Zhao Qichang hesitated for a moment before finally putting his daughter on the deck.

Ye Feng didn't stand on ceremony and reached out his right hand to grab Zhao Xiaolan's slender, snow-white wrist.

Before long, Ye Feng had a clear understanding of Zhao Xiaolan's physical condition.

Elaine Chao was indeed born with asthma. Her trachea was somewhat deformed, which was the main reason why her asthma could not be cured.

But for Ye Feng, curing her illness was really simple.

"Your ship must have a lot of medicinal herbs on it, right? I'll give you a list now, get the herbs here," Ye Feng said.

"Okay, okay, no problem," Zhao Qichang quickly agreed.

Ye Feng wrote a prescription by hand and handed it to Zhao Qichang, who then summoned the steward.

Before long, all the medicinal herbs that Ye Feng needed were brought over.

Ye Feng sat down cross-legged and took out the alchemy furnace, starting to refine pills in front of everyone.

As he cast spells, the alchemy furnace hummed, and its body turned a deep red.

About half an hour later, the furnace lid was opened, and a fragrant aroma of elixir filled the surroundings.

At the same time, a spirit pill with a single pill pattern flew out of the alchemy furnace and landed steadily in Ye Feng's hand.

"This is a first-grade elixir, a restorative pill. Give it to your daughter," Ye Feng said with a smile.

Zhao Qichang took the pill from Ye Feng's hand, but hesitated: "Can this elixir really cure my daughter's illness?"

"If you can't cure me, I'll take my head off and give it to you," Ye Feng said.

"There's no need for that, there's no need for that."

Zhao Qichang quickly said this and stuffed the pill into his daughter's mouth.

"It's so hot! It tastes so bitter!"

Zhao Xiaolan said with a look of disgust, and finally managed to swallow the pill.

She then clutched her chest and coughed violently, but after a short while, her breathing became smooth again.

Ye Feng opened his all-seeing golden eyes and took a look. He saw that Zhao Xiaolan's trachea had returned to normal and was no longer deformed.

"It's really healed! It's amazing!"

When Zhao Qichang saw that his daughter's breathing had returned to normal, he was overjoyed.

He then looked at Ye Feng excitedly and asked, "May I ask how this young master is addressed?"

“You can call me… um, Sun Feng,” Ye Feng said with a smile.

The pseudonym Feng Ye has been used far too many times before, both in the Di Yang Sect and the Tian Yang Sect.

If Ye Feng continues to use this alias, he might be targeted as soon as he arrives at the Di Yin Sect.

So Ye Feng adopted the pseudonym Sun Feng, which happened to be the same surname as Sun Muqing.

Does this mean I've taken my wife's surname?

The night wind chuckled silently.

Zhao Qichang quickly said, "So it's Master Sun! Master Sun, if you have such skills, why didn't you tell me sooner? Then I wouldn't have arranged a lower-class cabin for you."

"Whether it's top-grade or bottom-grade, it doesn't matter," Ye Feng said nonchalantly.

“No, no, no, how could I allow a master like you to stay in a lower-class cabin? There is only one best cabin on my ship, even better than the first-class cabin. Master Sun, you can stay in that cabin from now on,” Zhao Qichang said.

Ye Feng didn't care at all, but since Zhao Qichang made such a request, he readily agreed.

Zhao Qichang also sent spirit stones to repay Ye Feng, but Ye Feng refused them all.

For the next two days, Ye Feng moved to the best cabin on the ship, enjoying the fjord scenery along the way while asking the people on the ship about the Earth Yin Sect. He spent his days very leisurely.

Although he didn't uncover any secrets, Ye Feng still managed to gather a considerable amount of publicly available information about the Earth Yin Sect.

The Earth Yin Sect has a total of more than 3,000 disciples, and the vast majority of them are female, with male disciples accounting for less than 10%.

The current sect leader of the Earth Yin Sect is Fairy Han Jing, who has been cultivating for over five hundred years.

The Earth Yin Sect has five elders, all of whom are women, and all of them have reached the Saint Realm.

The First Elder Liu Mengyan, the Second Elder Wen Shaoling, the Third Elder Zhao Yuhan, the Fourth Elder... The cultivation methods of the Diyin Sect are biased towards Yin and softness, which is completely opposite to those of the Tianyang Sect and the Diyang Sect.

"Master Sun, you're inquiring about the Earth Yin Sect, is it because you want to join it?" Zhao Qichang asked curiously while enjoying the delicious fish soup.

Ye Feng neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply said, "Is the Earth Yin Sect so special that I can't even ask?"

"Of course not, please ask me anything, I will answer to the best of my knowledge." Zhao Qichang shook his head repeatedly.

Suddenly, a guard ran in from outside.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Zhao Qichang turned his head and asked, "What major incident has occurred? This is the Ice Strait Bay; do you think we'd encounter pirates here?"

"We didn't encounter any pirates, but we've probably run into a fugitive wanted by the Earth Yin Sect!" The guard's face was ashen, and he was trembling as he spoke.

"What?"

Zhao Qichang's expression changed drastically.

Bang bang bang.

One by one, burly, strong martial artists fell from the sky and landed on the deck of the ship.

The thick deck was cracked by these guys stepping on it.

"Who's the ship owner? Come out and speak!" the scarred man at the head of the group said coldly.

Zhao Qichang cautiously stepped out of the cabin, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Heroes, we are just a merchant ship, we have no grudge against you, why are you doing this..."

"I'm robbing merchant ships!"

"Now, all of you get off the ship!"

The scarred, burly man said without any politeness, and then pulled out a large, gold-ringed sword.

With a sudden swing of his sword, the dozen or so gold rings on it all clanged and rattled.

Zhao Qichang said with a bitter face, "My heroes, in this freezing weather, if we jump into the sea, we'll truly have no chance of survival!"

"What does this have to do with us? Are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, you'll die right now!"

The burly man with the scarred face who was the leader strode up to Zhao Qichang and slashed at him with his knife.

Just as Zhao Qichang was about to be beheaded, a cold snort suddenly came from the cabin!

The scarred-faced burly man's large cleaver suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the remaining burly martial artists' expressions also changed drastically.

"I wonder which senior you are..."

The scarred, burly man put away his natal magical weapon and said respectfully.

"roll!"

A single, cold word escaped from the cabin.

The scarred-faced strongman didn't dare to linger for a moment and immediately turned and fled. The other strong men and martial artists also left one after another, as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhao Qichang breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his cabin, looking at Ye Feng with gratitude: "Thank you so much, Master Sun, for saving me..."

“It wasn’t me just now,” Ye Feng shook his head.

Zhao Qichang was immediately stunned.

Although the guards he brought were all martial artists, they were only at the Opening Yuan Realm or Qi Movement Realm, and had no real prestige.

Forget about scaring away those bandits; even if a fight broke out, his guards wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Aside from the guards, the only martial artist dressed in the robes was Master Sun in front of us. Who else could it be but him?