Chapter Forty-Eight: Ton, Ton, Ton, Ton, Ton
Chapter Forty-Eight: Ton, Ton, Ton, Ton, Ton
Three months later, deep in the East Sea, above the Crystal Palace.
After a series of events—Dragon Son's rebellion, Dragon Mother's plea, and Dragon King's order for a thorough investigation—a fish spirit musician from the Sea Clan who was teaching Dragon Son was made the scapegoat and sliced on the spot, with onions, ginger, vinegar, and garlic...
Unfortunately, alas.
Even in the primordial chaos, there was no mustard, and the path of sashimi was not perfected.
At this moment, the second prince of the Dragon Palace, Ao Yi, was tied up inside a huge fairy clam ship, rushing towards the border between the South Sea and the East Sea.
Apart from Ao Yi, there were only a few fairy dragon soldiers and an old turtle hermit on the ship; this retired turtle hermit sat beside Ao Yi, advising him with sighs and regrets:
"Your Highness, why did you have a conflict with that insignificant Duexian Gate? What merits and abilities does the Duexian Gate have? Even if His Majesty allows you to go and pay your respects, they wouldn't dare to accept you. And you also need to consider His Majesty's situation. His Majesty is already suppressing all dissenting voices and allowing you to go out and pay homage to the saints! This time, I'm even disregarding my dignity as I take you to pay respects to the Three Saints' disciple, Grand Immortal Wuyun. Although this Grand Immortal isn't well-known, he ranks first among the seven immortals serving the Daoist sect, deeply trusted by the Three Saints, and has a relationship with me from the same clan. Your Highness, this is already taking advantage of your goodwill. You must, by all means, refrain from causing any more trouble!"
Ao Yi turned his head to look aside, his expression still somewhat resentful.
But he was only ten years old after all, even though he had received many years of "egg teachings," his true exposure to the world was only ten years; the old turtle kept advising him, and Ao Yi gradually became hesitant.
"Does this grand immortal have extraordinary methods?"
"Naturally!"
Seizing the opportunity, the turtle hermit began to extol the greatness of Grand Immortal Wuyun to Ao Yi, how favored he was by the Celestial Master, and how low-key he was, not showing off his abilities.
Soon, the turtle hermit sighed again, conveying to Ao Yi:
"Your Highness, I can see what you want to do, but this matter is not as simple as you think, nor is it just a matter of making a fuss and expecting a good result. Illusions are like dreams, and waking up from dreams is like breaking ice. No one wants to wake up from them. You must understand His Majesty. His Majesty is the one who manages the Dragon Clan at the highest level. If he moves lightly and fails, the whole edifice will be in danger."
Ao Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"In any case, once I leave the Dragon Palace, in the vastness of the primordial chaos, the future Crown Prince can freely roam! Being apprenticed to a grand immortal, whether it's because of my status as the Dragon Palace's second prince, how can the predicament of the Dragon Palace be resolved? How many of the other Dragon Palace disciples can apprentice themselves to such a grand immortal? What I seek is the way out for the Dragon Clan, not just my own path as the second prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace! For now, I'll just stabilize this old counselor. I'll deal with the rest later."
In the roaring sea breeze, Ao Yi gradually showed a hint of a smile, behaving as innocent as his age, and the turtle hermit also gradually relaxed.
...
Duexian Gate, deep in the dense forest of Poxian Peak, where the Nine Immortals of Wine cultivate.
Jiujiu's large gourd drifted back from the direction of Xiaoqiong Peak, and the whole person seemed to have lost strength, drooping dejectedly as he walked back to his own small building. He slowly sat down on the wooden steps in front of the building and leaned back, feeling exhausted.
"So boring, Little Shoushou has only been in seclusion for three months, but it feels like three years, and there's no one to play with me..."
"Ah, Sister Shish has Brother Shixiong to accompany her, and Brother Shixiong even goes to accompany others. Big Sister and Second Brother, Fourth Sister and Fifth Brother, Sixth Sister and Seventh Brother, and finally Eighth Brother should go to Ninth Sister, but unexpectedly, Eighth Brother learns from Third Sister, and with a twist of his elbow, he leaves Poxian Peak... Ah, poor me, just because I'm an odd number, I have to be alone... And I'm still Master's closed-door disciple, sigh..."
The window of the neighboring building opened, and Jiujiu, who was radiant and seemed to have become several hundred years younger recently, leaned out and looked in this direction, laughing when he heard Jiujiu's muttering.
Jiushi floated out of the window, like a fairy in the painting, and landed beside Jiujiu, sitting on the wooden steps and pinching Jiujiu's nose.
"Sister, let's go to Xiaoqiong Peak. I want to play with the God of Gambling. I want to play Simulated Immortal Life!"
Jiujiu immediately chuckled and hugged Jiujiu, closing his eyes and howling for a moment, "Accompany me to Xiaoqiong Peak, I want to play with the God of Gambling, I want to play Simulated Immortal Life!"
Jiushi chuckled lightly and patted her little sister's head. "Silly little sister, can I go to Xiaoqiong Peak?"
"Huh? Sister, why can't you go?"
"Sister, if I go, wouldn't you feel awkward?"
"What, awkward?"
Jiujiu tilted her head. "Fourth Sister, are you misunderstanding something? If I and Little Shoushou have a pure uncle-niece relationship."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Jiushi smiled with narrowed eyes, her gaze full of aggressiveness.
Jiujiu couldn't help but blink and gulp, "Really...?"
"Yeah, the pure-hearted shifu and shizi are always together, concocting pills day and night, getting along intimately."
"Intimate my foot! He's got a condition!" Jiushi paused, then asked urgently, "What condition? Does Shifu Zhang have some hidden illness? That's a big problem." "Not a hidden illness, Xiao Shoushou just can't be touched by any girl other than his shijie, or he starts twitching all over."
Jiujiu laughed, "His shijie watched him grow up, so it's fine. And if it's just a fist bump or high five between us, it's okay too."
Jishi pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "How did he get this condition? Can you tell me more about it, shijie?"
"Well, last time I took Xiao Shoushou to Beizhou..." After a moment, Jishi giggled as she hugged herself, whispering something in Jiujiu's ear, leaving Jiujiu initially stunned, then unable to help but hold her head in her hands.
"This guy dares to deceive my shifu!" "Sigh, calm down, little Jiujiu. Guys who guard their purity like jade are rare treasures in this world.
You mustn't miss out." Jiujiu suddenly felt embarrassed and stomped her feet in frustration, "Shijie, what nonsense are you talking about! How could I... Ah, I'm going back to seclusion!" "Aren't you supposed to be the guard for the training conference in a few days?" "Oh, right... Can I go into seclusion for a few days first?" Jiujiu turned and headed back to her loft, while Jishi chuckled and floated after her. "Little Jiujiu, what's the harm in being with Fourth Shijie? Let Fourth Shijie teach you how to dress..." "No thanks." "Come on, let Fourth Shijie see how you look now." "Fourth Shijie, don't touch me... I hate it, oh my goodness!" As the sun set, the laughter of the two fairy sisters floated around nearby. In the neighboring small building, a short Daoist with deep-set eyes and a withered face shook his head and casually activated the array outside Jiujiu's place; Then, the short Daoist looked at the table in front of him with a complete feast, unable to help the corners of his mouth twitching a few times... Jiujiu was still going to be a guard in Beijuluzhou for this training conference, because of a minor issue last time, an immortal was assigned to accompany her this time. However, there were only two people going to Beizhou this time. On the day of the training conference, the current chief disciple, Qin Xuanya, who had recently gained a high reputation in the sect, also appeared with her big sword, wearing that fiery red dress, as usual. But after everyone was divided into teams, she didn't participate in the training and instead turned back to her cave to meditate.