A master of comedy!

"Alright, then please, Bodhisattva, calculate my fate."

The Black-Clad Dragon King looked at Zhou Sheng, and even though he suspected that the other party was really the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and even had a sharp, scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Each word is like a knife, and there is also a kind of madness that dares to play chess with a Bodhisattva and risk his life to be the first.

Zhou Sheng's heart tightened slightly as he gained a deeper understanding of this black-clad dragon king; he was an incredibly audacious person.

Even beneath his cold exterior lies the heart of a madman.

"Then let's consider it... your fate."

Zhou Sheng made a finger gesture, and his eyes shone with a dark light, instantly becoming as vast and profound as the starry sky. His aura also changed abruptly, as if he had become a different person.

Like the earth, steadfast and unmoving; like a secret, profound meditation.

He has always been a professional actor.

Starlight flows from fingertips, seemingly influencing the karma of all beings and the mysteries of the three realms.

A moment later, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen something interesting.

"Your life... is quite interesting."

"How can it be fun?"

"The fun lies in that word."

Zhou Sheng looked at him and reached out to write the character "dragon" on the ground.

The Black-Clad Dragon King stared at the words in silence for a long time before continuing, "Please, Bodhisattva, explain in more detail."

His voice sounded somewhat stiff, less composed, and a little impolite.

But Zhou Sheng didn't care at all, and said indifferently, "You have been searching for a dragon, looking for a real dragon, but unfortunately, it is destined to be in vain."

A sneer appeared in the eyes of the black-clad Dragon King, who said, "Zhou Sheng, your acting was excellent, but unfortunately, you gave yourself away when you opened your mouth. Dragon?"

He shook his head and said dismissively, "It's nothing surprising to me."

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Zhou Sheng smiled and continued, "Ordinary dragons are nothing to you, after all, you are from the dragon-raising lineage of the Yin Bai family. Earth dragons, flying dragons, flood dragons, and even true dragons that have survived the heavenly tribulation are not surprising to you."

"But what if it's... the Changbai Mountain dragon vein that Liu Bowen risked his life to sever back then?"

Upon hearing the words "raising dragons," the Black-Clad Dragon King's expression became solemn. When the name Liu Bowen appeared, his face showed not only solemnity but also an undisguised apprehension.

The mockery he had deliberately displayed earlier vanished, and he looked at Zhou Sheng with a dark expression.

“I’m starting to believe that you are Him.”

He was an expert in raising dragons, but he never revealed it to the world. It was his most secret technique, and even the cult leader didn't know about it.

"The art of raising dragons originated in the Xia Dynasty, flourished in the Shang Dynasty, and was hidden in the Zhou Dynasty. In ancient times, it was also called the Dragon Tamer. However, people only know that you are good at controlling tangible dragons, but they do not know that your true core heritage is controlling intangible dragons."

"The founding emperors of every dynasty all bear the shadow of your lineage. The search for the dragon is for the true dragon emperor who can end the chaos."

Zhou Sheng's explanation was so clear and certain that even the Black-Clad Dragon King began to wonder if there were other descendants in his lineage.

"When it was passed down to your generation, you could no longer practice the most core methods because... the path was blocked, blocked by Liu Bowen in Changbai Mountain."

After the dragon was slain at Changbai Mountain, the dragon vein transformed into nine sons, which scattered throughout the world.

From this day forward, no more founding dragons will be born in the world, and the Great Xuan is destined to last for thousands of generations and cannot be overthrown.

The path of raising dragons was thus cut off.

"The Bodhisattva's mantra is absolutely true. My dragon-raising lineage has two parts of the true scripture. The upper part cultivates tangible dragons, intercepting their essence for cultivation; the lower part controls intangible dragons, intercepting the dynasty's fortune, and ascending to immortality." "Unfortunately, the old man severed the path to heaven with a single stroke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred.

They got something out of him!

The other party now believed he was the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, so he no longer concealed his identity when speaking, which played right into Zhou Sheng's plan.

Actually, he didn't know much.

Because anything involving this black-clad dragon king has far-reaching implications, involves numerous causes and effects, and consumes an astronomical amount of energy.

For example, the information he just calculated about the lineage of dragon raising, though not much, consumed almost a third of the energy he obtained from slaying the dragon!

That guy is a bottomless pit.

Despite the dazzling light and abundant energy of Luo Shu now, Zhou Sheng felt that even if he were to expend all his energy, he probably still wouldn't be able to figure out the black-robed monk's true nature.

Energy was too precious to him, so Zhou Sheng chose to use acting to extract information.

He has now extracted a crucial piece of information: the old man whom the other party was so wary of was none other than the Imperial Tutor Liu Bowen.

It sounds like the two have an unusual relationship.

"I still can't understand why the old man not only gave up the opportunity to seize the dynasty's fortune and become an immortal, but also insisted on cutting off the path of his descendants as a dragon breeder. If that's the case, why did he take me as his disciple?"

A glint of madness flashed in the black-clad dragon king's eyes. He licked his lips, as if beginning to peel away the veneer of Zen.

"Fortunately, this is not a dead end. The old man left a slight opening. The dragon has nine sons, scattered in all directions. As long as we gather all nine sons, we can start a new dynasty and rebuild our path!"

"Unfortunately, despite my years of searching, the clues I have found are still incomplete. I finally found Mount Lu, only to discover that Zhang Sanfeng was hiding there, and I lost a game of chess with him."

Hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart was stirred once again.

It turns out that this black-clad dragon king was the player in the Lushan Immortal Chess game. No wonder the black pieces moved so fiercely, like a chaotic demonic dragon, with every move a deadly attack.

His desire to win was extremely strong.

At the same time, Zhou Sheng became even more careful, making sure not to reveal any flaws.

Zhang Sanfeng was a grandmaster who had survived eight heavenly tribulations. The black-clad dragon king was able to fight against him for a long time. Even though he lost, he was still a rare great cultivator in this world.

I just don't know how many tribulations they survived.

"As for the Yazi Dragon Vein, I found it on Li Zicheng long ago, but I was not sure if he was the true Son of Heaven, so I planned to continue to observe. Unfortunately, I was delayed by other matters. Unexpectedly, Li Zicheng's army suffered a crushing defeat, and Yazi disappeared in the end."

Zhou Sheng never expected that the two dragon veins on his body were actually related to this black-clad dragon king.

"The Nine Dragon Veins can only be obtained by those with great fortune. This humble monk does not have such amazing opportunities as the Bodhisattva, so naturally my efforts will be much less effective. However... this humble monk suddenly had a thought and wondered why we should even bother looking for them?"

As he said this, the madness in his eyes intensified, and lightning flashed from his cold eyes.

"Instead of searching in vain, why not... just make it yourself!"

Zhou Sheng was startled.

"By combining the art of raising dragons with the ancient evil spirits, and exhausting the fortune of a dragon, we might be able to cultivate a new dragon vein to replace the nine sons and usher in a new dynasty!"

"Unfortunately, this method still has some problems. That white dragon is truly incompetent. I named it Bai Qi in the hope that it could transform into a dragon by walking on water, so that one general's success would be built on the bones of ten thousand. But it still retains a laughable trace of kindness and is unwilling to harm the people on both banks..."

As he spoke, the black-clad dragon king suddenly stopped, the madness in his eyes melting away like ice and snow, and he quietly gazed at Zhou Sheng.

Why is the Bodhisattva silent now?

"Could it be that you're afraid of saying too much... and making a mistake?" (End of Chapter)