Chapter 147 - 176: Mr. Yun, It’s Fine, That One Is Here
"This is excellent wine! Truly a fine vintage from the Dragon Mansion."
The old man set down his jade cup, a faint smile gracing his aged face.
The handsome youth chuckled and gestured for his beautiful concubine to refill the old man’s cup. "If you like it, Mr. Yun, feel free to take a thousand jars home with you..."
"This one cup is enough. Drink too much, and the wine loses its beauty."
The finely dressed old man shook his head. After speaking, he fell silent for a moment.
Then, with a somewhat complicated expression, he said, "It’s been many years. You’ve changed quite a bit."
The handsome youth sighed. "How could I dare not change? If I hadn’t, I’m afraid Mr. Yun would have drained all the True Blood from my King’s Body again."
"How else would I be qualified to sit here drinking and chatting with Mr. Yun?"
The finely dressed old man didn’t respond. He set down his cup and said calmly, "Did the Dragon King come to the capital this time for that Evil Dragon?"
"Mr. Yun understands me best!"
The handsome youth nodded, a touch of emotion in his voice. "He is my only brother, and a kinsman of pure blood at that."
"Unfortunately, our father spoiled him rotten, allowing him to develop an arrogant, wanton, and lawless nature."
"His fate today is what he deserved. He has no one to blame but himself. But..."
The handsome youth’s tone suddenly shifted, his gaze turning ice-cold.
"My brother has been locked in your prison for thirty whole years! He has suffered endlessly!"
"Even for the gravest of sins, shouldn’t that be enough to atone for them?"
"Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Yun?"
The finely dressed old man’s gaze fell upon the wine sloshing gently in his cup. He spoke faintly, "Back then, the crimes your brother committed were heinous. He slaughtered over a million common people, and countless more were displaced and left homeless in the aftermath."
"Afterward, he joined the Black Lotus Sect, becoming one of its Elders. He deliberately caused plagues, floods, locust swarms, and deluges..."
"Countless more commoners’ lives were lost to his actions."
"Even now, along the coast of the East Sea, much of the fertile farmland remains submerged as marshland!"
The old man’s words paused slightly before he continued in a heavy tone.
"Now, does the Dragon King still think thirty years is a long time?"
"How can the lives of mere mortals compare to those of my Dragon Race?"
The handsome youth’s face contorted into a snarl. His voice boomed like thunder, causing the large room...
...to gradually tremble and shake!
But the finely dressed old man remained completely unmoved. The immense power radiating from the handsome youth seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
"Dragon King, watch your words."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke with indifference. An invisible aura surged from his body, neutralizing the Dragon King’s pressure.
"I was mistaken. So many years have passed, yet your temperament hasn’t changed one bit!"
The finely dressed old man said hauntingly.
Then, he changed the subject.
"According to Great Xia Law, that Evil Dragon should be imprisoned for at least a century, suffering the daily torment of heart-scorching and bone-burning pain, until he is publicly beheaded!"
"But since the Dragon King has come to the capital in person, Great Xia will naturally give you this courtesy."
As soon as he said this, the oppressive atmosphere in the room vanished. The handsome youth asked, "What do you mean?"
The finely dressed old man finally looked up, meeting the handsome youth’s gaze, and spoke calmly, "Letting your brother go back with you is absolutely impossible."
"But this old man can step forward and plead with Emperor Xia to allow you to meet with that Evil Dragon, here within the Xia Imperial City."
The handsome youth was taken aback. His brow furrowed slightly as he considered this for a moment.
"Is Mr. Yun being serious?"
"I’m ninety percent certain."
After a moment of silence, the handsome youth nodded. "Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Yun."
"Someone, attend me!"
The handsome youth called out, and the beautiful concubine beside him responded.
"Bring Mr. Yun some fine wine."
Before the concubine could reply, the finely dressed old man shook his head. "There’s no need."
Then, his figure vanished on the spot.
The beautiful concubine paid it no mind. She poured a cup of fine wine for the handsome youth as before, holding it to his lips with both hands. "Your Majesty," she said with a sweet smile, "do you think we can trust that old man’s words?"
The handsome youth, however, just smiled nonchalantly. "It doesn’t matter whether he can be trusted or not."
"Either way, I came to the capital to take him back with me."
With that, he drained the fine wine from the cup in one gulp.
For him, the real objective had nothing to do with the Black Flood Dragon.
The next moment, the music and dancing resumed.
「In the center of the Imperial City, at the Emperor’s Guard Hall.」
The hall was dimly lit, the lamplight flickering.
Suddenly, a whistling cold wind rushed into the depths of the hall like a wave.
"Well? Did you uncover the details of that Golden Flood Dragon?"
The old monk, Wu Tianming, who was carefully wiping a lamp, paused his movements and spoke in a slow voice.
"His bloodline has reverted to its ancestor, his Cultivation has just stepped into the Daoist Palace, and he does indeed carry that person’s aura."
An ancient voice responded from the depths of the hall.
"No wonder that back then, by the lake in Jiangshui City, the Qitian Demon Lord deliberately held back. He only broke its Dragon Horn and didn’t dare to kill this Golden Flood Dragon."
Wu Tianming’s expression flickered as he spoke thoughtfully.
"It’s no matter! With that senior who has achieved Entering the Saint Realm in the Imperial City, this Golden Flood Dragon can’t stir up any trouble."
"True!"
A moment later, the voice from the depths of the hall faded away, and Wu Tianming resumed wiping the lamp.
Everything returned to normal.
...
’Strange! This Black Flood Dragon was already at the Innate Realm Ninth Layer in Cultivation, and it was an Innate Dragon Species. How could it just drop dead for no reason?’
Su Bai couldn’t figure it out at first.
It was only after he extended his Divine Thoughts into Prison Cell A-17, understood the entire sequence of events, and carefully examined the Evil Dragon’s corpse...
...that he finally understood!
Although the Black Flood Dragon’s death was quite sudden...
...it seemed it wasn’t truly without reason or warning.
Or rather, this Black Flood Dragon should have been dead long ago!
The final conclusion from the Great Xia officials who participated in the autopsy was: death by Heart Power failure, spiritual exhaustion, and the end of its lifespan.
The first part was understandable, but the second half was rather incredible.
Death by the end of its lifespan!
When Su Bai first heard it, he thought the Great Xia official who came to that conclusion was an idiot.
After all, a Black Flood Dragon was a natural-born Dragon species with an extremely long lifespan. Not to mention, this one was in its prime. How could it possibly die of old age?
Later, Su Bai personally inspected the dragon’s corpse and discovered that even its Divine Spirit had dissipated. It truly looked as if it had died of old age.
’Now this is getting interesting.’
’How could a young and robust Dragon species just die of old age for no reason?’
After finishing his work, Su Bai walked along the corridor back to his residence and began to randomly extract a Cultivation Technique from the Black Flood Dragon.
A huge black ball of light sank into Su Bai’s body.
Only after obtaining a portion of the Black Flood Dragon’s memories did the truth come to light.
The Divine Technique obtained from the Black Flood Dragon was not of a low grade.
Seventh Grade! The Divine Technique was named—[Water Control]!
It was similar to the Soaring Demon’s [Soaring Snake Transformation].
Both were a form of perfect control over a certain element of heaven and earth.
The Soaring Demon had light and rainy mist; the Black Flood Dragon had water.
A Divine Technique of this level had basically reached the pinnacle of worldly techniques.
It could be considered on par with top-tier entities like the Fist Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Blade Sect.
A step above that was to enter the Dao and comprehend its principles.
To shatter the sect and become a Saint!
But getting back to the matter of the Black Flood Dragon.
Su Bai felt that the best part of this random lottery was—
...when you drew a Divine Technique, you basically extracted the demon’s entire life memory along with it.
After all, for many Demon Fiends, Divine Techniques were often innate abilities they used from childhood to adulthood, from birth until death.
And the memories of this Black Flood Dragon were rather interesting indeed.