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Chapter 122 Lord Ye's Love of Dragons

Years later, on a large sea bream, facing two strange men, Wang Qin recalled the afternoon her father had found her a true cultivator.

The man was a handsome middle-aged man with a gentle face and spoke slowly and deliberately, like a refined gentleman.

He only stayed at the Wang family's house for two days.

On the first day, he asked her many questions, like a little child, constantly asking "why".

What color is the sky?

"Blue."

Why is the sky blue?

"Because—people see blue."

"What color is the sky in the eyes of a blind person?"

Wang Qin paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "A blind person cannot see the sky, so the sky has no color."

The man nodded, then asked, "So, the sky appears different to ordinary people and blind people. What color is the sky?"

Wang Qin looked puzzled and couldn't answer.

He then asked, "Why are flowers so colorful?"

"Because that's how flowers are naturally." Wang Qin thought the question was too simple.

"What you saw?"

"What I saw."

"What do flowers look like in the eyes of a blind person? Do flowers have color in the eyes of a blind person?"

Wang Qin couldn't answer again.

She suddenly realized that this person wasn't asking her a question, but rather picking a fight.

That's how true cultivators are; they ask all sorts of nonsensical questions, like they're nitpicking.

Then, one "why" after another began to bombard her with questions, driving her crazy.

She was pampered growing up, getting whatever she wanted and doing whatever she wanted. No one ever bothered her with so many "whys".

She started to drift off, became impatient, and began to mutter to herself.

Is this person sick?

The next day, the handsome middle-aged man didn't ask her "why." He told her some short stories.

"The Blind Men and the Elephant," "Marking the Boat to Find the Sword," "Zhuangzi's Dream of a Butterfly," and "The Man from Zheng Buying Shoes."

Each story was short, but after each story he would pause for a while, as if waiting for her to think about something, or as if waiting for her to ask something herself.

But she didn't ask.

She just listened, finishing one and waiting for the next.

The last story is "Lord Ye's Love of Dragons".

After he finished speaking, the handsome middle-aged man sighed.

Lord Ye loved dragons so much that he painted and carved dragons all over his house. When a real dragon heard about this, it came to visit, but Lord Ye was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits.

His gentle eyes looked at Wang Qin: "Your Wang family is one of them."

Having said that, he stood up, straightened his robes, and turned to leave.

There was no farewell, no small talk, no "see you later," he just left on his own, just like when he came.

Wang Qin sat there, looking completely bewildered. Why—did they just leave like that?

She turned to look at her father.

Her father stood at the door, his face bearing an expression she had never seen before—a mixture of disappointment and joy.

"Qin'er," her father said, "not cultivating the true arts is quite good too."

Yes. Not practicing magic is fine too.

She stopped thinking about those "whys," stopped thinking about what color the sky was, what color the flowers were, and what the world of the blind was like.

She followed the Dragon Master in her cultivation, founded a sect, and made mortals kneel and worship the gods, from which magical power would naturally arise.

No need to prove one's path, no need to undergo tribulations, one possesses inherent magical power, making life much more comfortable than those true cultivators!

At that moment, she saw Qi Fei go on stage, and he immediately started telling old stories.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will tell the story of a pirate legend on the high seas. They came from a place called Konoha, where there is a very legendary sect called the Zanpakuto Sect —"

It turned out that Qi Fei and Wu Mengsheng had been drinking to their hearts' content, and seeing that the center of the stage was empty, they couldn't resist going up on stage to tell a story.

His stories were so outlandish, so fantastical, so captivating, that they drew listeners in without them even realizing it.

Especially the pirate companions, each possessing a unique soul-slaying technique, are truly captivating.

Wang Qin'er also had an idea.

True cultivators do have their merits; at least their stories are quite interesting.

Dozens of nautical miles outside the area where the giant loach was sailing, someone or something discovered it.

It was a giant octopus, grayish-brown all over, with several eyes on its tentacles, each as big as a washbasin, rolling around and able to see clearly the scene dozens of miles away.

When it saw the massive, towering sea goby, it was overjoyed. It suddenly retracted its eight tentacles and plunged into the deep sea like a cannonball.

It dived into an underwater cave.

The cave was huge, big enough to fit a small mountain inside. Several sea monsters, large and small, were lurking inside, the most conspicuous of which was a giant bony fish.

The fish was of unknown length, with its head alone accounting for a third of its body. Its enormous mouth was slightly open, revealing its gleaming white teeth, each of which was over ten meters long.

It is an ancient and exotic species, the overlord of the sea, with an incredibly long history, and is the eldest among these sea monsters.

"Brother Feng! Brother Feng!" The octopus emerged from the cave entrance, its eight tentacles scrambling along the cave walls, its voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "We see a boat! We've got food!"

They were originally happy sea monsters in the deep sea, free and unrestrained, eating whatever they wanted and going wherever they wanted.

But it's all the Dragon King's fault for being so domineering, forcibly bringing them out of the deep sea and driving them to this shallow sea.

Where in shallow waters are the resources as plentiful as in deep waters? There are fewer fish, fewer shrimp, and even the seaweed is much thinner than in deep waters.

The sea monsters were starving; they hadn't eaten their fill for days.

Brother Feng, the bony fish, lay there, his body resembling a small mountain.

Its surname was Deng, and its given name was Feng. It was the leader of this group of sea monsters and was known as Brother Feng. Hearing the octopus's words, it didn't even lift its eyelids, its voice booming like muffled thunder from the depths of the earth: "Those ships are all poor bastards. They're not even worth a bite from me."

It once swallowed a hundred manatees in one sitting, demonstrating its enormous appetite.

Several sea monsters nearby chimed in.

A giant lobster, as big as a city wall, waved its two large claws, making a cracking sound, and said, "That's right, that's right, it's not even enough for Brother Feng to eat in one bite. It's a waste of our energy to go."

Another crab, the size of a small town, lay in the shadows of the cave wall, its eight legs curled up, its two eyes peeking out from the cracks in its shell, blinking in agreement.

The octopus panicked, its eight tentacles flailing wildly in the air, its voice rising several octaves: "It's a giant loach! A giant loach!"

"A giant loach?" Upon hearing this, Brother Feng suddenly raised his head.

Those huge, cold eyes suddenly lit up.

Not only did it perk up, but the other sea monsters also perked up!

The giant loach has a draft of 100,000 tons and can hold 10,000 people. The cargo on the ship, plus the stock in the mustard seed warehouse, is of unknown quantity.

For these sea monsters, each of the giant loaches is a mobile granary.

Swallow one ship, enough to feed you for a year.

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