Self-Created Technique, Nine Dragons Chasing the Sun

"He lied to you."

The woman in a rouge-colored long dress lightly waved the round fan in her hand. The two burly men behind her stepped outside and stood on either side of the guest room door like guardian statues. Immediately afterward, a pale blue light screen suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Neither too large nor too small, it enveloped the entire guest room and shut the two burly men outside.

It was clearly some sort of soundproofing formation technique.

"Since he told you about me, he must have also mentioned that I'm the traveling celestial maiden of the Flower-Offering Sect, yes?"

"The Flower-Offering Sect's primary cultivation method is dual cultivation. Yes, exactly what you're thinking."

"Drunken revelry beneath flowers, beauties like clouds, pools of wine and forests of flesh."

"Every day's cultivation involved front entrance, back entrance, and eating bananas."

"His constitution is special. The Flower-Offering Sect captured him and used him as a supplement for three months, so he shouldn't merely know me—he should know me quite well. After all, I favored him the most times."

"..."

Chen Qiu expressionlessly turned his head toward Fat Dragon. He said nothing and simply sat quietly in his chair, assessing the situation. Things were rather chaotic at the moment; staying silent for now was best.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Since he had already been exposed, Fat Dragon shouted somewhat angrily in embarrassment.

"Brother Chen Qiu, think carefully. For someone like me with no background, who unfortunately randomly obtained the Strength of Nine Oxen attribute, isn't it perfectly reasonable to be captured by a dual-cultivation sect like that and used as a supplement?"

"Think about it yourself. Is there anything wrong with that logic?"

"What could I do?"

"I thought about resisting too, but that sect had experts like clouds. Who could I beat? I didn't want to die, so what could I do?"

"I finally escaped after three months, only to run into her here again!"

"This woman was the Flower-Offering Sect's traveling celestial maiden back then. She normally didn't stay in the sect, but after learning that the sect had found an 'anomalous' supplement like me, she specially rushed back. She tormented me more than a dozen times. In the end, I gave her advice through—"

"Helping her earn more Spirit Stones. Only then did I earn an opportunity to escape from the Flower-Offering Sect."

"Mm."

Chen Qiu nodded in understanding. It made sense when he thought about it. If he were the one in charge of the Flower-Offering Sect, he would definitely capture Fat Dragon and use him as a supplement too. It was just that—

After furrowing his brow in thought for a moment, he looked toward the woman before him and said softly, "Miss, I may not understand dual-cultivation techniques very well, but I have heard a little about them. Your realm should be quite a bit higher than my brother's, shouldn't it?"

"Would dual cultivation even be useful?"

"I can tell you truly don't understand dual cultivation."

The woman shook her head, letting out a silver-bell laugh as she covered her mouth with her round fan. "Dual cultivation isn't a technique—it's a mental method. But there is one thing you got right. If the gap in cultivation is too great, it really is useless."

"Since it's useless, then why—"

"Though it's useless, it feels good."

"..."

Chen Qiu fell silent again. Only after a long while did he lightly tap the tabletop with his index finger. "We're all sensible people, so let's not beat around the bush. What did you seek my brother out for today? Do you want to take him back and use him as a supplement again?"

"No."

The young woman shook her head again, the smile fading from her face as she grew slightly serious. "This brat may not be very proper, but he has done me a favor. I came only to tell him to leave this place as quickly as possible. Though I don't know why, after escaping the Flower-Offering Sect, he came to Windward City, hundreds of miles away."

"But one thing is important."

"Windward City will soon see a slaughter between several forces, with livers and brains strewn across the wilderness. Countless ordinary people will be caught up in it. Heaven-Question Market is not safe either. It would be best to flee early."

"I cannot tell you the specific reason."

"My warning has been delivered."

"One last thing—"

The woman suddenly broke into a coquettish laugh again. With a seductive and provocative air, she covered her mouth with her fan and looked at Fat Dragon, her eyes glistening with moisture as she said softly, full of reluctance, "If we meet again, I'd like to taste that move you created yourself last time—Nine Dragons Chasing the Sun."

"It was quite unique. I'd never seen anything like it in my life."

"You must survive."

Her words fell.

The light screen dispersed.

The woman turned and left the guest room. The burly men standing on both sides of the door hurried after her, while the innkeeper had long since been waiting at the entrance, nodding and smiling as he saw her off. It seemed he had already received a hefty sum in compensation.

After the woman who had barged in so suddenly left, the harmonious atmosphere in the room gradually turned strange.

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Chen Qiu was the first to break the atmosphere. "So when we met yesterday, you were that weak because the Flower-Offering Sect had tormented you for three months? Not because all Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm cultivators were naturally that weak?"

"Yeah!"

Fat Dragon nodded with grief and indignation.

"Hah, no wonder."

Chen Qiu nodded in realization. At first, Fat Dragon had told him that all Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm cultivators were this weak, and that only after breaking through to the Seventh Level of the Qi Refining Realm would one's physical prowess greatly improve.

Yet whether it was the Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm cultivators he had encountered in the secret realm last night, or himself when he had just broken through to the Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm, neither had felt as weak as Fat Dragon.

He had originally been rather puzzled, but now it all made sense.

"One more presumptuous question: what kind of technique is Nine Dragons Chasing the Sun?"

"Hey, that's even more presumptuous than last time!"

Fat Dragon snapped in embarrassment and anger. "Stop asking! That experience is my shame!"

"When I was captured by the Flower-Offering Sect, how many people did I beg for help along the way? Did even one person help me?"

"The Flower-Offering Sect had several thousand supplements. Every so often, they would eliminate a batch of supplements that had been sucked dry. What could I do to avoid being drained dry and eliminated? I had no choice but to rack my brains and develop a whole series of techniques, so that when those demon women favored me, they would become addicted to them!"

"Then they'd want to favor me again. Only because they couldn't bear to part with it would they control the intensity of their techniques and not drain me dry."

"I'm telling you, Chen Qiu!"

"I will never forget these memories for the rest of my life! When the day comes that I hold power, none of those people from the Flower-Offering Sect who humiliated me will escape! I'll carve them into a thousand pieces!!!"

"Do you think I changed my name to Fat Dragon for no reason?"

"Every moment of every day, I remind myself that every humiliation I face is a necessary part of the road to success!"

"A man certain that he will one day stand atop the peak will never feel ashamed of having knelt yesterday!"

"This name is meant to tell the world, and to tell myself."

"I, Fat Dragon, am a fucking dragon lying low in wait!"

"One day—"

"I will definitely part these clouds and mists, let the flood dragon enter the sea, and show this world what a true tyrant hero is!"

At that moment, the veins on Fat Dragon's neck bulged. His whole face was flushed red, and his voice rang with force, filled with intense fury and unwillingness.

For a moment, Chen Qiu was slightly stunned. He seemed to see in Fat Dragon someone who silently endured and bore hardship for the ambitions in his heart. Perhaps Fat Dragon was not as afraid of death as Chen Qiu had imagined.

Rather, he was unwilling to die without value.

In a daze, Chen Qiu murmured, "If that's so, why call yourself Fat Dragon? Why not Flood Dragon, or Tyrant Dragon?"

"That sounds too arrogant..."

Fat Dragon's voice suddenly softened again. He muttered in a low voice, "I'm afraid someone will hear that name, take offense, and casually kill me."

"I'm a little afraid of dying."

"Aren't you?"