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Chapter 228 - 228: 166: What is the Most Important Thing in the Underworld? – Part 2

Looking at the young man who was drinking liquor generously, Nu Luo, who was sitting in front of a plate of fish slices, advised. As she spoke, she grabbed a piece of translucent fish slice and threw it into her mouth without the slightest hint of manners. Her behavior was very casual, but she had a divine aura, and there was a wild beauty in every move she made.

“Eat more meat. These wines were just bottled, they have to be sealed for at least ten or twenty years before you can enjoy the taste. Drinking them now is wasteful!”

“Ten years? I should be able to drink better wine by then!”

Tasting the sour and sweet ambrosia in his mouth which was more like fruit juice than wine, Feng Qing’an laughed. He didn’t have a particular preference for wine, and if it hadn’t been for its taste, he wouldn’t have bothered to drink it.

Of course, it was also good to brag about it; the wine brewed by the Water Monarch of the Dragon Clan wouldn’t make one tipsy, even after thousands of cups.

“Even if you can drink better wine in the future, that’s for later. For now, you’d better finish this meat. Are you planning to waste it like this?”

Nu Luo looked at the Chi Wen in the center of the feast, its belly already sliced open and its scales removed. Despite the hearty eating, not more than a third of the Water Monarch’s flesh had been eaten.

“I can’t eat anymore!”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but rub his belly. He had already used advanced techniques from the Martial Arts Manual to bolster his energy consumption, marked distinctly in the manual, ‘use sparingly, requires substantial wealth, exhausts the essence of bloody food massively.’

Of course, even the Military Judge wouldn’t have tried the flesh of the Water Monarch, not even a single bite. Without an overwhelmingly robust body, one would explode from the essence contained within it, which is not something that ordinary people could bear.

“It’s up to them then!”

Feng Qing’an looked at Black Mountain and the Dragon Horse. These two were the main force at the Chi Wen feast. He and Nu Luo were just filling numbers there. Although Nu Luo was bold in eating meat, it paled in comparison to Black Mountain and Dragon Horse, who were in their true forms. It was rather delicate.

Of course, although he wasn’t a big eater, Feng Qing’an wasn’t the worst. There was Bai Yao at the bottom, who despite being a wolf, surprisingly didn’t eat meat and quietly gnawed at fruits when Black Mountain was feasting on the flesh.

Only then did Feng Qing’an fully realize how difficult it was to become a Spirit Cultivator. Just staying away from meat and onions alone was enough to deter most of the spirits.

Howl-

With its belly inflated, like a wolf pregnant with cubs, Black Mountain lay on its side, sticking out its tongue, with no more desire to eat in its eyes. If it ate any more, it felt its stomach would explode.

“Can you breakthrough?”

Looking at the Dragon Horse that was still eating hard, Feng Qing’an asked Black Mountain. In his eyes, Black Mountain had been suppressing itself for too long. It should also become a major demon, right?

woof-

Black Mountain hesitated for a moment and slowly shook its head. It hadn’t yet reached the goal it had set for itself. It could indeed break through now, but it didn’t think it was enough.

The goal it now had was not just to become a major demon, but to become a demon king. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be qualified to follow its master. The twins were so talented that if it was too weak, it might be left behind in the future.

“If you want to suppress your realm, continue to do it. Why are you overthinking?”

Feng Qing’an glared at Black Mountain and scolded after half-closing his eyes and circulating his martial arts methods to digest the food in his stomach.

He had no plans to practice martial arts, but many methods in martial arts were quite valuable. For example, this secret method of short-time consumption of a large amount of bloody food at the expense of enhancing blood and energy, and thus improving physical fitness, was rarely used by ordinary martial artists. It was too costly.

“I can’t eat anymore!”

Not long after, the main force of the Chi Wen feast, could no longer bear the strain, even with the hatred of his father’s death, it was not necessary to stuff himself to the brink. That wouldn’t be revenge, but the opposite.

“Your name is Miao Miao, right? Did you enjoy the meal?”

Hearing that the Dragon Horse was full, Feng Qing’an’s eyes opened slowly, and he asked in a calm and unhurried tone.

This Dragon Horse seemed ordinary in many ways, neither its origin nor potential was outstanding, but its spirit of willingness to become a wild horse, hide by the river day and night, and wait for the opportunity of revenge for its father’s death, won Feng Qing’an’s admiration.

Of course, the most crucial factor was that this creature truly had a divine countenance, a dragon-shaped horse with a long scaled neck, bony double wings – a sight that completely captured Feng Qing’an at first glance.

Coming from poverty, with limited potential, meant nothing to him.

Calculating the timing, it was yet to be born when its father’s position as the Water Monarch was taken away. Chi Wen had been ruling over Bailang River for over two hundred years, according to Nü Luo’s sayings.

Subtracting the time it spent in the womb and its worry-free growing years, after learning about its father’s origin and death, this creature resided by the river for at least a hundred years. How loyal? How resilient? How unyielding? A noble demon, it could have released its hatred, forgotten the father it had never even met, and could have traveled afar and lived freely anywhere. But it chose to devote half its life to revenge.

Adopting this dragon-horse may provide unexpected surprises when encountering insurmountable difficulties.

“My name is Sen Miao!”

Once people take from another, they become obliged to them. Sen Miao felt somewhat embarrassed after gobbling down its enemies’ flesh and blood, its attitude towards Feng Qing’an markedly changed from when they first met. “Well, Miao Miao, what are your future plans?”

Feng Qing’an came straight to the point. Though he had great expectations, it was ultimately up to the sovereign demon to decide whether it wished to

accompany him.

“I think…..”

Although the dragon-horse felt awkward hearing its honorific from Feng Qing’an, seeing as it had feasted on Chi Wen, it couldn’t say anything.

“Nü Luo said earlier that you might want to take over Bailang River, but I refuted her. I told her you wouldn’t be so superficial. What’s so good about you taking over your father’s position? Are you waiting for the next powerful dragon to come and kill you?”

Feng Qing’an interrupted the dragon before it could finish speaking. His words made Sen Miao fall quiet and thoughtful.

He’d essentially voiced the creature’s own plan of ruling the river as the position of the Water Monarch was vacant. Its lineage endowed him with the right to rule over the river.

But Sen Miao’s assurance was shattered by Feng Qing’an’s words. As much as the position of Water Monarch was enticing, he wasn’t confident of holding onto it. Another dragon like Hongxi would result in the same fate as his anonymous father – there would be no difference.

“Then do you have any suggestions for Miao Miao?”

Seeing the banquet falling into an uncanny silence, Nü Luo rolled her eyes disapprovingly before pushing Feng Qing’an to continue speaking.

“Miao Miao, do you know what’s most important in this world before you have the strength to rule it?”

“What?”

The dragon horse, deep in thought, looked up blankly at Feng Qing’an.

“Background, origin, lineage!”

With a solemn tone, Feng Qing’an pointed at the dragon horse.

“Do you know why your father, who was a water Monarch, was so easily assassinated?”

“Because he had no lineage?”

The dragon horse hesitated.

“Exactly! Your father was the essence of the river, without parents, or a background. There were no repercussions to killing him and if it weren’t for your existence, probably no one would’ve avenged him.”

Having said that, Feng Qing’an glanced at Nü Luo, who showed no reaction to his words, while the dragon horse fell silent again.

“You’ve killed Hongxi’s wife, you’ve even eaten her flesh, but do you truly believe you’ve avenged yourself?”

Seeing the dragon horse remain silent, Feng Qing’an increased his intensity. Trying to tame a mighty demon was no easy feat, let alone riding it. Unless the dragon horse was completely surrendered, body and mind, Feng Qing’an would not mount it..