Qing Wan.
This was an extremely remote bay in Xiangjiang.
In the earlier years, fishermen would still fish here. However, one night, after casting their nets, a fishing boat found the net to be unusually heavy, impossible to pull up.
Instead, the entire fishing boat was spun in place.
The fishermen immediately grew suspicious. They switched to mechanical devices to pull the net again, attempting to force it up.
To their surprise, the strong net tore apart.
At the same time, this action seemed to anger something, and instantly the entire Qing Wan bay was hit by colossal waves.
A massive vortex formed beneath the fishing boat.
Vaguely, one could see a ferocious and giant head bobbing up and down in the center of the vortex.
The fishermen were terrified, believing they had encountered the Iron Dragon King. They immediately knelt on the boat and kowtowed incessantly.
Simultaneously, they threw all the wine and meat provisions they had brought into the center of the vortex.
After a full fifteen minutes, the vortex slowly disappeared.
The ferocious and giant head also vanished beneath the water.
Apart from the fishing boat still spinning aimlessly on the water, there was no trace of what had just happened.
The fishermen, having narrowly escaped death, collapsed onto the boat, gasping for breath.
From then on, the news of an Iron Dragon King at the bottom of Qing Wan bay spread like wildfire.
No fisherman dared to fish here anymore. Instead, during festivals and holidays, fishermen would bring large amounts of fruits, wine, and meat to offer sacrifices.
A temple to the Iron Dragon King was even built on the shore, with the dragon king statue inside sculpted to resemble the ferocious head that the fishermen had seen before.
At this moment, He Chongxu, leading Li Fengcheng and a group of others, stood at the entrance of the Iron Dragon King Temple.
"Master He, does your esteemed Martial Uncle live here?"
Li Fengcheng asked incredulously, looking at the rather simple small temple.
"Perhaps after this battle, we can all pool our resources to help renovate the temple for Martial Uncle?"
He Chongxu waved his hand: "No need. My Martial Uncle has always been frugal and believes in the natural way of Dao. He would not be happy if you built a magnificent temple."
"It would be better to convert the money for renovating the temple into cash, and I will pass it on to Martial Uncle."
Li Fengcheng and the others were all speechless.
Even for such a small sum of money, He Chongxu was trying to skim some profit?
However, this was not the time to dwell on such matters. Li Fengcheng and the others agreed and stepped towards the temple.
But as they reached the temple entrance, Li Fengcheng suddenly trembled. He looked as if he had seen something, his face turning deathly pale. He collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
At the same time, his eyes shot out with intense fear. He was sweating profusely, struggling to breathe, and his body, slumped on the ground, was contorted into an 's' shape, as if a mountain of a thousand pounds was pressing down on him!
"Li Sheng!"
The other wealthy individuals were shocked. They rushed forward, trying to pull Li Fengcheng up from the ground.
But their advance only worsened the situation. As soon as they approached, they instantly found themselves in the same predicament as Li Fengcheng!
All of them looked ahead in terror, slumping to the ground.
Only Huo Sheng, acting cautiously, did not rush forward rashly and was thus spared.
Huo Sheng looked at this bizarre scene and couldn't help but turn to He Chongxu beside him: "Master He, what... what is going on?"
He Chongxu, instead of showing any nervousness or worry, let out a slight scoff and said, "I told them before that we are coming to Qing Wan to invite the dragon out of its mountain. Did they not understand the word 'invite'?"
"To barge in so openly and carelessly, they deserve this retribution."
"This is only because my Martial Uncle saw that these people had no ill intentions; otherwise, they would already be corpses!"
Hearing He Chongxu's words, Li Fengcheng and the others shivered in unison, then pleaded, "Master He, save us! We can't hold on much longer!"
"Dragon! A dragon is wrapped around me, crushing me, making it impossible to breathe! I'm dying!"
"Help us, Master He, such a huge dragon's head! It wants to eat me..."
He Chongxu chuckled and shook his head. He bowed towards the temple, "Martial Uncle, they acted out of ignorance, please spare them this time!"
The next second, Li Fengcheng and the others instantly straightened up. The look of terror in their eyes disappeared.
Only a deep sense of lingering fear remained.
Li Fengcheng and the others got up from the ground. Once bitten, twice shy, they absolutely refused to walk in front anymore, all shrinking behind He Chongxu.
"Master He, please go first."
"Please, go first."
This sudden politeness made He Chongxu roll his eyes.
However, He Chongxu still stepped forward and entered the temple.
But as soon as he entered, He Chongxu let out a soft exclamation: "That's strange, why is no one in the temple?"
"It turns out Martial Uncle is not in the temple at all! So, that dragon's might just now was entirely emanating from this statue!"
"It seems Martial Uncle's cultivation has improved considerably again, otherwise, even a clay statue by his side would not possess such pressure!"
"This time, that fellow surnamed Ying is definitely finished!"
He Chongxu said with excitement.
Then he walked out of the temple.
"My Martial Uncle should be out traveling and is not here for the moment."
"Ah?" Hearing He Chongxu's words, Li Fengcheng and the others were all dumbfounded.
"If your esteemed Martial Uncle is not here, how can we deal with the person surnamed Ying? Or does Master He have some unique secret technique to contact your esteemed Martial Uncle?"
He Chongxu pretended to ponder for a moment, then said after a while, "There is no unique secret technique, but there is a saying: sincerity moves heaven. I didn't deliberately exaggerate when I asked you to 'burn incense and invite the dragon' earlier. It can indeed be effective."
"Perhaps while my Martial Uncle is traveling, he will have a sudden impulse and sense our earnest sincerity, shrinking thousands of miles in an instant to return."
"Then..." Li Fengcheng and the others exchanged glances.
They were all influential figures in Xiangjiang. If it was to burn incense and kowtow to gods or spirits, it was one thing, but to kowtow to a living person, they really found it difficult to do.
However, considering the importance of the matter and the hundreds of billions in profit involved, they successfully convinced themselves within two seconds.
"Then please, Master He, guide us. We will immediately burn incense and invite the dragon!"
On the shores of Qing Wan.
An incense table was respectfully placed before them.
On the table were fruits, wine, and meat, as well as a burner with high-quality incense sticks.
As the incense sticks were lit, He Chongxu's expression became solemn, and he made a gesture: "The incense is burning, what are you all waiting for? Please!"
Li Fengcheng and the others looked at each other.
The next second, they simultaneously knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the incense table.
"Believer Li Fengcheng..."
"Believer Huo Zhengdong..."
"Believer Zheng Changjian..."
"We respectfully invite the Immortal Master to exterminate evil and establish righteousness!"
The sea breeze blew across the shore, seeming to carry the voices of Li Fengcheng and the others into the sea, blowing them far away.
He Chongxu stood by with his hands behind his back, squinting at the distant sea horizon.
After an unknown period of time, He Chongxu's expression suddenly sharpened. He bowed towards the sea horizon, "Nephew He Chongxu respectfully invites Martial Uncle!"