"He lied to you."
The woman in the rouge-colored long dress lightly waved the round fan in her hand. The two burly men behind her walked out the door and stood on either side of the guest room entrance like guardian gods. 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 kind of soundproofing formation technique.
"Since he told you about me, he must have also told you that I am the Walking Celestial Maiden of the Flower-Offering Sect, yes?"
"The Flower-Offering Sect's primary cultivation technique is dual cultivation. Yes, exactly what you are thinking."
"Drunken revelry, beauties like clouds, pools of wine and forests of flesh."
"Our daily method of cultivation is front entry, rear entry, eating bananas."
"His constitution is unusual. The Flower-Offering Sect captured him and used him as a supplement for three months. So he should not merely know me—he ought to know me very well. After all, I favored him the most times."
"..."
Chen Qiu expressionlessly turned his head to look at Fat Dragon beside him. He said nothing, merely sitting quietly in his chair. He was assessing the situation. Things were rather chaotic at the moment, so silence was best for now.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Now that he had been exposed anyway, Fat Dragon shouted in embarrassment and anger.
"Brother Chen Qiu, think carefully. For someone like me, with no background to speak of, who unfortunately randomly obtained the Strength of Nine Oxen trait, isn't it perfectly reasonable for a dual cultivation sect like this to capture me and use me 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 was full of experts. Who could I possibly 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 Walking Celestial Maiden of the Flower-Offering Sect back then. She usually did not stay in the sect, but after learning that the sect had found an 'unusual' supplement like me, she specifically rushed back and tormented me more than a dozen times. In the end, I gave her advice."
"I helped her earn more Spirit Stones. Only then did I trade that for a chance to escape the Flower-Offering Sect."
"Mm."
Chen Qiu nodded in considerable understanding. Thinking about it, it was only natural. If he were the one in power at the Flower-Offering Sect, he would definitely capture Fat Dragon and use him as a supplement too. It was just that—
After frowning and pondering for a moment, he looked at the woman before him and said softly, "Miss, I do not understand dual cultivation techniques very well, but I have heard a little about them. Your cultivation level should be much higher than my brother's, shouldn't it?"
"Would dual cultivation even be useful?"
"I can tell that you truly do not understand dual cultivation."
The woman shook her head. A silver-bell-like laugh escaped her as she covered her mouth with her round fan. "Dual cultivation is not a technique—it is a mental method. But you are right about one thing. If the difference in cultivation is too great, it truly is useless."
"Since it's useless, then why did you—"
"Even if it is useless, it still feels good."
"..."
Chen Qiu fell silent once more. After a long while, he lightly tapped the tabletop with his index finger. "We are all perceptive people, so let us not beat around the bush. Why did you seek out my brother today? Do you intend to take him back as a supplement again?"
"Not at all."
The young woman shook her head again, the smile fading from her face as her expression grew slightly serious. "Though this boy is rather improper, he has done me a favor. I came only to tell him to leave this place as quickly as possible. I do not know why, after escaping the Flower-Offering Sect, he came to Windward City several hundred miles away."
"But one thing is very important."
"Windward City will soon see a slaughter between several factions, one where liver and marrow will stain the fields. Countless ordinary people will be caught in it. Heaven-Question Market is not safe either. It is best to flee early."
"I cannot tell you the specific reason."
"My warning has been delivered."
"One last thing—"
The young woman suddenly laughed coquettishly again. Covering her mouth with her fan, she looked at Fat Dragon with charm and provocation in her eyes, her watery gaze filled with reluctance as she said softly, "When we meet again, I would like to taste that self-created move of yours again—the Nine Dragons Chasing the Sun."
"It was quite unique. I had never seen anything like it in my life."
"You must survive."
As her words fell.
The light screen dispersed.
The young woman turned and left the guest room. The burly men standing on either side of the entrance hurried after her, while the innkeeper was already waiting at the door, nodding and smiling as he saw her off. It seemed he had already received a handsome sum in compensation.
After the woman who had suddenly barged in departed, the once harmonious atmosphere in the room gradually became strange.
"..."
After remaining silent for a long time, Chen Qiu was the first to break the atmosphere. "So when we met yesterday, you were so weak because the Flower-Offering Sect had tormented you for three months? Not because Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm cultivators were naturally that weak?"
"Mm!"
Fat Dragon nodded with grief and indignation.
"Hah, no wonder."
Chen Qiu nodded in realization. At first, Fat Dragon had told him that all cultivators at the Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm were that weak, and only after breaking through to the Seventh Level of the Qi Refining Realm would one's physical qualities increase drastically.
But whether it was the few 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 been somewhat puzzled before, but now it all made sense.
"One more presumptuous question: what kind of technique is Nine Dragons Chasing the Sun?"
"Hey, that was even more presumptuous than last time!"
Fat Dragon said in embarrassed fury, "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 of them help me?"
"The Flower-Offering Sect had several thousand supplements. Every so often, they would eliminate a batch of supplements that had been drained 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 would want to favor me again, and because they could not bear to part with it, they would control the intensity of their techniques and not drain me dry."
"I'm telling you, Chen Qiu!"
"I will never forget this memory for the rest of my life! When the day comes that I hold power, every single person from the Flower-Offering Sect who humiliated me will not escape! I will slice them into a thousand pieces!!!"
"Do you think I changed my name to Fat Dragon for no reason?"
"Every moment, 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 at the summit will never feel ashamed because he knelt yesterday!"
"This name tells the world—and tells 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 emerge into the sea, and show this world what a true hero is!"
At that moment, veins bulged on Fat Dragon's neck, his entire face flushed red. His voice was forceful and sonorous, filled with intense rage and unwillingness.
For a moment, Chen Qiu was slightly stunned. It was as though he saw in Fat Dragon someone who silently endured and bore hardships for the aspirations in his heart. Perhaps Fat Dragon was not as afraid of death as he had imagined.
Rather, he was unwilling to die without value.
In a daze, Chen Qiu murmured, "If that is the case, why call yourself Fat Dragon? Why not Flood Dragon or Hero Dragon?"
"Those sound too arrogant..."
Fat Dragon's tone suddenly softened again. He muttered in a low voice, "I'm afraid someone might dislike the name and casually kill me."
"I'm a little afraid of dying."
"Aren't you?"
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