Chapter 68: Incarnation Outside the Body

Dongting Longjun said with a fawning smile.

"Mother, do not get angry. My son is naturally not afraid of the Dong Hai Dragon Palace. After all, my uncle is the West Sea Dragon King. Even if the Dong Hai Dragon Palace is displeased, they must still show my uncle some respect."

However, Longmu tapped her dragon-head cane.

"Do not mention that good-for-nothing younger brother of mine. I get angry just thinking of him. So many years have passed, and he does not even know to come and visit me!"

Dongting Longjun advised.

"Uncle is just busy with official duties. Another day, I shall pay a visit to the West Sea and invite him to come and have a chat with you."

However, Longmu waved her hand.

"No need. I want his sincerity, not his reluctance.

My son, you mentioned that Xianghe Xiaolong died at the hands of Huo Jun. I do not know where his dragon skin has fallen. Later, you should invite the Huangliang Xiancheng God to the manor and ask him about it."

He sighed and said.

"Although the Xianghe dragon clan is now in decline, we are, after all, both descendants of the Dragon God. We share the same dragon bloodline, so we should help when we can."

Dongting Longjun nodded in agreement.

"Mother's words, your son has noted them down.

This Huangliang Xiancheng God slaying Huo Jun can be considered as avenging the blood feud and washing away the past shame for the Xianghe dragon clan.

The Xianghe dragon clan will naturally remember his kindness. For me to casually request the dragon skin so that Xianghe Xiaolong may be laid to rest is merely icing on the cake.

I suspect that the dragon skin should be in Huo Jun's cave dwelling; it is possible it has now fallen into the hands of the City God."

"What? That Huo Jun actually lost to the Huangliang Xiancheng God? This City God is actually so formidable? What is his background?"

As Dongting Longjun and his mother were chatting, they saw a pair of mother and daughter walking over gracefully; they were Ao Fangling and Longjun Furen.

Longjun Furen had clearly heard the conversation between the Dragon King and his mother, and she was very surprised upon hearing this.

Even the third princess, Ao Fangling, wore a look of astonishment.

After his wife sat down, Dongting Longjun stroked his beard and smiled.

"Wife, you do not know, but this youth is deeply favored by Guangwang Shenjun, so his background is naturally extraordinary and his status noble. Just now, the Day-Roaming Divine Envoy came to discuss matters with me. I probed him, but although this Day-Roaming Divine Envoy kept his mouth shut and did not reveal a single word, their caution only further confirms my guess: this youth is definitely no ordinary person!"

Longjun Furen toyed with the colorful glazed cup on the crystal table, glanced at her daughter, and said with a smile.

"No wonder you, my husband, are so concerned about our daughter's marriage; so it was because of this... I thought..."

"Mother..." Seeing the topic shift to herself, Ao Fangling felt very uncomfortable.

"Alright, alright!" The old lady beside them smoothed things over, and she beckoned to a carp-woman nearby and said.

"Jinli, go to the West Sea and pass a message for me. Just tell my good-for-nothing brother that I want to know the background and origins of this Huangliang Xiancheng God. If his background is clean, then this marriage..."

"Grandmother..." Seeing the topic turn to her again, the third princess, Ao Fangling, said firmly.

"My marriage shall be decided by me. You all do not need to worry about me."

Dongting Longjun heard this and said dotingly.

"Fine, fine, fine. Let us not discuss this matter for now. Let us talk about the drought in Tushan Xian. Isn't Ling'er very concerned about it? I have good news here!"

Ao Fangling's spirit lifted upon hearing this.

"Father? What good news?"

The five-hundred-mile Dingze was lush with water plants and dotted with islands. As it was late autumn, the tall water grasses and vast reed marshes were gradually losing their green color due to the cooling weather, turning into patches of withered yellow.

The vast expanse of water appeared empty. Occasionally, a few egrets would dart out from the tall grass, flapping their wings with a 'flutter' as they flew into the sky.

Suddenly, a small fishing boat appeared in the center of Dingze. Three people stood on the boat. The leader was a middle-aged man in a green robe, his face like a full moon, his eyes like a Cold Pool, wearing a golden hairband, his long beard reaching his chest, and a jade pendant hanging at his waist. Standing on his left was a man dressed as a scholar holding a feather fan, and on his right was an old man with a long sword at his waist.

The scholar smiled, while the old man had a cold face.

The man rowing the boat for them was a hunchback with a straw hat, and the green scale patterns on his face were clearly visible; he was clearly not human.

The scholar on the left gently waved his feather fan, with a hint of someone pointing out the landscape, and he said.

"Longjun, this time the higher-ups have invited you to come out of seclusion to take up the position of the Rain-Governing Dragon God of the Tushan area. Although it is a good thing, it is hard to hide the risks involved!"

The middle-aged man heard this and asked.

"What do you mean by that?"

The scholar asked.

"Why was that Xianghe Xiaolong killed? I think you, Longjun, know the reason better than I do!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"That is natural. This Huo Jun was merely a knife in someone's hand. The root cause is that Mountain Lord, right?"

The scholar looked serious.

"Exactly, it is that Baie Hou. But does Longjun know what is behind that Baie Hou..."

At this moment, the sword-carrying old man, who had not spoken until now, suddenly said.

"We have reached the shore!"

However, the middle-aged man's gaze sharpened, and he looked calmly at the sky over the long marsh, saying faintly.

"I do not care how big a background that Baie Hou has. Since I have come out of seclusion, he shall not touch the territory I am responsible for!"

As he spoke, the clouds over the hundred miles suddenly moved, rolling incessantly! It was like ten thousand horses galloping, and the mountains shifting!

Seeing this, the scholar could not help but sigh with a bitter smile, but he did not say anything else. He knew his master's temper well; it was on par with the Lord of Qiantang.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man laughed, as if he had thought of something interesting, and a smile appeared on his face as he said.

"To think that Huo Jun, with his illustrious reputation and such majesty, actually fell at the hands of the Huangliang Xiancheng God. It shows that this City God is not simple. If there is an opportunity, I would like to meet him."

It seemed that even the taciturn sword-carrying old man became interested, and he said faintly.

"If you, Longjun, wish to see him, you might as well take me along. I also wish to see this young man who has made such a startling debut!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily and joked.

"Young? That's not necessarily true. Perhaps they are a thousand years older than you and are simply keeping a low profile. Otherwise, how could they have annihilated Huo Jun the moment they made a move?"

At this moment, the scholar nearby interjected.

He waved his feather fan and chuckled softly.

"As far as I know, the fiends who died at his hands, besides Huo Jun, also include that centipede spirit. Both of these fiends were extraordinary and had an unusual relationship with Baie Hou!"

"Oh?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, a smile playing on his lips as he stroked his beard and said.

"Could it be that he is opposing Baie Hou? He certainly has some guts; this monarch likes it!"

The scholar laughed, seizing the opportunity.

"To receive such high praise from the Dragon Monarch is truly rare. It seems this County City God is about to have a stroke of good luck!"

The middle-aged man and the scholar looked at each other and laughed, their laughter startling the birds on the beach into flight.

The birds flew higher and higher, higher and higher, straight into the clouds.

But no one knew that a thousand miles away, on a mountain peak, a red-haired man who looked extremely similar to Huo Jun was sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine tree, an unfinished chessboard placed before him.

The little bird that had flown from Dingze turned into a ball of flame the moment it landed, falling into the red-haired man's palm and vanishing.

The man suddenly smiled, though his expression was somewhat languid.