Chapter 1372 Donghai

Above the East Sea, the waves surged.

A tall man with a wide mouth and square nose swept his tiger-like eyes across the sea, frowning slightly.

He was one of the Twelve Yuanchen (Divine Generals), and had come to the East Sea to find the seal of Gonggong (God of Water), but the East Sea was vast. Moreover, he couldn't use his divine powers to search for the target at the sealed location of Gonggong in the East Sea. Even he couldn't find Gonggong's seal in a short time.

He was never a patient Yuanchen.

As for whether there were any patient ones among the Twelve Yuanchen?

Of course, there were.

But where are they now?

Gone.

Killed by that white-haired swordsman with a single strike.

Killed as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

So this task could only fall on him.

But as he looked at the vast sea, he became more and more irritable. He thought about simply finding a local minor god to ask. He raised his head and saw a figure in the distance, overjoyed. He strode forward, and before he could get close, a majestic aura suppressed him with a furious roar.

The person seemed to be intimidated, with no power or will to resist.

The Yuanchen's aura was immense, causing the sea to tremble and the clouds in the sky to dissipate. He walked slowly and said:

"Little god of the human world, halt."

"I am a true lord Yuanchen from the upper realm, here to ask you something. If you please me."

"You will naturally have endless benefits."

The man trembled, seemingly extremely respectful and fearful, stammering:

"This, little god, pays respects to the true lord."

He wore a black outfit, his black hair falling down, his face handsome.

He had an earring with a blue gemstone inlaid in his right ear, with tassels.

He raised his hand, placing his right hand on his left, his respectful and fearful appearance greatly pleasing the Yuanchen.

The young man raised his eyes slightly.

The expression on his face was respectful and fearful, humble and kind.

There was even a bit of flattery in his smile.

Only his eyes were large and clear, faintly emitting an amber light.

Like a tiger crouching on a mountain.

He smiled and said, "The East Sea is too desolate to entertain a god."

"I have an island as my dojo, named Yingzhou."

"If the god doesn't mind, you can rest there. There will be fine wine and beautiful women to serve you."

The Yuanchen was extremely satisfied with his reaction and laughed loudly: "Good!"

………………

Yingzhou, or rather, the original Sakura Island.

Now it had been completely transformed into the style of ancient Shenzhou.

The young man in black with the tasseled earrings bowed and invited the Yuanchen inside, constantly offering wine with a flattering smile. He adopted an extremely low posture and even sent beautiful women to serve the Yuanchen, which quickly made him quite enjoy himself.

He told him his goal without any concern:

"I am here to find an ancient seal."

"If you can find it, hahaha, I will reward you!"

Two soft and boneless beauties snuggled into the Yuanchen god's arms.

Their black hair was soft, with the fragrance of orchids.

Playfully sweeping across the Yuanchen god's cheeks and chest.

These were famous flowers of ancient times.

Their qi was like orchids, never changing; their hearts like orchids, never wavering.

At this moment, they were inexplicably stirring and tickling people's hearts.

The Yuanchen gave the young man a look.

The latter drank a mouthful of wine with great understanding and smiled, "Then, today the honored god is tired from his journey, please rest first. As for the seal, this inferior god will find a way to share your worries." Then he respectfully retreated, while the Yuanchen reached out to embrace the two women, letting out a loud laugh.

He drank and made merry to his heart's content, forgetting where he was.

Finally, in a burst of shaking.

The Yuanchen god sank into a sea of orchid fragrance.

There, the waves surged and the currents swirled.

The young man in black closed the door.

Turning around, he retreated step by step.

His face still held a smile.

A man transformed from a fierce beast glanced at the house and walked far away before saying, "Lord Mountain God, what should we do?" The handsome young man, or rather, the Mountain God, pondered and said calmly, "Claiming to be Yuanchen, a true lord from the upper realm, appearing in the East Sea, looking for an ancient seal."

"He's here for the water god Gonggong."

A fat man with big ears glanced in the direction of the guest room, sighing,

"I really envy him!"

The Mountain God remained noncommittal.

A delicate scholar-like young man next to him suddenly said:

"Are you envious that the Yuanchen can taste two orchid demons?"

"Or are you envious that the orchid demons can have a night of pleasure with a god, and obtain a strand of true god's yuan yang (primordial yang energy)? Do you want to take his place?"

Faced with such a question.

The fat man, weighing at least three hundred pounds, hesitated.

Finally, he sincerely sighed, "I envy both."

The delicate young man's hand trembled slightly: "Huh?!"

The burly man said solemnly:

"You and I have cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years, seeking nothing but longevity and freedom."

"For this pursuit of the Dao, even in the face of ten thousand deaths, we should have no regrets and give our all to overcome it. We cultivators, why fear death? Even death is not to be feared, let alone our rear garden?!"

"If I can obtain a strand of true god's yuan yang, not to mention making my little brother suffer a little grievance."

"Even selling my ass would be fine."

"Brother Huang, don't you think so?"

"In your eyes, can mere dignity really compare to the Great Dao?!"

"Is dignity more important than becoming an immortal?!"

"Ah?!"

The fat man with big ears asked loudly, though his reasoning was weak.

The young man in yellow was stunned.

The Great Dao is of course important!

But are you willing to become a gigolo for your Great Dao?

That's hard to answer.

Does that mean the saying that the Great Dao is difficult, the road is long and arduous, is just bullshit?

Saying you are willing to give everything for the Great Dao, but you are not even willing to give your ass?!

Ah?!

After all, the Great Dao is ethereal, and life and death are distant.

But being a gigolo might just require dialing a phone number.

And a master will deliver Peking duck to your door.

"You, you, you, nonsense, gibberish!"

The delicate young man thought about it and was shocked to the point of his hair standing on end. He instantly flashed hundreds of meters away.

Looking at the big man with a face full of disgust.

The Mountain God frowned. The two great demons who had once left a mark in the history of Shenzhou were no longer speaking. One of them was a pig-dragon, the original version of the dragon king temple being washed away in Dali, Yunnan. It was eight feet tall, about three zhang (ten meters) long, with a pig's head and a dragon's body, covered in armor like a pangolin.

The head armor was like a turtle shell, the tail was four feet long like a fish tail, with sharp claws like hooks, and golden eyes like bull's eyes.

The one who injured it with an arrow was Duan Heyu, the king of Dali.

The other was a genius from the Huang family of Guandong's (Manchuria) shamanic traditions, not seen for a thousand years.

He should have been the contemporary patriarch.

But he was defeated by Liu Bowen (Ming Dynasty strategist) and had no choice but to flee.

It is said that the young man couldn't understand why Liu Bowen, who was half-dead, still sneaked all the way from Jiangnan to Guandong, almost killing with bloodshot eyes. He used forbidden techniques like the Taiping Essentials to sever the dragon veins without regard for anything.

Where had the young man ever seen such a scene?

An old man coughed up blood as if he were about to die in the next second, while raising his hand and smashing down a super-standard great divine power.

Without saying a word, he almost killed the old man.

Even if he escaped, he was stripped of three hundred years of cultivation.

He was so scared that he didn't dare to go home for hundreds of years.

The pig-dragon asked, "Since it's said to be from the upper realm, could it be the Heavenly Court?"

The Mountain God was noncommittal, "Heavenly Court? This is just an arrangement made by Zhang Daoling (founder of Taoism) in later generations. Where in the world is there a Heavenly Court? However, I roughly know this person's background..." He himself was a great demon from the end of the Western Han Dynasty, or even gained the Dao at the end of the Qin Dynasty. He was on good terms with Wang Mang and Liu Xiu, so he had vision.

"I'm afraid it's Kunlun, or the legendary Great Wilderness."

"He came here, speaking vaguely, and there was no respect for Gonggong in his tone."

"I'm afraid it's not out of good intentions, but with a heart of exploitation."

"Since they want to use Gonggong as a knife, who will this knife point to? I'm afraid, only Shenzhou..."

The pig-dragon's eyes rolled, and he chuckled, "Isn't this a great thing?"

"This god wants to break the seal and let Gonggong fight with the human race, so let's just stand by and watch."

"It's great to watch them fight like dogs!"

The delicate young man was about to speak, but felt the temperature suddenly drop.

The young man in black said calmly, "We have to stop him."

The pig-dragon was dumbfounded, "Why?!"

The Mountain God said coldly, "This is the Great Wilderness, an external enemy. What they want to move is not just the human race, but the entire Shenzhou. Shenzhou is the Shenzhou of humans, but it is also the homeland of us demons. How the human race and the demon race live and die in Shenzhou is our business. Demons eat people, people kill demons, no regrets."

"But the only thing is, the affairs of Shenzhou must not be interfered with by outsiders!"

"This is the bottom line."

"Even if you and I die in battle, we will never allow this death line to be crossed."

"I know you habitually regard everything as a bargaining chip, but remember, no matter what the situation, you cannot use Shenzhou as a bargaining chip, never!" The Mountain God's pupils were deep, like amber, as if reflecting everything in front of him.

The pig-dragon shivered, thinking that the Mountain God was going to slap him hard.

But the young man just reached out playfully and twisted the pig-dragon's ear, then whispered:

"If Shenzhou is safe, we can still be wanderers."

"There will always be a day to return home."

"But if Shenzhou is gone."

"The homeland is gone, what are we then?"

"No matter who it is, I am happy to see them attack the human race, but I will never agree to anything that harms Shenzhou."

The pig-dragon was silent, murmuring, "I miss the bamboo rice of Dali..."

The delicate young man said, "I miss pig-killing vegetables."

The pig-dragon was annoyed, "Do you have to argue with me?!"

The handsome young man in black said quietly, "I will take you back to Shenzhou."

"This time, we cannot allow the Great Wilderness to succeed. Since it is exploitation, it is impossible to allow the water god Gonggong to have too much energy left after defeating the human race. They must have means to deal with Gonggong, but this Yuanchen, as strong as he is, is still far from being Gonggong's opponent."

"Shenzhou must have a powerful existence strong enough to deal with Gonggong."

"At least a god who can deal with the sealed Gonggong."

"Something big has happened in Shenzhou, we need to figure out these things..."

The pig-dragon and the young man were stunned.

The young man in black whispered, "Aqing."

"Miss Qing?!"

The pig-dragon's eyes lit up, and he turned his head sharply, seeing a heroic woman in the corridor. It was the Green Snake from the Legend of the White Snake, who had over a thousand years of cultivation now, having arrived from across the sea in the year of the Ming Dynasty's Jiajing's death.

But although she was said to be the Green Snake.

There was something strange about it.

The Green Snake did not wear green clothes, but only wore a wide white dress, with only a green rope tied around her waist, outlining a slender waist that could be grasped. Her face was heroic and beautiful, her eyes were large and bright. She was suitable for short hair, but she kept her long hair and tied it up with a wooden hairpin.

That wooden hairpin was quite old.

The young man surnamed Huang could tell at a glance that this was the style from when he was still in Shenzhou.

That was a Taoist hairpin from the Ming Dynasty.

He wondered whose it was... that the Green Snake had kept until now.

The young man couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

The Mountain God whispered, "I'll leave it to you."

"The White Snake seems to have awakened as well. You can also go and see your sister."

"You should be able to find her."

"Don't worry."

The heroic woman nodded, holding a sword in her arms, her skirt swaying slightly. She stepped into the void and flew out, unrestrained and handsome. She was about to leave, but the young man in black held her shoulder. The girl turned her head, her eyes blank and puzzled, "Hmm?"

The Mountain God said, "What are you planning to do?"

Aqing said matter-of-factly, "What to do? Of course, fly back."

The Mountain God: "…………"

The pig-dragon couldn't help but grin.

The young man in yellow also smiled and shook his head.

Aqing frowned, her eyes seeming quite unhappy, with the air of "If you keep nagging, believe it or not, I'll poke seventeen or eight holes in you!" If that Taoist priest were still here, he would definitely tap her forehead and scold her.

The Mountain God sighed and silently handed over a plane ticket:

"I've bought the plane ticket."

"The flight is at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, take the plane."

"Direct to the capital."

"After getting off the plane, you can also eat a copper hot pot."

"Well, maybe you prefer the primitive way, flying over yourself?"

Aqing: "…………"

Without changing her expression, she took the plane ticket and stuffed it into her arms.

Taking a big step, she stomped away.

ps: Today's second update... 3,700 words, a buffer chapter, maintaining the schedule 1/15.

The old street is getting more and more lively (sarcastic).

Thanks to the alliance leader Wu Yizhi Jian, thank you~