Divine Mist Mountain, Dragon-Slaying Treasure Art

On a small boat.

Li Qing was still fishing, while Wu De lay sprawled on his back in the stern.

His mouth never stopped moving as he muttered on and on.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I was unlucky beyond belief this time."

"During the great battle at Dragon Path City, I'd originally planned to make a little fortune."

"Kill a few Demon brats and loot some spoils from them."

"Who would've thought I'd be unlucky enough to get besieged by others? I nearly left my life there."

"Luckily, my escape technique is unmatched under heaven, so I managed to get away."

"After finally escaping that siege, I had no intention of returning to Dragon Path City."

"But just as I was planning to cross the river, the stars in the sky suddenly blazed brightly."

"Then I ran into a Fierce-grade anomaly that had suddenly appeared."

"I almost died. I was badly injured and only barely managed to escape."

"At the time, I nearly drowned in the water. I didn't even have the strength to climb ashore."

"I could only use my final life-preserving spell."

"Ah, only now have I realized it."

"I encountered a tribulation—my inner demon's external tribulation."

"Now that I've passed the tribulation, once I find some free time, I can step into the Divine Soul Realm. The sky is vast for birds to fly! I can finally be said to have entered the hall and passed through its doors!"

As Li Qing listened to Wu De's incessant chatter, he found that once the man had rested enough, he began rambling about everything under the sun.

One moment, he was talking about how the northern girls had long legs and slender waists; the next, he was going on about how many treasures had been unearthed from some tomb.

Then