Chapter 112: Chapter 79: Red Moon_l


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    Time marches on, years pass like an arrow, and a hundred years have quicklye and gone.


    The ckwater River remains the ckwater River, yet much has changed. “Lord Dragon King’s procession is setting off!”


    Gongs and drums thunder, firecrackers burst in unison as myriadmon folks gather at the bank of the ckwater River to stroll through the temple fair and worship the Dragon King.


    Eight burly men lift a stone statue of the Dragon King, parading it through the streets.


    Moreover, numerous farmerse to the fish farm, pouring down sacks of fish food.


    Within the waters of the river, a multitude of fish scramble for the food, including some gigantic creatures and even Spirit Monsters.


    But the people are ustomed to these sights, minding only their task of pouring down the fish food, with children watching alongside, pointing and eximing, theirughter unending.


    “I wonder if Lord Dragon King will make an appearance tonight?”


    “Isn’t that obvious? He definitely will. Today’s the second day of the second lunar month, ‘Dragon Rising Day,’ a grand day for the Lord Dragon King. How could he not join in the festivities with the people?”


    “All thanks to Lord Dragon King’s blessings, there are no longer any water monsters eating people in the ckwater River, and our surroundings enjoy favorable weather for crops!”


    “It is said that the temple hosts of the Dragon King’s temple are all disciples of Lord Dragon King. Lord Dragon King has passed down numerous farming techniques, blessing us with favorable weather and greatly increased grain yields, yielding bountiful harvests year after year.”


    “Look at those men, carrying a statue of the Dragon King weighing tens of thousands of pounds on their shoulders like it’s as light as cotton – no effort at all. Indeed, they all have learned Immortal Laws from Lord Dragon King, and will be Immortals in the future.”


    The crowd is abuzz with heated discussions.


    Meanwhile, within the ckwater River.


    The water grows deeper, the Spiritual Energy thicker.


    Each waterway is closely guarded, with shrimp soldiers and eel dragon patrols moving back and forth.


    At a closer look, beneath theyers of dark water, lies a ck Crystal Dragon Pce, the Divine Mansion of the ck Water Dragon Monarch.


    Each of the four gates of the Divine Mansion is guarded by the Water Army of four departments.


    At the southern gate, there stands a general with a Jiao’s head and human body, d in chainmail of locked gold, wielding a trident entwined with electric light, exuding an imposing presence—it’s the Electro Department’s great general, Eel Dragon Jiao!


    At the northern gate, a general with bulging eyes and a corpulent body, bncing on a single leg, his body gleaming with golden luster, wearing only arge red cape draped behind him, fights bare-handed and looks fiercely powerful—it’s the Dou Department’s great general, Golden Toad King!


    At the eastern gate, another general with a Jiao’s head, hissing and spitting out a long letter, appears to be transformed from snake skin, with a Xuan Water magic sword hanging at the waist, entrancingly seductive and captivating—it’s the Dragon Department’s great general, the warrior woman Bai Jiaojiao!


    At the western gate, a general with ck skin and a white belly, extremely corpulent, wielding a pair of eight-sided golden mallets, possessing the strength to crush waves and shatter mountains—it’s the Mysterious Department’s Big Belly General!


    Beyond the gates, within the water mansion, m Spirits act as attendants—radiant and enchanting—while the Turtle Minister is a chancellor, the epitome ofposure.


    “Quick, quick, quick, you maidens, howe you are slower than this old fellow?”


    An elder with a turtle shell and cor urges on a group of m Spirit attendants, “Hasten with these dishes and drinks; do not dy the Dragon Monarch’s enjoyment of his wine.”


    “Yes!”


    The attendants reply in chorus, tittering as they carry the food and drinks into the hall.


    Within the vast main hall, a Green Jiao with a nine Zhang long body reclines on the Dragon Throne in an almost humanlike pose.


    Numerous attendants flit through the hall, pouring spiritual wine intorge bathtub-sized goblets, and there are also grains of Spirit Rice the size of fruits, as well as roasted beef and mutton…


    Indeed, roasted, for fire can be kindled within this water mansion to cook food to perfection.


    “Dragon Monarch, please enjoy!”


    “Hmm-!”


    Xu Yang stretches out a short w, lifts a goblet, and drinks it all in one gulp, then tosses a few roasted and cooked beef and mutton into his mouth, chewing and swallowing contentedly before lying back on the Dragon Throne.


    As mentioned before, Green Fish are naturallyzy, preferring stillness over action.


    Instinct has a profound influence and has made Xu Yang increasingly indolent and fond of pleasures, requiring periods of “wine pools and meat forests” every so often.


    Whenpared to his constantly arduous, diligent cultivation, it’s an extravagantlyfortable existence.


    For this, Xu Yang finds no solution; such are the instincts of the body, which he cannot fully resist. It’s good enough not to be swayed by the “naturally lecherous dragon nature”. If one doesn’t loosen up to the “inherently salty fish nature”, this body might well go mad with restraint.


    Naturally, instincts are just that, with only some influence, but not enough topletely dictate actions.


    In these past hundred years, Xu Yang nevertheless aplished many things.


    Like…


    “How are things at the Spirit Medicine Garden?”


    Having drunk another cup of Spiritual Wine and feeling slightly intoxicated, Xu Yang casts his gaze downward and asks the attendant beside him.


    Not daring to dy, the woman promptly responds, “Reporting back to Master, under the nourishment of Spiritual Energy, there will be three batches of Spiritual Medicine ripening this month. Master, would you like to harvest them personally, or shall your disciples do it in your stead?”


    Lounging on the Dragon Throne, Xu Yangzily waves a paw, ‘You go.”


    ‘Yes!”


    The woman nods, taking care to remember.


    She is Xu Yang’s foremost disciple, one of the few from the Human n in the water mansion.


    Over sixty years ago, a group of people suddenly arrived at the banks of the ckvvater River, chanting something about sacrificing to the Dragon King, then they threw her and several boys and girls into the river.


    And then… Xu Yang had a group of disciples and began to make contact with the humans of this world, formally extending his influence beyond the ckwater River.


    He has no ns to fight for supremacy in the world again.


    In this world full of Immortal Gods, although the great deities are mostly slumbering now, Xu Yang still dares not to be too ostentatious, content to be an idle fish in the ckwater River.


    Extending his influence outwards is only to probe for information and gather Spiritual Medicine; nothing more.


    Aside from recruiting and instructing these Human n disciples, Xu Yang did not neglect his own strength and the development of the Aquatic n.


    In a hundred years, he has reflected upon himself, achieved insights, created the Fish -Dragon Transformation “Transformation Realm” Cultivation Technique, and with the aid of the ckwater Divine Seal, seeded in cultivation. He is now a Great Transformation Demon,parable to a Golden Core, with a Dragon Ball fully formed..