"Let me tell you, there's no place in the entire universe that we Deep River Dragon Clan haven't been. Whether it's the battlefields of the Zerg or the rule-changing zones at the intersection of the three realms, we've left our mark there. You must have heard of our name, hahaha."
Li Xingkong somewhat regretted agreeing too hastily; this guy had talked too much.
I never expected that this little guy, once he opened his mouth, would be like a chatterbox that couldn't be shut up, chattering away nonstop.
"Yes, I think I've heard of it."
Li Xingkong casually agreed.
I've never actually heard of the Deep River Dragon Clan before.
"No, that's impossible! How could you not have heard of it!"
The Guapilong seemed not to have heard Li Xingkong's reply, his face filled with shock.
"Huh? Shouldn't I have heard of it?"
During his interactions with this Guapilong, Li Xingkong discovered that the Guapilong possessed an extremely keen ability to perceive personal emotions. Li Xingkong even felt that this was a talent, much like the Telepathy.
It has even reached a level where it can communicate with people on a spiritual level.
It doesn't really care what Li Xingkong says; it seems to be able to see directly what Li Xingkong is thinking.
It treated Li Xingkong's perfunctory answers as mere passing breezes, paying them no heed whatsoever.
Before Li Xingkong spoke, it had already heard the true voice in Li Xingkong's heart.
No wonder this guy came straight for Li Xingkong. It seems he knew from the beginning that Li Xingkong had a gentle personality, which is why he was so shameless.
"You really haven't heard of us? How can that be! Are there any creatures in this world that haven't heard of us?!"
While Li Xingkong was still thinking, the Guapilong covered its head with both hands, seemingly disbelieving in the superstition.
"Okay, okay, there are indeed such people... Let me introduce you to them then."
After a while, Guapilong seemed to have figured it out and became more talkative again.
"We, the Deep River Dragon Clan, are the largest merchants in the entire Convention. As the saying goes, our trade reaches all corners of the world, and we travel to every corner of the land. Wherever the Convention's sphere of influence lies, there is our Deep River Dragon Clan."
"Everyday necessities, weapons and ammunition, technological creations, religious symbols—whatever you want, we can find it."
"Strange, judging from your appearance, you've been traveling in space for quite a while now. How come you haven't heard of us?"
Li Xingkong, wondering what he had actually been doing all that traveling in the universe.
Looking for fights, destroying planets, galaxies, assassinations, interstellar travel...
It seems that after all this time, apart from Divine Land and the merchant fleet I saw that time, I haven't really been to the so-called commercial district, or bought anything that I need.
After all, in Li Xingkong's hands, material reshaping is as simple as playing with mud. He can mold whatever he needs himself, and there is absolutely no need to exchange resources through so-called commercial activities.
How would someone who never engages in trade know the name of this chamber of commerce?
Moreover, Li Xingkong doesn't usually have much contact with people. Whether it's Baili Qiu or Fang Ritu Li Xingkong, he hasn't paid much attention to their own chambers of commerce, let alone other chambers of commerce.
"Hmm, I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad."
Before Li Xingkong could speak, the Guapilong shrank back and took two steps away. But it quickly came closer again.
"Wow, I know! You must be some prince or noble from a powerful clan who's out here for training, otherwise you wouldn't be so ignorant. I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm going to latch onto your coattails and live a life of luxury."
Li Xingkong's vision went black. This guy's associative ability was really strong. It was just a pity that he wasn't some prince.
"Seriously, your standards are that low? You're content with just being able to eat and wear whatever you want?"
While Li Xingkong may not be able to help it achieve financial freedom, he certainly has ways to make it not need to eat or drink—cultivation techniques, you know?
"Yeah, being free from worries about food and clothing means I can wear whatever I want and eat whatever I want. Take takoyaki, for example. If I were rich, I'd buy a planet just to raise octopuses, and hire 100 chefs to make takoyaki for me every day..."
Well, this guy's understanding of being well-fed and clothed is completely different from my own.
Li Xingkong shook his head.
To live a life free from financial worries like that, you need a considerable amount of money as a foundation.
Of course, if it had that kind of strength, it might be able to realize its dream.
"Oh, it's you!"
The line ahead was getting shorter and shorter, and the boss noticed Li Xingkong standing inside, so he quickly came over to greet him.
"I've had some hometown food once, and I'm already craving it again. Same as last time, but I'll have an extra serving."
Li Xingkong pointed to the Guapilong in front of him, which was looking at Li Xingkong and the boss with curiosity, seemingly just realizing that the two of them seemed to be of the same species.
After finding an empty seat, Guapilong sat down next to Li Xingkong.
Wow, you and the boss are from the same clan! How come I never noticed before! Then you must be able to cook the same delicious food too?
"I can't do that."
Li Xingkong thought back and realized that he had only cooked a handful of times, and what he did cook was not the kind of food that ordinary people would eat. The exotic taste was something that only cultivators could get used to.
Just imagining stuffing a steel bar into this little guy's mouth and letting him suck on it made Li Xingkong feel a little reluctant to watch.
It's best not to show a cultivator's recipes to others.
Before long, thanks to their shared hometown, Li Xingkong's dishes were all ready. Two tentacles, each about the length of a person, were placed on a plate, emitting a wonderful aroma.
"Wow, I knew it! I knew it! It wasn't a wasted trip."
The Guapilong became visibly excited, pulled a pair of peculiar gloves from its pocket and put them on. Then, as if an invisible hand appeared in front of it, it picked up the knife and fork on the table and began to cut pieces and feed them to the dragon.
It ate while keeping an eye on Li Xingkong.
"This is called a mental power glove. Once you wear it, it creates two Mage Hand around you, which can help with some extra tasks. How about it, are you tempted?"
Li Xingkong at it; he could analyze this toy with just one look, it didn't involve any technical skill whatsoever.
However, after hearing this, Li Xingkong also became interested. He released a little bit of his Divine Sense and saw that the roasted tentacle in front of him started to move on its own. The tip of the tentacle curled up into a small knife and cut itself into pieces, and then fed itself into Li Xingkong's mouth.
Guapilong was stunned by Li Xingkong's actions. No, this seemed much better than his gloves, and he hadn't noticed any signs that Li Xingkong had used any props.