Chapter 39

"You say your seventh brother is the Great Sage Saint Qitian, Sun Wukong?"

Su Chen looked at Mo Cang, who was casually pulling on a tiger's skin, and could barely hold back his laughter.

He really hadn't expected that he would randomly encounter a demon king on the sea who would claim Sun Wukong as his seventh brother.

Seeing Su Chen's strange reaction, Mo Cang thought his reputation had suppressed him, and his confidence grew a bit more.

He raised his head and said triumphantly: "What, scared? I tell you, my seventh brother, Sun Wukong, is a lawless character! Not long ago, he just stirred up the East Sea Long Gong and snatched the Dinghai Divine Needle.

Now, the entire Four Seas Dragon Clan has to take a detour when they see him. If you dare to move a single hair on me, once my seventh brother finds out, he will definitely beat you into meat paste!"

He became more triumphant as he spoke, seemingly forgetting his disheveled state of begging for mercy.

However, he waited for a long time, only to find the young Daoist opposite him looking at him with a gaze as if he were looking at a fool.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Cang's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad premonition.

Su Chen really couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

He shook his head, looked at Mo Cang, and said leisurely: "I'm laughing at you—you're about to die, yet you don't even know it."

"What do you mean?" Mo Cang's bad premonition grew stronger.

"You call Sun Wukong your seventh brother; does he know that himself?" Su Chen asked with a smile. "Should I ask him if he agrees when I see him another day?"

"What? You know the Great Sage Saint Qitian?!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Cang's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

But he immediately realized he had let something slip and pointed at Su Chen, stuttering: "You're talking nonsense! My seventh brother is such a character, how could he possibly recognize a fledgling Daoist like you as..."

He didn't believe Su Chen's words at all.

In his view, Sun Wukong was such an unruly character, with divine abilities that shook heaven and earth, not even putting the Four Seas Long Gong in his eyes.

How could he possibly know this unremarkable young Daoist before him?

"I am indeed on my way to Huaguo Mountain's Water Curtain Cave to see Sun Wukong. If you don't believe me, you can come with me," Su Chen said to the seemingly unintelligent Mo Cang. "It just so happens you brothers can catch up on old times."

"Uh... we brothers just met, so I won't go," Mo Cang replied sullenly upon hearing this.

"Since that's the case, you lead me to your cave dwelling to take a look," Su Chen didn't expose him.

"Alright! Daoist, please this way!"

Mo Cang was overjoyed upon hearing this, knowing his life was finally saved.

He hurriedly climbed up from the seawater and respectfully led the way in front, his posture exactly like that of a lackey.

Su Chen followed behind him, forming a water-avoidance seal, unhurriedly.

Mo Cang's cave dwelling was located in a sea trench at the deepest part of this sea area.

Outside the cave dwelling, there was a natural water-vein formation guarding it, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling; it was heavily guarded.

Under Mo Cang's guidance, Su Chen went through without obstruction and soon arrived before the cave dwelling entrance.

Mo Cang's cave dwelling was actually built quite impressively.

A water-avoidance formation covered the entire cave dwelling, separating it from the seawater.

Massive corals served as door pillars, and night-luminescent pearls the size of millstones hung from the cave ceiling, illuminating the entire cave dwelling as bright as day.

Inside the cave dwelling, it was another world.

Pavilions and towers, rockeries and flowing water—everything was there; clearly, a lot of thought had been put into it.

"Daoist, look, this is my small cave dwelling," Mo Cang looked at Su Chen flatteringly.

Su Chen swept his spiritual sense over it, taking in the entire situation of the cave dwelling.

He nodded: "It's not bad."

As he spoke, he walked straight to the throne made of a single piece of thousand-year cold jade in the main seat of the cave dwelling and sat down.

Seeing this, Mo Cang hurriedly followed him, standing to the side with his hands hanging down like a servant.

"Take out all the treasures you've collected over the years and let me see," Su Chen said casually, leaning on the cold jade throne.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Mo Cang didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent and hurriedly poured out all the magic treasures and spiritual materials he had looted over the years from his storage magic treasure in one go.

Before long, a small mountain had piled up in the center of the main hall.

Su Chen's gaze swept over it, discovering that this black dragon's wealth was actually quite substantial.

Although there were no top-tier treasures, there were quite a few magic treasures and immortal-grade spiritual materials.

Especially several pieces of deep-sea mysterious crystals and ten-thousand-year corals, which were excellent materials for refining water-attribute magic treasures.

Su Chen was not polite either; with a casual wave, he collected several materials that caught his eye into his own storage magic treasure.

After finishing all this, Su Chen stood up, looked at Mo Cang, whose face was full of heartache but who didn't dare to show it, and said: "I am indeed on my way to find the Great Sage Saint Qitian. Since you have old ties with him, I won't hold it against you. I will take my leave now."

"Yes! Respectfully send off the Daoist!" Mo Cang hurriedly bowed and performed a salute.

Su Chen nodded, said nothing more, exited Mo Cang's cave dwelling, and headed straight for the sea surface.

Not until Su Chen's aura had completely disappeared from his perception range did Mo Cang dare to straighten his back.

He looked at the pile of treasures in the center of the main hall that had shrunk by nearly half, a trace of bitterness appearing on his face.

"But fortunately, my life was saved," he muttered to himself. "What kind of sacred being is this evil star? Fortunately, I brought out the name of the Seven Great Sages of the Demon Clan to suppress him; otherwise, I'm afraid my life would have been hard to preserve this time."

"No, it seems I must interact more with my distant elder brother, the Niu Mowang Jiao, so that I can save my life if I encounter such things in the future."

It turned out this Mo Cang was a distant cousin of the Niu Mowang Jiao among the Seven Great Sages; in this way, what he said wasn't entirely wrong.

Leaving the Black Wind Sea area, Su Chen headed east, without any more waves.

After flying for another dozen days, he finally crossed the vast West Sea and arrived at the territory of the Southern Continent of Nanzhan.

The moment he stepped onto the land of the Southern Continent of Nanzhan, Su Chen felt an aura completely different from that of the Western Continent of Xiniu.

If the Western Continent of Xiuniu was prosperous in Buddhism and Daoism, full of spiritual energy, and where immortals and demons coexisted.

Then this Southern Continent of Nanzhan was prosperous in human ways, with rolling red dust.

The air was filled with a rich atmosphere of human fireworks, as well as an indescribable "human Daoist fortune."

Under the suppression of this fortune, Su Chen even felt that the circulation of immortal essence in his body was hindered by a faint trace of obstruction.

"The torrent of human way is indeed not to be trifled with. No wonder they say it's hard for immortals and Buddhas to cross the Southern Continent of Nanzhan."

Su Chen sighed secretly in his heart.

He lowered his cloud, concealed his aura, and transformed into an ordinary wandering Daoist, walking on the official road.

He discovered that the mortals of this Southern Continent of Nanzhan were also very different from those of the Western Continent of Xiuniu.

Although they had no cultivation, they were all full of spirit, their eyes carrying a kind of confidence and high spirits.

Even the farmers working in the fields stood with their backs straight.

This was a kind of confidence derived from a prosperous civilization.