Golden Scales Are Not Meant for the Pond (4,000 Words, Extra Chapter for 16,000 Monthly Votes)

A Golden Scale Is Not a Creature of a Mere Pond

The rain was formless and immaterial.

Everyone bathed in it, faintly feeling some kind of change taking place.

Yet they could not quite put their finger on what it was.

Li Xiuwen felt as though a heavy object had struck his head.

He reached out and felt around, grabbing a wisp of formless nothingness invisible to ordinary people. Though clearly an illusion, it gave him a tangible, real sensation.

His gaze narrowed.

Lying in his palm was a... Golden scale.

The golden scale was brilliant, shining with divine light.

Just as Li Xiuwen wanted to examine it closely, the golden scale transformed into a beam of golden light that surged into his mind, coming to a suspension at the heart pellet within his Niwan Palace, where it slowly spun.

"What is going on?"

Li Xiuwen was somewhat at a loss for the situation.

This auspicious sign was simply a golden scale?

Could it be a dragon scale from the Mount Tai True Dragon Prefect Lord?

He could not see what benefits anyone else had obtained.

Nor did anyone else know what benefits he had gained.

Yet the auspicious rain did not seem to be over yet.

Li Xiuwen was struck by heavy objects six more times in succession.

Another six golden scales.

Just like the first, they transformed into golden light and poured into his mind.

Finally, the auspicious rain stopped.

Far away in the sea of clouds at the Mount Tai Golden Summit, the massive body of the Mount Tai True Dragon Prefect Lord disintegrated with a deafening roar, turning into countless streams of golden fortune qi that scattered across the lands of Mount Tai and Mount Tai Prefecture City, drifting down into the homes of ordinary folk.