Chapter 1015 — It Never Rains but It Pours
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Dragon Qilin lifted a claw, seized the steamer lid, and cried: "Sect Master! In ancient times, men carried their coffins to court; today, Long Pi steams himself and seeks an audience. I have a tale to tell the Sect Master. If the Sect Master will hear it, I'll come down. If the Sect Master won't, I'll steam myself done and let the Sect Master carry me off and eat me."
Shen Mu set Ling'er down and laughed: "Fat Long, dinner's served. Get down here."
"Oh." Dragon Qilin hopped down from the steamer basket.
God King Langwan asked curiously: "Long Pi likes eating spirit pills? I have a Treasure Bowl here. Put a single spirit pill into the bowl, and a hundred will come gushing out. Do you like it?"
Dragon Qilin thought it over and decided to surrender to this woman, thinking: "This woman is formidable. She panders to my every liking; I cannot stand against her."
Suddenly a little greenfinch came fluttering over and landed on Dragon Qilin's head, cocking its head to study God King Langwan with curiosity.
God King Langwan's eyes turned, and she handed the Treasure Bowl she had just produced to the little greenfinch. The bird alighted on the ground and became Yan'er.
God King Langwan pinched up a spirit pill and dropped it into the bowl, smiling: "Little sister Yan'er, look."
The spirit pill fell into the bowl, and at once a clattering torrent of spirit pills came pouring out. Yan'er was astonished and overjoyed. She picked up a pill at random and popped it into Dragon Qilin's mouth, beside herself with delight: "With this bowl, everything will be so much easier from now on!"
God King Langwan smiled faintly—and saw that Shen Mu had walked on ahead and was surveying the layout of the Heavenly Lord Residence. A great many Jingping craftsmen were repairing it, and it had been decorated most lavishly: carved beams and painted rafters, jeweled towers and jade halls.
God King Langwan went up to him. Shen Mu said: "Sister God King, do not always use your spirit consciousness to probe the thoughts of others. If you always go about your dealings with people this way, they will have no secrets left before you. You know every thought they have, and you can create things besides—it makes you seem far too calculating."
God King Langwan laughed: "Holy Infant, as a God King of the Creator race, knowing what all living beings think is precisely the strength of my race. As the Holy Infant of the Creator race, you now possess that same formidable power. To have power and not use it—is that not letting it go to waste?"
Before Shen Mu could speak, God King Shujun walked over and said lazily: "Holy Infant, have you still not seen it, still not worked it out? God King Langwan is the one and only God King of the Other Shore World, a being who can even stand against Heavenly Lord Shen—how could her mind be simple and open? The very moment we entered the Other Shore World, which of us was not arranged neatly into place by her? She holds the entire Creator race in her grasp; such calculation and such methods are perfectly normal."
God King Langwan glanced at him and said with a smile: "What is the God King babbling about?"
"Nothing."
Shujun opened his robe, revealing a gaunt, withered body—since his spirit consciousness had not yet recovered to what it once was, the flesh he had visualized was skin and bones, two rows of ribs laid bare. He said: "I do not wish to remain in the Other Shore World. One reason is that I want to know whether the Great Emperor is still in the Heavenly Court. Another is that I know I would accomplish nothing even if I stayed. The power of the Other Shore World is held tight in God King Langwan's hands. Even if she left the Other Shore World with you, I still could not seize any power from her."
He laughed: "And is it not the same with you, Holy Infant? Think it over carefully: your prestige among the Creator race is immense, but do you hold any real authority? Can you mobilize any of the Creator clans?"