The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 322 Fabricating Origins

The Bull Demon King glanced at Ding Lin, then at Qingyi. Ding Lin's words sounded somewhat strange to him. What did he mean by "priceless treasure"? But he didn't think much of it. He didn't dwell on it. With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, he put the jade bottle away again.

This pill is only effective the first time it is taken. The Bull Demon King has already taken one and comprehended a mid-level fire-type law through it. That's why he was willing to exchange it. He had finally reached the Taiyi level, and he could accept paying a price for occasional indulgence.

But this is the limit.

Ding Lin refused decisively, so the Bull Demon King temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​making a deal, thinking there would be other opportunities in the future.

The Bull Demon King was not angry at being rejected by Ding Lin and was still smiling. However, this little incident inevitably ruined the atmosphere, making it difficult to return to the way it was before. After a few more polite conversations, the Bull Demon King got up to take his leave.

After seeing the uninvited guest off from the Bibo Pool, Ding Lin turned back. After entering the water, he paused briefly to wait for Qingyi. He reached out and grasped a cool, soft hand. Qingyi gently pulled back, but couldn't, so she let it be.

Back at the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King Wansheng was already waiting outside the hall, respectfully attentive. Even Princess Wansheng stood respectfully to the side, her belly full of pregnancy. Where was the trace of her former willful and capricious nature? Normally, even Golden Immortals would find it difficult to curry favor with Wansheng and her daughter. Today, Ding Lin displayed his divine power, not only revealing the Taiyi realm but also directly severely injuring a peer. How could they not be filled with fear and trepidation?

Ultimately, this world is all about strength.

Ding Lin dismissed Wan Sheng and his daughter and went with Qingyi to a side hall.

"Here you go." A spiritual light shone in the blue-robed man's palm as he took out Xiang Liu's head.

Ding Lin took the head and also took out the head from his own body. He placed the two heads side by side on the table. He rubbed his hands together, and nine laws appeared above his head. Using yin and yang as a millstone, he ground away all the hidden tricks that Xiang Liu had laid on the heads, leaving only the purest demonic energy. Ding Lin then extracted them, and the heads withered and dissipated. Two balls of golden mana essence appeared in his palm.

Qingyi tacitly took out a jade bottle, which Ding Lin took, put the prepared original liquid into the bottle, and then handed it back to Qingyi.

“This thing is useless to me. You keep it. You can no longer cultivate the Lingbao Technique. Let’s look for a new one together. Once we find a new technique that suits you, this thing can come in handy,” Ding Lin said.

"Mm." Qingyi nodded and took it.

“The Bull Demon King obviously didn’t recognize you today. Given his personality, he only distinguishes between useful and useless people. You should be a useful fellow Daoist to him now. I’m afraid he’ll visit and invite you quite a few times in the future. What do you think?” said the man in green.

"I currently hold a position in the Heavenly Court, and the duties of the Yellow River Water Lord cannot be revealed. Fortunately, the attainment of Taiyi this time was carried out in secret, and not many people know about it. Outside, the Yellow River Water Lord 'Golden Scale' is probably just a Golden Immortal, and his most proficient skill is a spatial law."

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows; it's always better to be careful."

“If you stay here, even if I have to frequently return to the Yellow River for my duties, I’ll only be able to travel between the two places. This Xiniu Hezhou isn’t something you can just step into and leave. It would be best to get a new identity. Today I’ve already changed my name to Chilin in the Bull Demon King’s alias. In the future, I’ll inevitably have to deal with other monsters, so I’ll just use this name for everything. Also, there’s the Bibo Pool Dragon Palace. Although it’s not very impressive, if we manage it well, it can be considered a foundation.” Ding Lin said, making no attempt to claim Bibo Pool for himself.

Qingyi did not refute. She knew about the past grievances between Ding Lin and Princess Wansheng. Now, for the sake of the child, she spared her life. If she behaved well in the future, that would be fine. But if she harbored any other intentions, she, the Great Sage of the Overturning Sea, had plenty of ways to deal with her.

"We have a name, but we need an origin story to make it complete," Ding Lin pondered.

“Why don’t you just say you’re from Lei Ze?” said Qingyi. After all, she had received systematic instruction from Kunpeng, and her breadth of knowledge far surpassed Ding Lin’s.

“Lei Ze?” Ding Lin had only heard of it but didn’t know much about it. “Your true form is a dragon, that can’t be hidden. In the primordial era, Lei Ze was another branch of the dragon race besides the Four Seas, but it has long since perished. Your sudden appearance in Xiniu Hezhou, and your immediate entry into the Taiyi realm, is perfectly suited for this birth. In addition,” Qingyi pondered, “although the identity of the Yellow River Water Lord cannot be used, as time goes by, since we are the same dragon, there will always be some connection. We can say that the new Yellow River Water Lord is your nephew. In this way, even if there is some inconsistency, it can be explained away, and it will also add another layer of legitimacy.”

I am my own uncle.

in fact……

also.

“Then so be it.” Ding Lin nodded.

“When I was… I also saw some accounts of Lei Ze in ancient books, so I’ll tell you about them. These were all passed down from Kunpeng, so they should be true. Write them down, and they should be enough to deal with things in the future,” Qingyi said again.

"Qingyi, thank goodness for you," Ding Lin said.

"Just some useless idle chatter," said the man in blue.

Ding Lin could see the smile on her lips and couldn't help but smile back. His own strength was growing stronger, but Qingyi, due to her cultivation of the "Spirit Treasure Technique," not only found it difficult to make any further progress in her cultivation until a solution was found, but also faced huge hidden dangers. She was also a strong-willed person. Ding Lin couldn't solve the hidden dangers of the "Spirit Treasure Technique" for the time being, so he could only make Qingyi feel that he needed her in other ways to temporarily ease her emotions.

Thus, the night of leisurely conversation is naturally not mentioned.

……

"roll!"

The next day, a cold, cursing voice came from the palace.

Ding Lin emerged from the palace, looking somewhat disheveled, but his eyes still held a hint of lingering desire. It couldn't have been just a one-night stand; they were an old married couple, and it wasn't their first time. Towards the end, Ding Lin gradually lost control and began to make advances. Qingyi, knowing his many romantic entanglements, initially didn't want him to touch her. However, after what happened with Xiang Liu during the day, although the crisis had passed and things were calm, there were still lingering emotions in her heart, and she needed to vent. Coupled with Ding Lin's persistent coaxing and sweet talk, he eventually succeeded.

A protective barrier enveloped the area, completely concealing the situation within the hall.

As for Qingyi kicking Ding Lin out again, it's all the man's fault for his words. When love is at its peak, he's impulsive and will readily agree to anything the woman says. But once the storm has passed and he turns his back on her, he'll forget everything.

Ding Lin vaguely remembered that Qingyi told him to break off his relationship with those people. He probably didn't hear clearly at the time and didn't pay much attention. With something in his mouth, he mumbled a couple of responses.

Upon waking in the morning, the old story of Qingyi resurfaced.

Ding Lin was dumbfounded, so he could only ramble on and pretend to be clueless.

(End of this chapter)