Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 115 Chaos

He happened to meet the old Taoist priest from Shuowangmen, who said he would keep an eye out for him, and things have made some progress.

Liang Xun hurried back to his son and daughter-in-law's home.

I've been in the city for three days now, and my wife must be getting impatient waiting at home.

But there were fog spirits on the road, so he dared not proceed. What if his wife grew impatient waiting at home and came to town looking for him?

"I can only pray to the Dragon God—" Liang Xun felt bitter.

Turn the corner, and across the alley is the midwife's house.

As Liang Xun walked out of the street, the sound that rushed towards him surprised him greatly.

"Old man, you're finally back!" Madam Liang was sitting at the door. She saw Liang Xun and exclaimed with delight.

"How did you get here? All the way here—" Liang Xun said in surprise.

It's not appropriate to talk about the fog ghosts on the street directly.

"Brother, you're lucky. You came back and forth in two days, and nothing happened at all." Wan Fuhai came out of the house at this moment.

He wasn't wearing the brocade and silk he had worn when they first met; instead, he was wearing an elegant gray long gown.

The hat he wore was not adorned with pearls.

"Manager Wan, what brings you here?" Upon seeing the merchant, Liang Xun felt even more bitter.

He was worried that he wouldn't be able to return to the village for the time being when his wife came knocking on his door. But Manager Wan simply took his whole family to the city.

The courtyard where his son and daughter-in-law now live is definitely related to him.

"Sigh, I owe them such a huge favor," Liang Xun thought to himself, feeling miserable.

The goodwill shown to him by all these families now stems from their reverence for the Dragon God. Yet, he is unsure whether he is truly worthy of being the Dragon God's messenger.

Liang Xun had never been a divine messenger before; he could only think things through in his mind before doing anything.

Will doing this implicate Lord Dragon God? Will it have a negative impact on Lord Dragon God?

To be honest, he now wishes he had never worshipped that red dragon statue.

The old man earned his living through his strength and skill, a livelihood he'd relied on his entire life. Now, suddenly, he's eating something brought to him by someone else, something that seems like a free gift—

—I feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Brother, you're too kind. My caravan was passing through that village when I heard your wife asking around about you."

"Since it was on the way, I brought it to the city along with everything."

Liang Xun stood frozen in place, and Wan Fuhai saw the meaning that was being conveyed in the flicker of his eyes.

As for a predestined connection with the immortals, you can seek it, but you can't rush it.

He didn't have any expectations for himself; as long as his descendants could benefit from his good fortune, that would be wonderful.

"Brother Liang, five people from the same family living together, sharing meals, lodging, joys, and sorrows—isn't that a good thing?" Wan Fuhai stroked his half-white beard and said with feeling.

"Yes, yes, Manager Wan is right." Liang Xun had no choice but to nod.

He secretly made a decision: he would never tell his wife, son, or daughter-in-law about the Dragon God's miraculous appearance.

If they are truly good people, the Dragon God will naturally appear to them.

"Manager Wan, you've come from afar, please come in and have some tea first." Having made up his mind, Liang Xun looked up and greeted him warmly.

"Alright, alright, I'll try some of your country green tea today, brother." Wan Fuhai stroked his beard and replied with a smile.

Above the sky.

Lu Changqing watched as Liang Xun welcomed Wan Fuhai into the room and into the main hall.

"This businessman is somewhat opportunistic, but not entirely so," the old swordsman scratched his head. "Is Liang Xun really your divine messenger? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"If living beings can live better by virtue of my name, then let them be, as long as they do not do evil." The red dragon snaked upwards along Lu Changqing's neck until it flew above his head.

The red dragon shut down all its senses, allowing only its thoughts to flow. An extremely fine thread floated up between it and Liang Xun.

And with Liang De as the center, it can detect all movements within a radius of 100 meters.

"Are the believers an extension of my perception?" the red dragon murmured to himself.

The existence of believers does almost no help in improving the Red Dragon's strength, yet they have a slight connection with it.

To put it bluntly, believers are nothing but a useless burden to a mountain and water deity like Chilong, who is recognized by heaven and earth.

"I'm very curious." Lü Changqing then flew into the sky, alongside the Crimson Dragon. "If you're not at Zhongshan, who is leading the troops to attack Yunmengze?"

"Does Zhongshan only have me?" Chi Long didn't answer, but asked instead.

"While it's possible, Zhongshan has already given birth to a legend like you, and you have already risen to prominence—"

"Would you allow other myths to be born and rise, taking away all the fortune and destiny that once belonged to you?" Lu Changqing said, looking meaningfully at the red dragon.

"It doesn't matter." The red-headed dragon didn't even reply, answering extremely casually.

Now, it stands both independently of Zhongshan and alongside it.

The so-called fate of mountains and rivers can no longer affect it. As for an individual's fate—seven parts depend on hard work, and three parts are determined by fate.

The timing of events is already in his grasp; three-tenths of it is predetermined by fate, and his mother has already paved the way for him. The rest is up to him.

"I have indeed witnessed a myth unlike any other. If it were the Yellow Dragon of the Central Continent Dynasty, I'm afraid no other myth would have been born in Yongning Continent."

After expressing his feelings, Lü Changqing asked again, "So who is leading the troops under Zhong Shan?"

The Crimson Dragon did not answer, but turned his head and stared into the eyes of the old sword immortal.

"Is this important to you?"

"It's important, yet not important. It's just a favor from an old friend."

"The one leading the troops is the son of the former Yunmeng Water God, who calls himself Hunxie Qinggua," the Red Dragon replied.

In any case, its reputation as the son of the Yunmeng Water God will definitely spread. It's better to just inform Lü Changqing directly and let them build momentum in advance.

"Understood. The Lü family will not participate in the struggle for the Yunmeng Water God. Furthermore, they will confirm the news in Yunxi Continent that the son of the Yunmeng Water God has returned to seek revenge." Lü Changqing understood the Crimson Dragon's gaze. "However, Yunxi Continent, which has only enjoyed peace for a few years, is about to be engulfed in war again—"

"What beings are eyeing the position of the Water God of Yunmeng?" the Crimson Dragon suddenly asked.

"There are many, just in terms of power. The Star River Sword Palace, the three newly born White, Yellow and Black Dragon Kings of the East Sea Dragon Court—and perhaps the Imperial Dynasty, are all vying for the position of Water God of Yunmeng Marsh." Lu Changqing sighed.

"You members of the Lü family should be looking forward to this war," Chi Long said indifferently.

"Yes, they're very happy. Once the war starts, there will be a large influx of refugees."

"They can not only exploit the mist ghosts to absorb their essence and prolong their lives, but also trade with them in all directions and make huge profits from it."

"The reason they dare to remain neutral and do this is simply because you're still alive," Red Dragon said bluntly.

As the saying goes, "If saints never die, great thieves will never cease."

From the perspective of the current facts, this statement is very accurate.

No one knows how much darkness festers in the shadows beneath the great tree. Only when the tree collapses and the waves recede can the full picture be revealed.

"Yes, yes. Right now in Yunxi Continent, there are too many people who want me dead. And too many people who want me to live."

"Taking advantage of this war and conflict, I'll wipe out this festering family one last time."

As Lü Changqing spoke, the Dragon-Slaying Sword flew out according to his thoughts, circling around his body.

A cold light gleamed.

The sword's edge subtly pointed at the red dragon.