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Chapter 210 - 210: 158: This Dragon Lord, Must Not Be Kept

Feng Qing’an responded coldly, his brows furrowing tighter.

He knew of Cangjiang, but he had never seen, let alone knew the original form of the River Water Monarch of Cangjiang. Was this guy mentally ill, glaring at him as if Qing’an had killed his father as soon as they met?

“Don’t know? How could you not know?”

Hongxi, the River Water Monarch of Bailang River, was staring at him deadly, his handsome features now overlayed with layers of red scales, twisting into a ghastly grimace.

But suddenly, the Dragon Lord seemed to realize something. As he scrutinized Feng Qing’an from top to bottom, the grimace faded from his face, and the fine red scales receded.

“Yes, you indeed wouldn’t know my father. I’ve mistaken you for someone else, my apologies!”

A smile spread across the handsome young man’s face as he extended an apology to Feng Qing’an.

“Mistaken?”

Feng Qing’an’s expression remained unchanged, but he was on high alert.

Given the frenzy shown by the River Water Monarch, evidently, he saw Feng Qing’an as someone with whom he shares deep hatred.

Feng Qing’an resembled his elder brother, Feng Qingping, and at that moment, he remembered the sword gifted to him by his older brother, and the many illusions witnessed when he first saw that sword.

One of these had left an indelible impact. It was that of a deadly red-scaled Jiaolong, identical to a real dragon. However, this high being who looked down on the world was slain by a sword and fell into the river, staining the waves red for miles.

Red scales!

Seeing the true shape revealed by the River Water Monarch in his eyes, Feng Qing’an guessed the twisted fate. This fish must have mistaken him for his elder brother.

Reason for the frenzy? Simple. His father now lies dead, slain by the sword his elder brother gifted to him. That’s understandable.

“It appears there’s been a misunderstanding. Young Master Feng is visiting Wuling Mountain for the first time and wouldn’t have had the chance to meet the River Water Monarch. Lord River Water must have been mistaken!”

At this point, the Su family’s host, Su Li, stepped forward to mediate. She hadn’t sent an invitation to the River Water Monarch. The Su Family had no need to court him as their influences did not intersect with the Bailang River.

However, being the host family accommodating the Dragon Lord’s presence, and many uninvited high demons, the Su family had no choice but to welcome all guests with a smile, not daring to offend anyone.

“So the young master’s surname is Feng. I apologize for my lapse in judgment as well as any offense caused. I beg your pardon, Young Master Feng!”

Hongxi, the River Water Monarch of Bailang River, with an ever-brightening smile looked at Nü Luo, the Mountain goddess awakened and staring at him. He even slightly lowered his head in a submissive manner.

But which of the high demons present hadn’t lived for centuries? The sudden shift in Hongxi’s demeanor caused much speculation. But most were just here to be part of the celebration or possibly seize an opportunity. As for the rest, they were simply seeking some excitement in their long and mundane existence.

“If you’ve admitted your mistake, then apologize properly! Aren’t you a dragon? Show us some treasures! Talk is cheap!”

Nü Luo, stretching her enchanting figure, said nonchalantly while sitting up from the Red Leopard, directing her words to him. After speaking, she audaciously stretched herself, and none of the high demons dared to sneak a peek at her, except Feng Qing’an next to her.

“Nü Luo is right. I have been ill-mannered and disturbed Young Master Feng. My humble river region doesn’t hold many treasures besides some local products, please graciously accept them.”

As the Dragon Lord spoke, he raised his hand, revealing a large, lustrous pearl radiating a subtle glow. With a push, the pearl floated towards Feng Qing’an.

“This is a Xuanzhu given to me by an old clam spirit from my river region.

Today, I gift it to Young Master Feng!”

The aura of water spirit emanating from the pearl stirred all the high demons present, making them covetous. Even though it might not resonate with them directly, their trade value was not to be underestimated.

The greed in the eyes of numerous high demons didn’t escape the River Water Monarch, Hongxi, whose eyes flashed a cold gleam.

“Ah, Feng Qing’an, I’ve remembered now!”

The voice of Nü Luo rang in Feng Qing’an’s ears, heard by nobody else, courtesy of the secret technique of Voice Transmission.

“I’ve seen someone resembling you from a distance, but he was terrifying. He simply passed by my mountain from afar and managed to wake me up.

Later, I couldn’t sleep and decided to inquire about that person. I think his name was Feng Qingping, similar to yours. Are you guys related?

If you are related, you better watch out for this bad-luck fish whose father died.The bad-luck fish’s father, the River Water Monarch of Cangjiang he just mentioned, was slain by Feng Qingping, that terrifying human..”