I have seen dragons

Chapter 56 The Heavenly Craftsmen
"..."

Zhao Xing'er's smile froze and shifted to Yue Wen's face.

The little girl had been gone for a few seconds when Zhao Xing'er suddenly erupted in anger, "You come back here and explain yourself! Who said anything about me..."

"Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao!" Yue Wen quickly grabbed her. "Let's not stoop to her level. What does a high school student know?"

"I'm so angry!" Zhao Xing'er said indignantly. "Adorably silly? Is that me?"

“Yes,” Yue Wen said, “How can you say Sister Zhao is cute?”

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing'er frowned, sensing that something was amiss with those words.

"Well, you can continue watching the shop," Yue Wen quickly said. "I'm going upstairs to continue practicing my fist techniques. My Thunder Tiger Heaven-Shaking Fist is still a bit rusty. I'm definitely not as talented as you in martial arts, so I have to work harder."

"It's natural."

Zhao Xing'er smiled with satisfaction when she heard Yue Wen admit that he was not as good as her in some areas.

Yue Wen then went upstairs to begin practicing his boxing.

The Thunder Tiger Heaven-Shaking Fist arrived at just the right time. Since reaching the Perfection Realm, his cultivation of the True Dragon Dao Method has not increased his realm; at most, it only maintains his cultivation level, and circulating his energy again is no longer very meaningful.

The only improvement one can make is learning some new supernatural abilities.

But he didn't want to go to Da Long to buy new supernatural powers.

Although he now possesses a fortune of over four hundred suppressing coins after his last great harvest, it would be somewhat wasteful to spend this time buying supernatural abilities that can be learned in the third realm once he breaks through to the Gang realm.

He plans to learn two supernatural arts techniques that require a minimum of the fourth realm after his breakthrough, so that he can maximize his combat power.

As the ancient sages said, you won't get poor from eating or dressing, but you will get poor if you don't plan ahead.

After a morning of this, at lunchtime, Zhao Xing'er was deciding what takeout to order when someone pushed the door open and entered.

This was a man dressed in old, navy blue overalls, stained with dirt, carrying a tool bag. He was tall, with a dark complexion, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a full beard, and deep, numerous wrinkles on his face, giving him a melancholy and weathered air.

Upon seeing the man's attire, Zhao Xing'er said, "Sir, we don't have any furniture here that needs repair."

"I..." The man said somewhat awkwardly, "I am a member of the Tiangong Sect. I made an appointment with the 'helpful netizen' this morning to pick up my senior brother's tools."

"Boss!" Zhao Xing'er turned around and called out, "Is an old man from the Heavenly Craft Sect looking for you?"

Yue Wen followed the sound downstairs and saw the other person standing at the door. He immediately greeted them warmly, "Senior of the Heavenly Crafts Sect, you arrived so quickly?"

He sent the address to the other party in the morning, and it only took a little over three hours, which was indeed unexpectedly fast.

It should be noted that the headquarters of the Heavenly Craft Sect is located in Longdu City. Not to mention how much time it would take to wait for a flight, even if cultivators came by horse or flying boat, the journey alone would take at least two hours.

In other words, the other party basically set off immediately upon receiving the message, which shows that they were indeed very anxious.

“No need to be so polite,” the man replied. “My name is Geng Bihu, and I am a disciple of the Tiangong Sect. I am only twenty-six years old this year, so we should be of the same generation.”

Twenty-six?
Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er fell silent for a moment, then looked at the man's face again, and fell silent once more.

You call this twenty-six?
Seeing the two people's surprised expressions, Geng Bihu was not surprised and said to himself, "I followed my sect to build a fortress in the wasteland outside Longdu City for three years. I was so worn out that I look a bit old. People usually say that I look like I'm forty years old, haha."

Zhao Xing'er thought to herself, "They're quite good at talking, knowing to open their mouths and look ten years younger."

Yue Wen thought to himself, "Civil engineering is a tough profession. I'm glad I didn't go to university back then, which saved me from the chance of choosing this major."

Only then did he extend his hand, saying, "Brother Geng, please sit down."

……

Geng Bihu sat down on the sofa opposite him, and Yue Wen placed the hammer and wrench he had found on the coffee table. "These are the two tools I found."

Geng Bihu stared at the two tools for a long time without saying a word. Just as Yue Wen was about to ask him what he planned to do, tears suddenly started streaming from Geng Bihu's bulging eyes.

Two streams of tears fell onto the coffee table with a pattering sound.

"Brother Geng, what's wrong, Brother Geng?" Yue Wen asked blankly. Why did this person start crying so suddenly?
"This, that's right..." Geng Bihu wailed, "This is my Ninth Senior Brother's tool! Ninth Senior Brother, you died so tragically!" "Huh?" Yue Wen asked, "How did you die so tragically? Did you jump around too fast in the middle?"

“Our Tiangong Sect craftsmen forge all their tools by hand and carry them with them at all times. Unless an accident occurs, they will never leave their side easily!” Geng Bihu said, “My senior brother’s tools have fallen into the hands of a demon. He must have met with misfortune!”

"It's not that certain, maybe it was just lost..." Yue Wen comforted him.

"Ninth Senior Brother, you're so foolish!" Geng Bihu cried uncontrollably. "Back then, you said you wanted to take on a private job in Tianbei Prefecture, and the employer wouldn't even reveal his identity. Master told you that our Tiangong Sect is a prestigious sect, and there's no need for us to take on such clandestine jobs. But you were in a hurry to save money for your wedding, and seeing that they offered a high salary, you insisted on coming! I told you to take me with you, but you wanted to pocket all the pay and didn't take me with you at all. In the end, you died here. You deserved it! Ninth Senior Brother—"

"Hey, hey, hey?" Yue Wen pulled him back. "Why did you start cursing while you were crying?"

Zhao Xing'er also had some doubts, "Could this kid be gloating or crying tears of joy?"

"If you take me with you, I can protect you if you encounter danger!" Geng Bihu continued to cry.

"Oh..." Zhao Xing'er and Yue Wen nodded in agreement.

Geng Bihu cried out again, "Even if I couldn't protect you, I could at least take your storage artifact with me. Why let your life savings be lost and wandering outside with you! Ninth Senior Brother, I've had my eye on your Blazing Gold-Melting Furnace for so long! I've liked your Broken Wave Hammer for so many years! And your fiancée..."

"Hey, hey, hey?" Yue Wen pointed at him, "You're acting more and more strangely."

"Your fiancée has been coming to Tiangong Sect looking for you, but how were we fellow disciples supposed to know where you were! Why didn't you tell anyone?!" Geng Bihu cried and knelt on the ground. "If we hadn't seen your tools today, we wouldn't have known you died near Jiangcheng..."

"That's enough." Zhao Xing'er was too lazy to argue with him, so she pulled him up. "You'll tell us everything on your mind in a bit."

"Ouch—" Geng Bihu sneered, then wiped away his large tears. "I apologize to both of you. My Ninth Senior Brother and I are very close, and it was inevitable that I lost my composure when I saw him suffer such misfortune. Brother Yue, could you please tell me where you seized this tool?"

"It's from two roe deer demons that infiltrated the city," Yue Wen said. "I don't know where they came from. Maybe they're outside Jiangcheng City, but there are no clues in this vast wilderness. If your senior brother has already perished, finding his remains will be as difficult as climbing to heaven..."

“Alas,” Geng Bihu said, “Now that we see that his personal tools are missing, we can basically confirm that he is dead. Our relatives, friends and teachers have no more hope. After I return to the sect to report, I should be able to get some magical artifacts to try to find him. In the end, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate. If it really doesn’t work, we can only bury these two tools as a cenotaph for him.”

"Please accept my condolences," Yue Wen said softly.

"Brother Yue, the tools you sent back to my senior brother this time have truly put an end to a long-standing concern for our Tiangong Sect." Geng Bihu looked up and said, "If there is anything we can do to help our Tiangong Sect in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Yue Wen was already very familiar with this phrase, and he immediately said fluently, "No need to come back tomorrow, I have something right now that I might need the help of the Heavenly Craftsmen."

"Oh?" Geng Bihu wiped his face a couple more times, sat up straight, and asked, "What is it?"

“I need a Dragon Breath Fire Seed recently, but I have limited connections and have been searching everywhere without success. I wonder if the Heavenly Craftsmen Sect has any channels to help me find one?” Yue Wen said, “Of course, as long as you know where to find one, you don’t need to help me. I can just buy it myself.”

"Dragon's Breath Fire?" Geng Bihu pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "You've come to the right person. My Heavenly Craftsmen Sect is most familiar with all kinds of immortal fires, and I've also come into contact with Dragon's Breath Fire. As far as I know, there is a cluster of Dragon's Breath Fire that will never be extinguished in the Dragon Palace of the West Sea. With the prestige of my Heavenly Craftsmen Sect, it would be no problem to obtain just one of these fire seeds."

"That's great!" Yue Wen exclaimed excitedly.

"However..." Geng Bihu continued, "Having a spark is useless; to ignite this fire, dragon breath needs to be injected. There are no true dragons left in the world; only those dragon descendants can refine dragon breath, and they are very difficult to deal with..."

When the human realm was in peril, the successor of the immortal sect found the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas. Both the human and dragon races had been wiped out during the long period of spiritual energy depletion, leaving only a small group of hybrids of the human and dragon races, known as the Dragon Descendants.

These dragon descendants survived for countless years in the Dragon Palace to protect the ancient immortal treasures it contained, enduring hardships that are both moving and inspiring, and making great contributions to saving the human world.

Today, the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas holds a prestigious position, and the descendants of those who have rendered meritorious service to the dragon lineage occupy high positions within it, respected by the world. It's just puzzling why Geng Bihu's first reaction upon mentioning these people is that they are difficult to deal with.

Yue Wen knew nothing about the Dragon Descendants, but upon hearing the words "Dragon Breath," his expression became somewhat subtle.

Dragon's Breath Fire is a celestial fire found in the mortal world, not a flame breathed by dragons, so it's not found among the Great Dragons. However, Dragon Breath itself should be present among the Great Dragons.

It has to breathe eventually, right?

So he said, "If possible, please ask Brother Geng to help me obtain a spark of fire. Dragon's breath is unnecessary. I will save it for when I have the opportunity to find it myself later."

“That’s no problem,” Geng Bihu said. “After I return to my sect and report the news, I’ll bring it to you next time I come.”

Yue Wen immediately said, "Thank you, Brother Geng!"

"I should be thanking you," Geng Bihu said, but before getting up, he suddenly glanced at Zhao Xing'er and asked, "You're from the Zhao family of Tianfu, aren't you?"

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)