Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 245: The Fangs of the God Dagon

"In fact, I don't understand. Why have you been so cautious in Kyoto for so many years?"

When Chou Nu said this, it was just a casual complaint.

The more she got to know Zhao Qi'an, the less she understood him.

Why don't you just be a local emperor and come to Kyoto to suffer this humiliation?
Zhao Qi'an just smiled and replied: "If I don't come out to see how big this world is, how can I know? Maybe I will become that Yelang?"

"Who is Yelang? Is he famous?"

The ugly slave's eyebrows were all tangled together, but the place where they were tangled looked a little weird.

Zhao Qi'an had no choice but to tell her the story of "Yerlang's arrogance".

As he spoke, what came to his mind was the stunning sword strike he saw in the East China Sea.

One sword cuts the sea apart, and there will be no peace for three days.

Until now, when Zhao Qian'an closed his eyes at night, the unforgettable knife often appeared in his mind, and he could still feel the trembling in every cell of his body.

He could have not come to Kyoto.

Even if His Majesty grants the marriage, I can still conceal myself by faking my own death and escaping.

But he came anyway.

The purpose, of course, would not be to marry a princess he had never met.

He came to Kyoto City... because of Emperor Tianwu!
He wanted to see with his own eyes how far this "senior" Emperor Tianwu had come.

What Zhao Qian and Chounu said was not wrong.

That blow made him realize that he should not be complacent in the East China Sea, but should go out and see how many talented and amazing people there are in the Nine Provinces of Daqian.

Zhao Qi'an regained his composure and said to the ugly slave, "Tell me, what is your sister's name? How can I recognize her when the time comes?"

The ugly slave said quickly: "My sister is easy to recognize. Her name is Chi Zhai Luo. She has yellow hair and green eyes like me. She looks different from other people in the tribe. She is small, as big as a cat, and her skin is not yellow, but quite white."

Halfway through her speech, she became less confident: "But now I am not sure whether she has become like me. After all, my sister is also very talented. After so many years..."

Become like an ugly slave?
Zhao Qi'an looked the ugly slave up and down.

He did not forget that there was a golden entry in Chou Nu's fate, "Beauty that brings disaster to the country."

Zhao Qi'an had previously guessed that the reason why Chou Nu became what she is now was most likely related to the method she practiced.

Now that he heard her say this, he felt certain.

Seeing that Chou Nu was not sure what his sister looked like now, Zhao Qi'an asked, "Is there any mark that is easier to recognize? For example, a birthmark or something like that."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The ugly slave's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly said, "There is a crescent-shaped birthmark on her left buttock. It is very unique and you can tell it at a glance."

Zhao Qi'an: "...Do you think I'm suitable?"

The ugly slave was not sure: "This should be possible, probably, possibly... It is indeed not appropriate."

"Talk nonsense."

Zhao Qi'an sighed softly: "Forget it, knowing the name is enough, I should be able to recognize it."

At worst, when we enter Mount Xumi and see the group of golden tribe members, we can look at the panels one by one. Although it is a bit difficult, it is enough to recognize Chi Zhai Luo by his name. Zhao Qi'an stopped thinking about this question and then asked, "If I meet your sister, how can I make her trust me? Do you have a token of trust?"

When this was mentioned, Chou Nu's face showed obvious hesitation.

She seemed to be very conflicted. She looked up at Zhao Qian'an from time to time, then lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long while, she seemed to have made up her mind. She turned her back and began to unbutton the top of her clothes.

Her actions made Zhao Qian'an a little worried that she might come up with something shocking.

After a moment, the ugly slave turned around and handed the item in his hand to Zhao Qian: "This, my sister will know it at a glance."

She lowered her head as she spoke, looking a little embarrassed.

But when Zhao Qian looked down, he found that what she handed over was a very ordinary thing.

It was a pendant made from the tusk of some unknown wild animal. It was about as long as a normal person's middle finger. The tusk was a little yellow, and it seemed to be quite old.

Zhao Qi'an took the pendant and was playing with it in his hand when he heard the ugly slave say, "This is the fang of the god Dagon."

Zhao Qi'an was a little surprised and brought the fang, which was as long as his middle finger, close to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Dagon, the god of heaven, is worshipped by the Anuyi people and is also the source of their golden bloodline.

The Anuyi tribe had been worshipping the holy body of the god Dagon from generation to generation until it was snatched away by the bald donkey from the Southern Buddhist Kingdom more than ten years ago.

As for the god Dagon, in Zhao Qi'an's opinion, he was probably a powerful alien who had achieved the highest level of Taoism many years ago. Even after his death, his body would still remain intact for thousands of years.

Just like the body of "Master Feng Xiao" that he saw in the fairy palace he discovered at the bottom of the East China Sea, it was still lifelike even though he had been dead for many years.

However, the body left behind by the senior Feng Xiao was not properly disposed of. In addition, it was unknown how many years had passed since his death, and the spirituality in his remains had long since dissipated.

Dagon's body has been worshipped by the Anuyi people from generation to generation. Perhaps there is still spirituality in his body, making it a "holy remains" with some power left in his life.

Otherwise, why did the monks from Southern Buddhism go to such great lengths to snatch Dagon's body? Could it be that Dagon is the "Golden Body of the Buddha" of Buddhism?
Zhao Qian'an tried to inject spiritual power into the fang, wanting to see if there was still any spirituality in the fang.

But the attempt was in vain.

This fang was like a piece of steel plate, and his spiritual power was unable to penetrate the fang and see inside.

Its hardness is probably better than most of the so-called magical weapons in the world.

It's a pity that this fang is so small that it can't be made into any weapon. It's probably difficult to find a blacksmith in the world who can forge this fang into a weapon.

Chou Nu said, "Dagon's tusks are a royal possession passed down from generation to generation by the Anuyi people. Now one of the tusks is with me and the other is with my sister. If you see my sister and show her this, she will definitely believe you."

Zhao Qi'an nodded: "Okay, I understand."

"If you saw her..."

The ugly slave hesitated again, and after a long time he slowly said: "Tell her for me not to think about revenge, just live your life well. As for revenge..."

She found it difficult to speak again and was unable to finish the second half of the sentence for a long time.

Zhao Qi'an waited for a long time, but there was no further news.

He patted the ugly slave on the shoulder and said, "I'll pass on the message."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)