Chapter 256: Esteemed Immortal Needs You
Upon hearing my words, the old bastard instantly flew into a rage.
His eyeballs bulged like those of a foolish ox, his flushed face growing even more hideous;
“You impudent brat, how dare you be so unrestrained!”
Following this roar, he violently swung his thick, tree-trunk-like arms, creating a sharp gust of wind as he lunged directly at me! He looked utterly foolish, as if he were going to devour me alive.
Ten minutes later.
“Little Tiger, Little Two! Pack these up for me, I’m heading to the East Sea.”
“Okay, shopkeeper.”
Little Tiger and Little Two skillfully bundled up these people and packed them into a large sack with a storage space.
I had Little Tiger and Little Two help Jin Buque and the others bandage their wounds, leaving them to rest at the tavern for the time being.
I carried the large sack myself, stood at the tavern’s doorway, whistled, and shouted, “Golden Cloud~!”
“WHOOSH~!”
A dark, unsightly cloud rapidly descended from the sky and stopped at my feet.
Looking at the cloud at my feet, I chuckled foolishly.
Actually, this cloud was originally golden. It’s been with me for so long that it’s learned to hide its strength like I do, and it loves to play the pig to eat the tiger.
So it constantly makes itself look messy to conceal its golden brilliance, just to make those conceited clouds lower their guard or even show contempt when they meet. Then, when the foolish clouds relax their vigilance, it suddenly attacks and kicks them unconscious to be packed up. Afterwards, when I go to the East Sea to feed the dragons, it goes with me to show off its achievements.
Cough cough cough.
This tendency to show off was entirely learned from me, hahahahaha. It truly is a case of learning from one’s company.
Riding the Golden Cloud, I leisurely arrived at the East Sea. Jin Buque and I stood on the surface of the sea and shouted, “Old Dragon King, Old Dragon King, are you home? Come out quickly.”
Before long, an old man with a dragon’s head and a human body slowly emerged from the sea.
The old man cupped his hands; “Long time no see, Esteemed Immortal. May I ask the reason for your visit today?”
I waved my hand; “No need for formalities. Go, call your third son out, I’ve brought him some delicious food.”
Upon hearing this, the old man trembled all over; “This?”
“What ‘this’ is there? Hurry and call your third son out, I’ve brought him some delicious food,” I urged.
Hearing my words, the old man’s once majestic dragon face suddenly seemed to lose control, and large beads of sweat appeared without warning. These sweat beads, like a bursting flood, quickly gathered into streams and flowed down his time-worn, deeply wrinkled cheeks. In the blink of an eye, the sweat had completely soaked his collar and showed signs of spreading further.
Seeing this, I couldn’t help but frown slightly and asked impolitely, “What do you mean, old man? Are my words not effective?”
My direct questioning startled the old man again, and his body trembled involuntarily. He seemed to be trying his best to conceal his inner panic, but he couldn’t regain his composure. After a long while, he finally calmed down a bit and quickly explained with a smile:
“Esteemed Immortal, please calm your anger, Esteemed Immortal, please calm your anger. You may not know, but ever since you last fed, that, well, that is, after sending food to my third son, the child has had diarrhea ever since, and it’s uncontrollable. We’ve found many doctors but haven’t discovered the reason. This… to be honest, the entire East Sea is now filled with my third son’s feces, which are incredibly smelly. He defecates wherever he goes. A few years ago, a group of fools kept dumping trash into our sea, severely polluting the seawater. Coupled with the potency of my third son’s excrement, this, this has caused the fish and shrimp in the sea to undergo species-destroying mutations. Some crabs have developed eight heads and one leg and constantly clamor for sashimi. Other octopuses, which were originally multi-legged soft-bodied creatures, have now degenerated their legs completely and can only move by opening their mouths and spraying ink from their hard heads.
“See.”
Saying this, the old man pointed into the distance; “Esteemed Immortal, do you see that whale-like creature in the distance? That is actually my third concubine. She was originally a dragon, but now she has become like this. The fish head you see is actually my third concubine’s butt. What’s being sprayed from there isn’t water being spouted from a blowhole like a whale; it’s my third concubine’s urine… I…”
Hearing this, I was confused; “That’s impossible. We’re talking about this definitely having nothing to do with me, right? While the things I fed your third son weren’t exactly good stuff, they shouldn’t have caused him diarrhea, right? It must be those fools dumping trash. Yes, that’s definitely it.”
I put on a serious demeanor, resting my chin on my hand, and analyzed for the old man:
“Furthermore, even if the things I fed your third son weren’t proper items, they shouldn’t have affected other species to mutate, right? At most, it would be a difference in energy frequency, with a bit of negative energy, but not that much. Hmm, it’s definitely not my fault.”
The Golden Cloud beside me mimicked my posture, extending a small golden hand, and squawking incessantly.
Its meaning seemed to be: “Impossible, absolutely impossible. What my boss fed the third son, although not exactly good people, were at least creatures with some cultivation. I’m not saying they had any nourishing effects on your third son, but they certainly wouldn’t cause such a significant impact. Could it be that the things I fed…”
At this point, the Golden Cloud paused guiltily and didn’t continue.
The old man, looking embarrassed, continued to me; “Esteemed Immortal, you may not know, but at first, I also thought it was caused by the pollution from that trash. However, after being polluted by that trash, many marine creatures did undergo some changes, but not this quickly. Recently, after the third son started defecating, the, the changes have been too drastic. My third concubine began to change after being polluted by that trash, but for her to become this way now, it seems, it seems to have something to do with the third son’s excrement.”
“Impossible, the things I fed the third son absolutely would not result in this situation. Call your third son out here, and I’ll ask him. I mean, he might get an upset stomach, but it wouldn’t cause pollution to this extent?”
Seeing that I was determined not to back down until I questioned the third son, the old man helplessly called out into the water a few times; “Third Son, Little Third Son, come up here for a moment, the Esteemed Immortal needs you.”
