Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?! Chapter 702 - 686: Talking About the Immortal (2)

"The only ones left are the Gray Immortal and the Willow Immortal." Huang San was already drunk, muttering, "There’s not much to say about the Gray Immortal.

They’re getting increasingly rare now, and I’ve heard most have retired. They mainly attract wealth and are also good at divination, but you rarely see them brought out to fight.

As for the Willow Immortal..."

Li Tiezhu saw that the Immortal Family hadn’t continued, so he casually asked, "A few years ago, I t that old lady Xu, who worshiped the Willow Immortal, right? Haven’t seen her since, maybe she’s too old to co out anymore."

He shook his head and sighed, "Ancient records say: a wyvern transforms into a flood dragon after 500 years, a flood dragon into a dragon after 1,000 years, a dragon into a horned dragon after 500 years; and in a thousand years, into a celestial dragon. Whether this is true or not, I know those from the Willow family aren’t skilled enough to say for sure, but one must transform into a flood dragon before transforming into a dragon, that’s for sure.

The Immortal Family worshipped by old lady Xu failed to transform into a flood dragon, and their bones probably sank into the rivers. Just last year, oh no, it must have been the year before, the floods in the south caused chaos in many places, and that noise was caused by the Willow Immortal worshipped by old lady Xu."

Finally hearing the part he was most interested in, Jiang Yuan was eager to know the difference between transforming into a flood dragon and a dragon in the real world compared to the Wilderness World. A contracted pet must indeed transform into a flood dragon, so it’s good to gather enough knowledge in advance.

"Third Master, can you elaborate on this part about walking flood dragons?"

The intoxicated Huang San nodded, his head bobbing, "I’ve only heard about it, not guaranteed true. Walking flood dragons ans pressing on one path without turning back, there are small circles and big circles.

They revolve around their birthplace as the center, with small circles needing at least to travel around the province before entering the sea; big circles, about traveling around the whole country before entering the sea.

Walking flood dragons isn’t a small commotion, they must cross major rivers in their true form. You can’t imagine how massive one must be to walk as a flood dragon.

It must be a colossal python! So are so massive, when coiled, they resemble a small mountain. During the process of walking as a flood dragon, they can’t stop; even if it’s a dead end, they must push forward, and they can’t reveal their head, or they’ll be struck by celestial lightning.

With so many conditions, to successfully walk as a flood dragon, there must be a lot of water along the way, flooding narrow river paths inevitably leads to floods.

Actually, those from the Willow family don’t want floods causing disaster, drowning too many places and people brings them celestial punishnt; nor do they want to et people along the way.

As we ntioned earlier about the yellow-skin demanding closure, a person’s words are potent.

If seen while walking the flood dragon path and given good karma by being called a dragon, it could improve their success rate; but being called a snake even if they succeed, ans they’ll be incomplete and still need fixing.

But what can they do?

In the past, there were always remote places, even if flooded it wouldn’t cause much impact. Now, how does that work? You humans reproduce too well, there are people in every nook and cranny, making walking as a flood dragon more difficult.

Then there’s the Dragon-slaying Sword.

Don’t know if you’ve seen them, but under many ancient bridges hang a sword, specifically to deal with flood dragons.

The rivers are torrential when the Willow family passes through, so righteous cultivators hang enchanted Dragon-slaying Swords under the bridges to protect the people on both sides, aning they must detour.

If the Willow family insists on passing under the bridge, they must endure the Dragon-slaying Sword, it’s about whose cultivation is deeper. If they’re less cultivated, they could end up with lacerated skin; severe cases might be slain on the spot.

From the start, you can’t hesitate, can’t stop, can’t turn back when walking as a flood dragon, you’ll be struck by thunder if you reveal your head; being stranded ans celestial fire burning, so burned for three days and nights before dying, how tragic is that?

In Hunan, there was one that failed to walk as a flood dragon and turned into a stone dragon below. Others didn’t even officially start walking, they first research their route, but if discovered or disturbed by humans while moving through mountains and forests, it causes too much commotion leading to natural disasters, either burnt by celestial fire or petrified, all have bad outcos."

Huang San finished in one breath, took several gulps of wine, and sighed, "This is probably what they call the End of Dharma Era, even the mighty must yield to ti.

Look at the current environnt, aside from humans who have potential, where else is there a foundation for cultivation?

The deep forests are gone, the rivers, lakes, and seas are polluted, and it’s a miracle if species don’t go extinct; so in this era, being born human is a blessing not to waste. As for , Third Master, cultivating over a hundred years still hasn’t achieved a human form!"

At this point, the conversation turned heavy, and the room fell into silence.

Era changes aren’t sothing anyone can decide or stop; they manifest from a stage of natural developnt.

Living in the current environnt, it seems like freedom but is nevertheless swept forward by an unstoppable force, with ti’s currents rolling forward, countless lives are subrged in the dust of history, eventually becoming light lines in history books.

Li Tiezhu thought of his own bleak, uncertain, yet seemingly foreseeable future, losing the appetite to snack on the leftover lobster, silently sipping his cup of white water;

Jiang Yuan lanted how difficult it was for animals to cultivate in the real world, compared to the Wilderness World which was much better;

Seeing this, Chuci quickly shifted the topic, asking, "Great Immortal, within these hundred years of cultivation, have you encountered any deeply impressive events, could you share to broaden our horizons?"

"There are too many unforgettable monts, but there’s one that’s the most bizarre!" Huang San, tipsy, squinted his eyes and fell into mory. "Back then, I was young, just starting to gain so cultivation and didn’t understand much.

One early sumr morning, I ca out of the woods and encountered a Wandering Daoist. He wore a sowhat tattered Daoist robe, barefoot, yet he was very clean, his hair tidily combed into a hunyuan knot, with an ordinary appearance that exuded a kind of approachable warmth.

Actually, I was very cautious and timid at that ti, not daring to approach humans recklessly, especially Daoists and monks, fearing being mistaken for a demon and captured.

But that day, for so reason, I saw him and suddenly felt this was an extrely rare opportunity, both of us crossing mountains and rivers from afar, just to et in that remote place. So, I gathered my courage to approach him and humbly seek guidance.

The Wandering Daoist stared at for a long ti, answered none of my questions about cultivation, but instead took out a video ga console!"

The sudden twist left the three imrsed listeners dumbfounded.

The faint sorrow in the air instantly dissipated.

"The Wandering Daoist took out a ga console when you humbly sought guidance? What’s the deal? Did he want you to buy his ga console? Was he staring at you for so long to see if you had money in your pocket?" Li Tiezhu thought, isn’t this just selling goods?

With online strears doing all sorts of antics, who would have thought that decades ago, people were already selling ga consoles to the Yellow Immortal.

Even soone as experienced as Chuci didn’t know what to say to avoid dropping the conversation, the twist was really too sudden.

Only Jiang Yuan didn’t speak, quietly glanced at the system interface, wondering if it was also a ploy to bind him to a system, which most likely was rejected, since if it had been bound to a golden finger, he wouldn’t still be helping others live frugally and defy destiny after decades.

"What goods are you talking about? He’s a Wandering Daoist, not the small strears you love who call everyone ’bro’!" Huang San glared at him and resud his emotional storytelling: "It was a ga console that allowed two players to battle, he invited to play a ga.

With my little claws, how could I possibly win against the nimble hands of humans?

He didn’t allow using magic to cheat, so I lost that ga terribly. After losing, I was unconvinced, so we played gas the whole morning. It wasn’t until noon when I won a ga that I felt satisfied..."

Sitting there with legs crossed, Huang San suddenly paused, as if he instantly sobered up from his drunken stupor.

It was only then that he realized what he had blurted out.

"What happened next?" Li Tiezhu still wanted to know whether he was tricked into buying the ga console, and pressed on: "Did you buy it? For it to make such a deep impression, it must have cost a lot, right?"

Huang San sighed lightly, "This bad habit, just always thinking about money!"

Seeing them all looking at him, he impatiently waved his claw: "Didn’t buy it, I’m not stupid. Played on the ga console for free all morning, why buy it? What’s the ti now? Shouldn’t we head back to rest?"

Chuci glanced at his watch, and with the eating, drinking, and chatting, it was already half-past nine in the evening. Indeed, it wasn’t early, so he stood up to invite them to prepare to leave.

Jiang Yuan felt that Huang San hadn’t finished his story, but since he suddenly paused and didn’t intend to continue, he couldn’t press further, so he stood up, put on his coat, and prepared to leave.

"Young friend, let’s take a stroll together and let them wait at the entrance." Huang San beca invisible, hopped onto his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I drank a bit too much just now, and my mouth had no filter. So things aren’t suitable for them to hear, let’s chat."

He agreed and said to Chuci, "You guys go get the car and wait at the entrance, I’m a bit dizzy from drinking, so I’ll walk around to clear my head."

The other laughed, "Brother, I’ve been drinking, I can’t drive. I’ve called a driver to pick us up. Li and I will head to the parking lot for a smoke, don’t wander off, we’ll et at the entrance later."

Even knowing the other two won’t hear a thing, Huang San still felt it necessary to be cautious.

Only when Jiang Yuan reached a deserted, open space did he lean in and whisper in his ear: "After playing that ga with the Wandering Daoist, he asked : ’If the virtual items in the ga were real, and as the one controlling the pieces, you could win and gain all spoils, but lose and give up your pieces, would you still play?’ "

Virtual items in the ga actually existing?!

His heart skipped a beat, once again linking it to a bound system.

"Would you?" Huang San asked seriously.

Jiang Yuan thought for a mont and replied, "If you don’t gamble, you won’t lose, but if you gamble, there’s a fifty percent chance of losing. I think it depends on your own strength; without a sure chance of winning, it depends on what you would lose if you failed. For instance, if I have ten million, taking out ten thousand for fun, if I lose it’s no big deal, I’d probably participate."

"What if losing wouldn’t significantly affect you, but winning at the final tally would give you this ga console, with all rules set by you, would you participate?"

Faced with its repeated questioning, Jiang Yuan nodded, indicating his willingness to try.

"That’s what I answered too!" Huang San’s face, filled with anthropomorphic expressions, suddenly turned a bit sorrowful, "Then the Wandering Daoist pointed to the sky and said: ’They think the sa way.’"