Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Rise of the Waves

Inside the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Dignity, face, and reputation are what Ao Wei values ​​most, almost to the point of obsession and inner demons.

This feeling had already taken root in his heart when he received the power that Sheka had given him.

When Aowei discovers that Shejia has been "converted" by one or even several strong men, he is nurtured and grows amidst his inner struggles.

If, from that moment on, he had refused with both anger and composure, he might have been able to overcome the influence of his inner demons. But he chose to accept, and everything was ultimately distorted...

He loved his wife, yet despised her filth. Enjoying the pleasure of the unique power flowing through his body, he was forced to helplessly watch as Sheka went out to "hunt" aimlessly.

Each time someone kills those who have touched Sheka, it might be to save face, but it could also be to vent their anger.

This time, being chased away like a stray dog ​​in front of everyone at the auction, and then having his wife's background revealed by the little boy during the fight, completely pierced the twisted emotions that had been accumulating deep within Ao Wei's heart for so long.

"Sheka! What have you done?! I have already generously allowed you to do such shameless and filthy things, why did you still do so poorly? Why am I so much worse than that woman?!"

As he roared, the veins on Ao Wei's face bulged out, making the scales stand out. His sea-blue eyes showed no trace of reason, and it was as if he was feigning madness to deceive himself after his outrageous secret was exposed.

Shejia stood before him. She was a human puppet with little resistance. Her lively and agile demeanor when flirting with men was all an act. Xingqi Temple had passed down a complete set of techniques. Apart from the contract part, the rest of the techniques were all about imitating personality.

Shejia could be a naive and innocent girl in the Heart Sutra, or a spoiled and down-on-her-luck young lady with no regard for her own will. Now, she seems more like someone who only aimlessly searches for "excellent objects to be exorcised."

Faced with her "husband's" punishment, Sheka didn't react much, simply stating the information she knew:

"Shen Xuejun, the Pavilion Master of Wenqing Pavilion, possesses a remarkably powerful spiritual cultivation, which is quite rare..."

He angrily took a swig of wine, hoping the aroma of the divine brew would numb the gazes fixed upon him. But in his growing rage, he smashed the wine cup against Sheka's forehead.

Shejia also possessed cultivation; when the pearl-encrusted wine vessel struck his forehead, it only caused a slight redness and swelling on his fair skin, with no other effects.

"How can I become as powerful as her? Surpass that human woman whose face looks like a coffin!"

“It’s difficult. She is more powerful than any abbot I have ever met before, and the abbot has many offerings to her.”

Shejia shook his head in response, then quietly looked at Aowei. Seeing that he had not given a response for a long time, Shejia felt that the questioning had come to an end, and turned to go out to find the person who needed to be "delivered".

But as soon as she turned around, she was pinned down. Shega's slender and delicate body was pushed to the ground, and a long, thin but powerful force thrust into her, shaking her body back and forth, trying to assert ownership.

But then he launched into a tirade of insults:

"I mercifully let you go out and have fun, but you're still so useless. Isn't it true that the stronger the person you help, the more power you can give me in return? Why don't you turn into a man and go around seducing people? What use are you besides that?!"

The endless insults did not sting Sheka's ears, because they were meaningless and he did not care. It would have been his care that made them sting.

The training at Xingqi Temple has turned Shejia into a tool that only knows how to "convert and give back".

Around the dark, deep-sea dragon palace, bubbles rose and burst. After an unknown amount of time, Ao Wei suddenly sensed a presence approaching the dragon palace.

"Who's there? Show yourself!!"

A crisp, resounding footstep echoed in the rhythm of Ao Wei's beating heart, entering the Dragon Palace hall.

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Chu Mingkong practically carried Zuo Qiuchi, who was still in a terrible mood when she woke up, out of the house.

He lifted Zuo Qiuchi onto his lap, placing his hands on her full, flawless, perfect buttocks, and said as he walked:

"I'll take you to strike the reverse scale. Didn't you say before, Master, that you wanted to try out the reverse scale?"

Zuo Qiuchi instinctively wanted to say "No way" and then go back to lie down, but then she remembered that she did say something like that.

"What I mean is, I'll wait until Ao Wei brings himself to his doom before I go and knock on his sore spot, instead of me going to all that trouble to knock on his sore spot! Besides, when are you even going to set off? That's too weird!"

She cupped the traitor's chin in her hands and lifted it up, letting Chu Mingkong see the current sky.

"What time is it now? It's the middle of the night, everyone else is probably still asleep. I already think it's dishonorable to beat them, and you still choose this time?"

To put it bluntly, her main concern was actually not to disturb her sleep!

"Then I'll carry you over, so you won't have to exert yourself to get there. It's all the same!" Taking advantage of his master's sleepiness and laziness, Chu Mingkong pretended to adjust his carrying position, but actually took a good look at her plump and beautiful buttocks, feeling refreshed and unable to extricate himself.

Although I've seen many beautiful peach-shaped buttocks, none can surpass Zuo Qiuchi's!

"Have you been cultivating something? Why do I get this intangible feeling from you right now, like... a giant baby?"

It has the unique connotation of an infant, but it does not have the form of an infant.

"Being a giant baby is going too far. Can't I just say I have a burning, innocent heart?"

When Chu Mingkong heard her say that, he knew that he had succeeded in his cultivation. Now he felt as if he had just come into contact with the Five Elements cultivation, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was actively flowing into his body!

Even taking a dump exudes an aura of striving for self-improvement!

However, what's surging in now is no longer the fire spirit energy, but demonic thoughts. While there is a feeling of becoming stronger, it's not very intense.

Others may think he has become stronger, but he doesn't feel that way about himself.

Because Chu Mingkong now relies more on the power of extreme yin and yang, and although demonic thoughts have made him more agile and powerful, they have little effect on his control of dual-polar power.

The two, who were not serious about their relationship, left and headed towards the East Sea Dragon Palace. Suddenly, Shen Xuejun appeared behind them.

He watched Chu Mingkong's departing figure with even greater confusion.

"...Was Mingkong stimulated after his duel with Ao Wei? What did he secretly cultivate? Why do I feel a little inclined to get closer to him?"

Chu Mingkong used the Dust-Free Talisman to conceal Zuo Qiuchi's figure and carried her all the way to the dock. No one else could see her; they could only see a man approaching in a gesture of carrying goods.

The sea was turbulent with wind and clouds, and thunder struck its surface.

"What's going on, old man? Why are you all watching from the dock?" Chu Mingkong asked an old man who looked like a fisherman.

"You must be one of those cultivators from out of town. You don't know this, but suddenly a strong wind has arisen on the sea. It's probably because the Dragon King on the seabed is angry. Let's wait for him to calm down before we go out to sea. It's just a pity that we haven't been able to catch anything all day. Hopefully, we won't have to wait until late at night to go out to sea."

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Sanctioned Beforehand?

Besides the weather, the marine life beneath the sea is also a major factor affecting the wave conditions along the coast.

The Dragon King's relentless rage could deprive the surrounding fishermen of their livelihoods.

"Could this be some kind of trap to lure me in?" Chu Mingkong muttered to himself, also wanting to ask Zuo Qiuchi.

Before the auction began, Ao Wei deliberately spread rumors to smear him, and made no attempt to hide that he was a spreader of falsehoods, all in an attempt to provoke him into entering the Dragon Palace.

"Whether it's true or not is irrelevant, since you're planning to go in anyway. But this Dragon King really has a lot of influence over the surrounding seas, quite impressive!" Zuo Qiuchi thought to himself, this powerful figure really has the presence of a top expert.

This should be the power and authority that comes with his status as the Sea Dragon King. Regardless of whether Ao Wei's position as Dragon King was obtained legitimately or not, and regardless of who he actually became, his joys and sorrows are closely related to this ocean.

"Old man, do you know how to enter the world in the sea? I don't mean diving, but going to the Dragon King's Palace," Chu Mingkong asked.

The old man standing by the fishing boat, his face full of worry, looked at the young man who was trying to talk to him. He wondered if the young man had some serious illness, as he kept making a gesture of holding something in his arms.

He was probably possessed by an evil spirit, or perhaps the Dragon King was punishing him in some way. He was now trying to go down and apologize and beg the Dragon King to restore him to normal.

"It's difficult. Whether it's fishermen who are good at swimming or ordinary cultivators, it's hard to enter the Dragon King's Palace. They don't have the good fortune. I heard that you need a water-repelling pearl or something to avoid being affected after entering."

"Young man, if you wish to pay homage to the Dragon King, then wait until the weather clears up and go to the sea. See which spot on the sea is the brightest, and just go in."

As they were talking, a few more fishermen came over, all looking at the sea with bitter expressions. The fishing nets in their hands looked like they hadn't been wet for a long time, and the fish scales stuck to the net ropes were dry and cracked.

In their occasional conversations, one could hear them saying that the new Dragon King's moods were too erratic, and that he would get angry and furious from time to time.

Zuo Qiuchi clicked his tongue in amazement and whispered:

"Could it be that his wife, Shejia, is promiscuous, which is why Aowei is often enraged? Isn't this some kind of serious illness? If he doesn't like it, he should stop her. What's the point of just getting angry without doing anything?"

That makes sense, but one could say that there's something about Shejia's provocative behavior that Aowei couldn't refuse.

Suddenly, the fishermen saw a richly dressed man with strange movements take flight, seemingly heading towards the depths of the sea. They kindly advised him against it:

"Young man, wait until the weather clears up before you go. The Dragon King is in a bad mood right now, with thunder and waves raging. You won't get away with it if you go down there!"

Faced with such advice, Chu Mingkong couldn't very well ignore the fishermen's good intentions, so he replied with a simple:

"It's okay, I'll go down and try to calm him down."

Chu Mingkong carried Zuo Qiuchi all the way to the depths of the sea. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the world was gloomy. Only the sound of thunder breaking through the air and the rolling waves could be heard.

The seawater seems to possess a will to live, and the waves it occasionally surges up are like tentacles probing the outside world.

Zuo Qiuchi had little interest in the monotonous and dull scenery; she even yawned, lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves. She was more focused on the inexplicable changes in her traitorous disciple.

"Mingkong, you've been fiddling around in your room all night. What are you doing?" Unable to explain the specific changes, she could only ask directly.

"What? What happened?"

Chu Mingkong feigned ignorance and looked at Zuo Qiuchi with a pure and innocent expression. Although Chu Mingkong was eager to show off, he had not yet thought of an explanation.

Even though Zuo Qiuchi had started pinching his face and even threatened him with "I'll tell your daughter about the exorbitantly priced jade dildo when we get back," Chu Mingkong remained unmoved, or rather, had no choice but to remain unmoved.

"You like to play dumb, don't you? The owner of that fairy island is called Bao Fahu. When you return to Xiling, you can make a perfect pair and be called 'Niu Fahu'!"

Chu Mingkong was both embarrassed and embarrassed, and after a long time he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "At least it has to be a bit more domineering, let's call him 'Hanging Hair House'!"

Zuo Qiuchi was genuinely amused by his antics. She couldn't understand how his brain worked; she thought he'd been holding back his words for so long because he had some ivory to spit out...

However, Zuo Qiuchi's thoughts came and went quickly, like the sleepiness of an insomniac; after a few words, he was too lazy to argue with Chu Mingkong anymore.

Chu Mingkong, on the other hand, was thinking that perhaps he was being a bit too hasty and should find a girl to practice with first.

The demonic fetus is merely a physical state and does not signify any divine skill or great achievement.

Zuo Qiuchi now feels that there is an inexplicable force converging on him. To a large extent, this is because Chu Mingkong's spiritual level is still shallow, and he cannot hide this feeling.

If I were to train with a girl, I probably wouldn't have to expose my condition so obviously.

Thinking about it this way, if my previous guess about the relationship between Shejia and Aowei was correct, Chu Mingkong's own cultivation method seems to be similar to his, except that Chu Mingkong has to do it himself, while Aowei just lies around waiting for Shejia to reap the rewards.

Just as Chu Mingkong was lost in thought, Zuo Qiuchi patted his head and reminded him:

“Look down, isn’t this the ‘brighter area of ​​the sea’ the fishermen were talking about?”

Chu Mingkong was holding Zuo Qiuchi face to face, and when he lowered his head, his vision was immediately covered by the two snow-white and proud peaks of her breasts.

"It does seem a bit brighter now!"

"I'm showing you the sea, not my chest!"

Zuo Qiuchi, itching with rage, held his head and twisted and turned it. With a "crack" sound, Chu Mingkong could see clearly that in the vast, dark sea, the area beneath his feet was indeed brighter.