Chapter 578 — Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Faraway Place
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Qingya said quietly, "I actually think Brother Shen looks quite refined — big, clear eyes. He doesn't seem like a bad person. . .
" The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Say less. The patriarch is at war with himself. Besides, the patriarch was born a genius at cursing. What good could come out of his mouth?
" "Uncle Yan, did the patriarch really curse an ox god to death? " the youngsters asked curiously. The middle-aged man, Qing Yan, hesitated, then nodded and said softly, "It was a true god.
He was cursed for three days and two nights. The patriarch's foul words never repeated once.
That ox god couldn't talk back and couldn't win a fight. He died of pure rage — they say he vomited blood enough to form a river and lingered three days before he finally breathed his last. . . " Everyone shuddered and looked back. Old Man Qinghuang was still standing by the cold pool, staring blankly, muttering to himself, "That wicked boy still has demonic nature in him — deep demonic nature.
Even Tubo wants to suppress him. Tubo only ever suppresses the most vicious criminals, so you can see he's really no good. . . But the boy does learn fast, and he has his own ideas. He's a different kind of genius. But being so fond of stirring things up, he could easily stir himself to death. . .
" The youngsters of the dragon village ate their roasted fish. Qingya said with suspicion, "Is the patriarch praising Brother Shen or cursing him?
" Old Man Qinghuang was still at war with himself, murmuring, "I can't let the young ones waste away here with an old bag of bones like me. Maybe letting them out of the village isn't such a bad thing. .
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" The crowd finished the fish and left a pile of bones on the ground. Old Man Qinghuang finally emerged from his inner struggle, shook the water from his fishing net, and prepared to pull it in, smiling. "Qing Yan, we'll have roast fish today. After we eat, I'll allow you to go out beyond the wasteland and look around.
" Qingya and the others cheered and scattered.
Old Man Qinghuang stood dazed for a moment, then shook his head.
Jiang Miao transformed into human form, becoming a youth who somewhat resembled Shen Yu. He followed Shen Mu while cultivating the Ancestral Dragon's Grand Mystery Art, unleashing various techniques and divine abilities, constantly tempering himself — very diligent. As Shen Mu walked, he circulated his Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art. With each complete cycle, the Ancestral Dragon's Eight Tones sounded once, dragon roars unending, ceaselessly refining his body.
The two headed for the Spirit Energy Transfer Bridge, yet their pace was not slow. Shen Mu refined several batches of Water Element Divine Essence Pills for Jiang Miao, so he could replenish his strength when tired from cultivation. Jiang Miao was not picky.
The Water Element Divine Essence Pills actually tasted bad, but they harmonized with his vital essence, so he ate them with relish and praised Shen Mu's skill.
Shen Mu thought of the Dragon Qilin and sighed inwardly. Just then, he suddenly stopped and glanced around. Jiang Miao hurriedly halted and asked curiously, "Sect Master, what is it? " Shen Mu wore a thoughtful look. "I just sensed something approaching, but when I looked closely, I saw nothing.
Strange. Did I misjudge. .
. " He continued forward. After they had gone far, a peony flower suddenly drifted like blue smoke and transformed into the appearance of Banggong Cuo — except with a deer's leg growing from his body. "That brat actually noticed me.
My cultivation and strength have clearly improved greatly, yet he still detected me. The little bastard's cultivation is rising fast. He even has a little ghost with him, seemingly of the dragon race.
That brat has dog-shit luck to get a true dragon's aid. . . More likely he kidnapped a true dragon! Someone's coming! " No sooner had Banggong Cuo thought this than his ears twitched.