623: Chapter 431 623: Chapter 431 The young master seemed to see whether the Taoist before him told the truth or lies, speaking in gentle tones, yet each sentence was probing for news.
“Those people are big villains, they actually captured me, a cultivator of modest skills, and forced me into hard labor.
They came here likely because they were being chased by someone with even greater skills, and somehow they escaped into the seabed.”
Inside his Magical Treasure, the Taoist had no clue why they had come here.
He only knew that entering the seabed was indeed a result of being pursued by the powerful in the Cultivation World.
“Who are these bad people you’re talking about?
Have they entered the palace?”
The other’s words made the Taoist shake his head, “That person is too cunning.
He only dispatched creatures from inside his Magical Treasures.
He didn’t come in himself.”
The young master’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, feeling that the Taoist had not lied.
The real force was likely not here.
“What’s with that Divine Dragon outside?
How did he acquire the status of a Divine Dragon?”
The Taoist at this moment showed a hint of furious disgust in his gaze, “That is a dragon.
When I saw it before, it wasn’t the gold of the Divine Dragons but silver.
I don’t know how it changed into the color of the Divine Dragons.”
The young master stood up, then sat down again, pausing for a moment.
He really was considering reporting the information he found out from the Taoist to his father.
The one outside impersonating one of their Divine Dragons was an imposter—a dragon that turned into a Divine Dragon.
He wondered why such a creature had such abilities, posing a threat to his father’s forces.
After sending the information to his father, the young master began to inquire about some matters of the Cultivation World from the Taoist.
“Young Master, the Cultivation World has undergone great changes recently.
Some foreign terrorists and some people from the Cultivation World have started to make their moves.”
The young master nodded, “We have not emerged for too long.
Now, leaving the Immortal Realm, others have already forgotten our Divine Dragon Clan.”
The Taoist looked at the person before him, who did not seem to be a dragon at all.
Could this dragon transform into a human, just like that other dragon?
This man resided in the Dragon Palace, he must be the descendant of the Dragon King.
Those outside were all ghosts, but the one in front of him couldn’t be a ghost.
He peered intently, unable to tell whether this was a living dragon or a ghost dragon.
“The Divine Dragon Clan?
Wasn’t your Dragon Palace ascended to the heavens?
Why have you secluded yourselves from the world?”
The young master’s gaze seemed to stare into the distance, filled with hatred that reddened his eyes.
“Our Divine Dragon Clan has become Immortals.
The Dragon Palace is merely our dwelling place.
We were living well in the heavens until chaos broke out in a massive war.
Heaven and Earth collapsed.
Many of our subordinates died and even my father, the Emperor, perished.
We were all driven back here.”
The Taoist listened to the young master’s words, feeling that they had also suffered greatly, but such was the way of the world, where the struggle for the resources of eternal life and cultivation meant either you died or I survived.
“Sigh, here in The Mortal Realm, the vitality is diminishing.
We’ve been unable to ascend for thousands of years.
My cultivation has been so tedious, and the times are indeed tough!”
At this, the young master revealed a sinister smile.
It had been many years since he had encountered a living person, many years since he met someone capable of cultivation.
The people who passed by at sea over the years brought no change to their vampire life.
The young master had originally intended to drain the blood of the Taoist and then transform him into a Ghost Dragon with greater powers.
Looking at the Taoist, who was quite robust albeit a bit ugly, the young master’s thoughts shifted, thinking of another idea.
Wasn’t his father intent on winning over these people to possess their bodies?
Many Ghost Cultivators, Demonic Beasts, and even monkeys had entered the Dragon Palace.
There was only one real human, the one who had come to his courtyard.
It seemed they were fated to meet.
“We are fated, indeed!”
The Taoist was not yet aware that the other had intentions of possession.
He only saw the young master before him, so elegant and refined, and his heart pounded with excitement, never having fluttered so intensely before, not even at the sight of a beautiful woman.
“Young Master, haha, we are indeed fated.
Arriving in your courtyard must mean that we truly have a connection in this life!”
The young master beckoned the Taoist to come closer.
The Taoist, as if entranced, obediently walked towards the young master, who did not immediately proceed with the possession as the Taoist approached.
Instead, he took his hand and led him into the room.
The Taoist, whose Taoist robe hadn’t seen a new set in months, leaving him looking somewhat ragged, was taken by the hand.
His dilapidated clothing made him resemble a beggar and ill-suited next to the Gentleman, so soft and refined.
Entering the glittering room, he saw the walls shimmering with gold, and his heart surged with excitement.
All these were gold!
They’ve hit the jackpot upon reaching the Dragon Palace, as every single item here is a treasure.
“If I can secure this Gentleman, this place will be my domain in the future.
Do I still need to fight to the death over resources with those people above ground?
Here, there are endless luxuries and riches to enjoy.”
Under the Gentleman’s enchantment, the Taoist had lost his forward momentum, basking in this haven of tender delights.
He was oblivious to the imminence of his death, still looking at the Gentleman with lustful eyes.
The Gentleman wasn’t put off by his gaze.
With a wave of his hand, a razor appeared.
The Taoist’s unkempt beard from several months of neglect was about to get a shave, followed by a haircut.
In these past months of fleeing, the Taoist had hardly had the time to tend to his appearance, focused only on cultivation and survival—eating poorly all the while.
All he had were Bigu Pills on him, flavorless but enough to stave off death by starvation.
“Gentleman, you’re so good to me.
I like you.
Could you have someone make a delicious feast for me?”
The Gentleman nodded and clapped his hands.
Before long, a seafood banquet was brought in.
Seeing the seafood feast, the Taoist drooled.
He couldn’t care less whether the Gentleman was eating or not and started eating with a Trident magical treasure, foregoing chopsticks.
The Gentleman, seeing how unkempt the man was, did feel a bit of disdain.
His appearance was really subpar, not matching his aesthetic taste.
Being an old ghost of tens of thousands of years, he hardly minded the age of a mere mortal in his fifties—he just found his abilities too meager, his features too aged, and also too ugly.
Armed with the ability to change his appearance through transformation magic, the Gentleman merely wanted the man’s body as a vessel to store his soul.
He wasn’t in a hurry to take the Taoist’s life; the man still had his uses.
So he had his subordinates keep an eye on the Taoist, devising ways to help his father, the King, eliminate the intruders from outside.
Three monkeys, two of which were fighting the ghosts, with only one perceptive monkey punching left, swinging right, searching directly inward.
He had discovered a peculiarity—that the ghosts were surging from a specific location.
The monkey speculated that there was definitely a secret there, but he didn’t think it was a passage to Yama’s Underworld.
Even he couldn’t enter the Underworld now, so how could these shrimp soldiers and crab generals reincarnate through it?
As he searched for the secrets inside, he realized all the ones present were just small fry.
Then where was the King?
Besides the Dragon King, there must also be his sons and daughters—it was impossible that none had shown themselves.
The monkey remembered how in “Journey to the West,” the monkey entered the Dragon Palace.
He wounded the Third Son of the Dragon King and captured him to become his junior disciple.
The Dragon Palace was full of treasures, and the Dragon King must be guarding them with his children.
With this thought, the monkey aimed to find a Magical Treasure suitable for his use inside.
Without any weapon, he lacked the imposing presence of Sun Wukong and certainly lacked the Golden Cudgel—how then could he fight against demons and ghosts?
While searching for treasures, he stumbled upon a column, glittering with Golden Light.
The monkey circled the column, examining it.
“Could this be the belly that can transform into a Golden Cudgel?”
Then he looked around and noticed the other columns were also shimmering with Golden Light.
“Ouch, treasures everywhere—shouldn’t I be a bit greedier?”
Not caring for consequences, the monkey wanted to pull out the column and make it his Magical Treasure.
He tried a little magic: “Change, change, shrink!”
The column didn’t budge, still shining with Golden Light.
This belly wasn’t listening to him, huh?
The monkey fiddled with its fur, perhaps the spell it knew wasn’t the 72 Transformations, which would be troublesome; the column wouldn’t be suitable to use.