Chapter 117

Heihuang has a square head and big ears, his body is as strong as an ox, his flesh comparable to divine steel; even Ye Fan can't match him, and anyone who fights him ends up covered in bites.

It's fine if you can't beat him; the main issue is that Heihuang holds grudges—if you provoke him, you won't have peace for a while, and if you're not careful he'll suddenly bite you.

"Woof! If it weren't for that thing, I, the emperor, wouldn't bother looking for you."

The big black dog turned his head away, looking disdainful.

Tu Fei knew he couldn't get the better of Heihuang, so he stopped paying attention to him and instead looked at Yang Zhu, scratching his head helplessly.

"My grandfather's whereabouts are uncertain; I can't say exactly where he is, but I can try to take you to look for him."

"Alright."

Tu Fei didn't hesitate, taking out a stone token and infusing a wisp of soul fluctuation into it; soon a bright spot appeared on it.

"Good, it's not too far away."

Each descendant of the great bandits possesses one such token, which can show an approximate location to help them quickly find their grandfather.

After leaving Divine City, under Tu Fei's lead, the group headed southwest all the way.

Several days later, the group arrived at a swamp.

Yunze River is shrouded in water mist year-round, with a spring every ten steps and a lake every hundred; the Azure Flood Dragon King's miniature world lies within it.

Here the vegetation is lush, rare and extraordinary grasses are everywhere, growing beside the swamp, even the dew hanging on the surface glitters crystal clear.

Compared to other places, the spiritual energy here is thick and fresh, blowing over one and making the whole body feel relaxed—an ideal spot for seclusion and closed-door cultivation.

"Are you sure that old immortal of your grandfather is in there?"

The big black dog had been here with Ye Fan and the others before, so he's naturally familiar with the place.

"Hmph! I hope when we see my grandfather later, you can still address him like that."

Snorting coldly, Tu Fei followed the token's guidance and led the way into the misty swamp.

"The terrain here feels off……"

The unscrupulous Daoist, upon arriving, looked left and right as if he'd discovered something, then flew up into the air to survey the area.

"What do you have to say?"

The big black dog knew he was versed in funerary feng shui, so he immediately approached him with a malicious grin.

"Nothing." Who would have thought Duan De glanced at him, his excited expression instantly tightening as he quickly changed his tone.

"You fat bastard, are you planning to sneak off and do something nefarious?"

The keen Heihuang instantly guessed Duan De's thoughts, placing his thick paw on the other's shoulder as his eyes glowed with an eerie green light.

"Tch, what evil could a Daoist possibly do? If we're talking wickedness, who could outdo you, you mangy dog?"

"Woof! I advise you to speak properly, don't tarnish my handsome, majestic image!"

"What image! I'm nowhere near as impressive as the Daoist!"

Watching the two, everyone couldn't help but smile helplessly—indeed they're both top-notch characters.

"Cut it out."

Yang Zhu said a sentence, and the two finally settled down, ceasing their nonsense.

"Could it be that my grandfather went to look for the Azure Flood Dragon King…"

The Azure Flood Dragon King ranks fourth among the Thirteen Great Bandits and has a considerable friendship with Tu Fei's grandfather Tu Tian, so his presence here is no surprise.

At that moment, four men approached from afar, obviously from the demon clan, each exuding demonic aura and possessing considerable strength.

"Tu Fei, how did you come here?"

The leader was a young man in green robes; seeing Tu Fei, he blinked in surprise, obviously an acquaintance.

He then turned his gaze to the rest of the group; aside from Heihuang, he hadn't seen the others before, especially lingering his gaze on Yang Zhu and the Yaochi Holy Maiden.

"Are these your friends?" he asked, noticing the two were quite extraordinary.

"Let me introduce him: this is the Green-robed Little Flood Dragon King, grandson of the Azure Flood Dragon King; the land beneath our feet is their territory."

"You've probably heard of them—this is Yang Zhu; I think no contemporary young prodigy would be unfamiliar with him."

"This fairy is the Yaochi Holy Maiden, and that fat person is Daoist Duan De."

Tu Fei made the introductions; upon hearing Yang Zhu's name, the Green-robed Little Flood Dragon King's eyes lit up noticeably.

"So it's the Saint Body Dao Embryo—I've long admired you."

Faced with the now-famous Yang Zhu, the Green-robed Little Flood Dragon King dared not slight him, offering a respectful salute.

"We've come to seek Senior Tu Tian; I don't know if he's here," Yang Zhu stated directly.

"Uncle Grandfather Tu Tian is discussing some matters with my grandfather; I'll take you there right away."

Having said that, the Green-robed Little Flood Dragon King made a "please" gesture, turned, and led the way from the front.

"You fat bastard, what exactly is different about this place……"

"According to the Daoist's many years of experience……"

Heihuang and Duan De walked at the rear, constantly muttering under their breaths; from their expressions, it didn't look like they were holding back any good farts.

"You go in first; I'll take the two of us elsewhere to get some fresh air."

After finding an excuse, the two slipped away, then sneaked about like thieves toward a wide lake.

"Will those two stir up any trouble?" the Yaochi Holy Maiden asked.

"They probably won't; those two are very crafty."

Yang Zhu couldn't be certain, but one thing is beyond doubt: they must have discovered something.

Duan De is versed in terrain, Heihuang is accomplished in formations; together they'd dare to break into even an emperor's tomb! As for danger, thanks to their shrewdness they can slip away faster than anyone, so there's no need to worry.

"Wait a moment, I'll go inform my grandfather right away."

The Green-robed Little Flood Dragon King led the group into a great hall, then hurriedly withdrew.

"My grandfather obtained the Heaven-Swallowing Jar a hundred years ago; I'm afraid it'll be hard to bring it out for an exchange."

With Tu Tian's cultivation, after over a hundred years of research, he had figured out some ways, even knowing the origin of the Swallowing Heaven Demon Jar.

I'll try my best.

Yang Zhu possessed countless secret treasures and was confident about succeeding in the exchange; unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to act himself.

Half an hour later, the gate was opened, two powerful-aura elders entered, followed by the green-clad little flood dragon king.

Grandfather, Old Flood Dragon King, you've arrived.

Tu Fei was the first to rise and greet them.

The person on the left exuded demonic aura, wore fine blue scales like armor, was sturdy, showed little signs of age, and looked more like a middle-aged man.

The person on the right was much older, not tall, but had extraordinarily deep eyes, bright and spirited, with light, steady steps; his strength should not be underestimated.

Hearing Tu Fei say you wanted to see me, I don't know what business you have.

Tu Tian sized up Yang Zhu from head to toe, nodded slightly, and was somewhat surprised.

Yang Zhu was full of vigor and astonishing talent; without any movement, just standing there casually, he inevitably drew attention.

Sacred Body Dao Fetus... truly powerful.

Beside them, the Green Flood Dragon King clicked his tongue; although they were all mighty beings, they could not see through Yang Zhu and felt a powerful aura emanating from him.

(End of chapter)