time, Fu Ning had gradually adapted to this world.

Before, on Sitting Oblivion Beach, he dared to shout loudly, "In the morning, I hear the Dao; in the evening, I can die."

But now, he was a bit reluctant.

As the sun set, the sky and the sea merged into one, creating a deep darkness.

The entire Spirit Turtle Island seemed to have truly turned into an ancient giant turtle, crawling in the gray currents.

The "Thousand Islands Chronicle" says, "In the South Sea, there is a solitary island called 'Spirit Turtle,' resembling an ancient giant turtle, carrying three mountains on its back, each with its own wonders and mysteries."

As a practitioner of the Gu Dao, Fu Ning had never revealed the true speed of White Cloud. Now that there was no one around, he released the restrictions.

Sure enough, the cloud flew and the wind raced.

In just a moment, he had circled Spirit Turtle Island several times.

It wasn't until the sky grew dim that he descended from the clouds.

The sky grew higher, and the sea drew closer.

The sound of the rolling tide became clearer.

After a few breaths, Fu Ning had already stepped onto the beach of the abandoned ship bay.

Familiar sea breeze, familiar beach, familiar musty smell.

Abandoned small boats could be seen everywhere, stacked haphazardly together. In the faint night, they added a touch of absurdity out of thin air.

In the darkness, a fishing fire rose.

A smile appeared on Fu Ning's lips. That was where he had once lived, the kowtowing little boat.

The small boat remains stranded on the beach.

As the tide rises, the boat sways with it.

A flickering fishing fire on the bow, under the orange light, casts a lonely shadow.

Fu Ning's mouth curls as he shouts, "Huoya~"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Huoya's body trembles, instinctively turning around, revealing a smile on his face. "Brother Fu~ You finally came."

As soon as these words are spoken, Fu Ning's feet pause, instantly gripping the White Cloud hidden in his sleeve.

The sea breeze is icy, and the night is deep.

Huoya has never called him "Brother Fu" before, but rather "Brother Fish."

"Cough cough cough~"

Fu Ning remains calm, continuing to walk towards the small boat.

Under the orange light, Huoya's face becomes clearer.

He grins, revealing a row of uneven teeth, his face filled with happiness, just like Huoya.

However, his hands are hidden behind him, reflecting a hint of cold light in the faint fire.

Fu Ning steps onto the small boat, stopping suddenly about four or five steps away from Huoya.

"Huoya... What do you see here?"

He takes out the "Ghost Whip" from his waist as he speaks.

"Hmm?"

Huoya's gaze falls, interestedly looking over. "Brother Fu, what is this...?"

A mysterious smile appears on Fu Ning's face. "This is a good thing, take a look!"

Before his words even finish, the whip suddenly shakes, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, swiftly rushing forward!

Swish!

The two were originally very close, and in an instant, the whip was incredibly fast. "Huoya" couldn't dodge in time, only feeling a chill at his waist, and a new hole appeared on his body!

"You!"

Only at this moment does he suddenly realize that he has already been exposed!

Fu Ning doesn't bother to respond, directly throwing down the Ghost Whip and turning to step onto the White Cloud.

But at this moment, a trace of panic suddenly flashes through his heart.

Without hesitation, he immediately taps his foot and rolls to the side.

Crack!

In the next moment, a black figure suddenly shoots out of the sea, a palm brushing against his scalp.

If Fu Ning hadn't dodged in time, he would most likely have met his end.

Bang!

The small boat sways slightly, and another person appears on the deck.

He is backlit, casting a rough silhouette, and one can vaguely see a full face of stubble.

Fu Ning's gaze sharpens, ignoring him and changing direction to continue running.

"Running? Can you escape?"

The stubbled man coldly snorts.

Whoosh!

A palm.

This palm carries the essence of elemental power, with a fleeting shadow of a whale.

As the palm wind descends, the whale flicks its tail.

Boom!

The powerful force is like a solid wall, directly blocking Fu Ning's retreat.

Without saying a word, he immediately uses a killing move.

"So fast!"

Fu Ning's gaze sharpens, his pupils shrinking into black dots. In the blink of an eye, he realizes that he can't dodge, so he can only strike back with a palm.

As the palm strikes, the shadow of a spirit turtle accompanies four ripples.

Bang!

On one side is the whale, on the other is the spirit turtle.

Two Origin Spirit shadows collide in mid-air, instantly dissipating into floating lights, mutually canceling each other out.

~Thanks to the suggestions from previous readers, this chapter has been revised, and the next chapter also needs a major revision. Please wait for the upload.

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