Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme C.112 - 79: Red Moon_l

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Chapter 112: Chapter 79: Red Moon_l

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Time marches on, years pass like an arrow, and a hundred years have quickly come and gone.

The Blackwater River remains the Blackwater River, yet much has changed. “Lord Dragon King’s procession is setting off!”

Gongs and drums thunder, firecrackers burst in unison as myriad common folks gather at the bank of the Blackwater River to stroll through the temple fair and worship the Dragon King.

Eight burly men lift a stone statue of the Dragon King, parading it through the streets.

Moreover, numerous farmers come to the fish farm, pouring down sacks of fish food.

Within the waters of the river, a multitude of fish scramble for the food, including some gigantic creatures and even Spirit Monsters.

But the people are accustomed to these sights, minding only their task of pouring down the fish food, with children watching alongside, pointing and exclaiming, their laughter unending.

“I wonder if Lord Dragon King will make an appearance tonight?”

“Isn’t that obvious? He definitely will. Today’s the second day of the second lunar month, ‘Dragon Rising Day,’ a grand day for the Lord Dragon King. How could he not join in the festivities with the people?”

“All thanks to Lord Dragon King’s blessings, there are no longer any water monsters eating people in the Blackwater River, and our surroundings enjoy favorable weather for crops!”

“It is said that the temple hosts of the Dragon King’s temple are all disciples of Lord Dragon King. Lord Dragon King has passed down numerous farming techniques, blessing us with favorable weather and greatly increased grain yields, yielding bountiful harvests year after year.”

“Look at those men, carrying a statue of the Dragon King weighing tens of thousands of pounds on their shoulders like it’s as light as cotton – no effort at all. Indeed, they all have learned Immortal Laws from Lord Dragon King, and will be Immortals in the future.”

The crowd is abuzz with heated discussions.

Meanwhile, within the Blackwater River.

The water grows deeper, the Spiritual Energy thicker.

Each waterway is closely guarded, with shrimp soldiers and eel dragon patrols moving back and forth.

At a closer look, beneath the layers of dark water, lies a Black Crystal Dragon Palace, the Divine Mansion of the Black Water Dragon Monarch.

Each of the four gates of the Divine Mansion is guarded by the Water Army of four departments.

At the southern gate, there stands a general with a Jiao’s head and human body, clad in chainmail of locked gold, wielding a trident entwined with electric light, exuding an imposing presence—it’s the Electro Department’s great general, Eel Dragon Jiao!

At the northern gate, a general with bulging eyes and a corpulent body, balancing on a single leg, his body gleaming with golden luster, wearing only a large red cape draped behind him, fights bare-handed and looks fiercely powerful—it’s the Dou Department’s great general, Golden Toad King!

At the eastern gate, another general with a Jiao’s head, hissing and spitting out a long letter, appears to be transformed from snake skin, with a Xuan Water magic sword hanging at the waist, entrancingly seductive and captivating—it’s the Dragon Department’s great general, the warrior woman Bai Jiaojiao!

At the western gate, a general with black skin and a white belly, extremely corpulent, wielding a pair of eight-sided golden mallets, possessing the strength to crush waves and shatter mountains—it’s the Mysterious Department’s Big Belly General!

Beyond the gates, within the water mansion, Clam Spirits act as attendants—radiant and enchanting—while the Turtle Minister is a chancellor, the epitome of composure.

“Quick, quick, quick, you maidens, how come you are slower than this old fellow?”

An elder with a turtle shell and coronet urges on a group of Clam Spirit attendants, “Hasten with these dishes and drinks; do not delay the Dragon Monarch’s enjoyment of his wine.”

“Yes!”

The attendants reply in chorus, tittering as they carry the food and drinks into the hall.

Within the vast main hall, a Green Jiao with a nine Zhang long body reclines on the Dragon Throne in an almost humanlike pose.

Numerous attendants flit through the hall, pouring spiritual wine into large bathtub-sized goblets, and there are also grains of Spirit Rice the size of fruits, as well as roasted beef and mutton…

Indeed, roasted, for fire can be kindled within this water mansion to cook food to perfection.

“Dragon Monarch, please enjoy!” 𝔣𝖗𝔢𝔢𝔴𝖊𝖇𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖊𝔩.𝔠𝔬𝖒

“Hmm-!”

Xu Yang stretches out a short claw, lifts a goblet, and drinks it all in one gulp, then tosses a few roasted and cooked beef and mutton into his mouth, chewing and swallowing contentedly before lying back on the Dragon Throne.

As mentioned before, Green Fish are naturally lazy, preferring stillness over action.

Instinct has a profound influence and has made Xu Yang increasingly indolent and fond of pleasures, requiring periods of “wine pools and meat forests” every so often.

When compared to his constantly arduous, diligent cultivation, it’s an extravagantly comfortable existence.

For this, Xu Yang finds no solution; such are the instincts of the body, which he cannot fully resist. It’s good enough not to be swayed by the “naturally lecherous dragon nature”. If one doesn’t loosen up to the “inherently salty fish nature”, this body might well go mad with restraint.

Naturally, instincts are just that, with only some influence, but not enough to completely dictate actions.

In these past hundred years, Xu Yang nevertheless accomplished many things.

Like…

“How are things at the Spirit Medicine Garden?”

Having drunk another cup of Spiritual Wine and feeling slightly intoxicated, Xu Yang casts his gaze downward and asks the attendant beside him.

Not daring to delay, the woman promptly responds, “Reporting back to Master, under the nourishment of Spiritual Energy, there will be three batches of Spiritual Medicine ripening this month. Master, would you like to harvest them personally, or shall your disciples do it in your stead?”

Lounging on the Dragon Throne, Xu Yang lazily waves a paw, ‘You go.”

‘Yes!”

The woman nods, taking care to remember.

She is Xu Yang’s foremost disciple, one of the few from the Human Clan in the water mansion.

Over sixty years ago, a group of people suddenly arrived at the banks of the Blackvvater River, chanting something about sacrificing to the Dragon King, then they threw her and several boys and girls into the river.

And then… Xu Yang had a group of disciples and began to make contact with the humans of this world, formally extending his influence beyond the Blackwater River.

He has no plans to fight for supremacy in the world again.

In this world full of Immortal Gods, although the great deities are mostly slumbering now, Xu Yang still dares not to be too ostentatious, content to be an idle fish in the Blackwater River.

Extending his influence outwards is only to probe for information and gather Spiritual Medicine; nothing more.

Aside from recruiting and instructing these Human Clan disciples, Xu Yang did not neglect his own strength and the development of the Aquatic Clan.

In a hundred years, he has reflected upon himself, achieved insights, created the Fish -Dragon Transformation “Transformation Realm” Cultivation Technique, and with the aid of the Blackwater Divine Seal, succeeded in cultivation. He is now a Great Transformation Demon, comparable to a Golden Core, with a Dragon Ball fully formed..