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Chapter 222 - 222: 163 The young master is kindhearted and cannot bear to see father and son separated_2

rain, granting life to this place, making the grass, trees, fruits, and vegetables destroyed by the great war grow anew.

“This young man harbors compassion but is not like his elder brother, he associates too closely with those of different kind and does not understand the principle of alienation of those not of the same species! Alas!”

A sigh and the shadow of the Ghost God disappeared along with the humid spring wind.

Feng Qing’an, who had entered the forest, did not venture far into Wuling Mountain before he encountered a girl riding on a Red Leopard. She looked dispirited; however, the moment she saw Feng Qing’an, she stared at him, looked him up and down, and then exclaimed in disbelief,

“You’re actually not a ghost!”

“I’m a human!”

Feng Qing’an responded unhappily.

“But, that’s not right. Hongxi was so furious and wanted to eat you alive. How come not even a single hair of yours has fallen off? How did you survive?”

“Because I stabbed it to death!”

Feng Qing’an answered, waving his hand to bring out the massive body of Chi Wen. He let it fall onto the rotten twigs and leaves, and its heavy body even made the forest vibrate slightly.

“Oh, wrong, it’s still gasping for breath. I went into the forest to look for you, intending to invite you for sashimi!”

“Is it really Hongxi?!”

Seeing the dying Chi Wen in front of her, Nü Luo was frightened. However, her expression quickly turned sorrowful, looking at Feng Qing’an with disappointment,

“What are you doing savoring sashimi now? Go and find his treasure! This guy was a River Water Monarch, do you know how much treasure he has collected in his water palace?”

“Where is Bailang River? And where is Hongxi’s River Water Monarch Mansion?”

Feng Qing’an asked, keeping his face expressionless and retracting Chi Wen, who had anger flickering in his eyes.

Because he heard Nü Luo tell Feng Qing’an to steal his nest, the thought of his lifetime worth of savings falling into the hands of his enemy’s relative almost choked him to death.

“I know, follow me!”

Even though she wanted to taste the sashimi of Chi Wen, Nü Luo was more interested in the treasures. She led the way after one glance at Feng Qing’an’s belt.

She didn’t care how Feng Qing’an killed Hongxi, nor was she interested in finding out. All she needed to know was that this annoying guy was gone. That was enough for her.

It should be said, this guy died miserably just like his father. It is said that the Water Monarch of the Cangjiang was killed by a sword through the heart, and this guy died in the same way, stabbed through the reverse scale and into the heart. Truly like father, like son.

Perhaps because the task she was about to do was too exciting, Nü Luo used the authority of the Mountain god to create a foothold around her and Feng Qing’an. This increased their speed greatly, so the trees seemed like illusions that flashed by.

After cruising through the forests for nearly half an hour, Feng Qing’an heard a rumble like thunder, which was the crashing of waves. Then he saw the wide river meandering between the mountains.

Because of the uneven height of the mountains and the dangerous terrain where the river passed, the river was turbulent and stormy. Looking around, all he saw were white waves.

The Bailang River, true to its name! “Hongxi’s Dragon Palace is down there!”

Nü Luo brought Feng Qing’an to the widest stretch of the river, which was also the slowest flowing part of this large river. Here, far away from human dwellings, the water clan was particularity active. From time to time, Silver Scales would leap out of the water, revealing their nimble figures in mid -air.

Looking at the continuous waves in front of him, Feng Qing’an fell silent. He had a natural fear of water since he was a child, and had never ventured into waters that went above his waist. His fishing experience was limited to shallow ponds where the water covered only his calves.

“What is it? Aren’t you going in?”

Nü Luo, who had been leading the way, turned her head to look at the suddenly silent youth next to her with surprise.

“Go in, of course I’m going in!”

As a mortal, Feng Qing’an had been afraid of the monsters and ghosts hiding in the water. But now that the largest creature from this river was lying in his belt, there was nothing left in the river for him to fear.

As his voice fell, a petite Golden Scaled Flood Dragon sprang from his collar, transformed into a small three-foot creature and twined around his arm.

Just before Feng Qing’an’s eyes, the turbulent water flow suddenly became calm, and a visible path into the water appeared in front of him.

“Aren’t you coming down with me?”

Feng Qing’an, who had already taken a few steps towards the water, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the dispirited girl behind him.

“I’ll wait for you ashore then!” Nü Luo responded.

“You’re not afraid of water, are you?”

Feng Qing’an suddenly asked.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Me, the mountain god of Wuling, afraid of water?”

Nü Luo was instantly annoyed and embarrassed.

“Then come down with me!”

“Fine, I will! And when I go, I’ll loot all the treasures in the Dragon Palace, not even leaving the floor tiles for you!”

The girl, vexed, jumped off the Red Leopard. Seeing Feng Qing’an ready to proceed, she hurriedly stopped him,

“Hey, what’s the hurry? Wait for me!”

The youth turned around, just to see the goddess rushing to his side, pulling his sleeve and seemingly refusing to let go.

Such a disgraceful deity!

The youth who had never let water go past his thighs complained in his heart. He extended a hand, and a magnificent Golden Halberd appeared in it. From the Halberd, energetic surges emerged, encircling the young man and woman, isolating them from the river.

“You managed to subdue this divine weapon!?”

Nü Luo stared, astounded, at the familiar weapon in Feng Qing’an’s hand with lingering fear.

‘Yes!”

Feng Qing’an replied calmly, albeit feeling quite satisfied inside. The water-controlling power of the divine weapon in his hand provided him with a deep sense of security, keeping him utterly dry even as he submerged into the water.

“Feeling smug?

The girl muttered under her breath, watching Feng Qing’an’s demeanor.

“Any treasures you find in the Dragon Palace that you like, you may take!” Feng Qing’an said.

“Oh, you’re quite generous. Aren’t you aware of how wealthy a renowned Flood Dragon like Hongxi is?

Nu LUO 100Kea at Feng Qing’an In surprise.

“The most valuable treasure is already in my hand!”

Feng Qing’an hinted.

“But you still have to look around first! But since you’ve already said it, I am going to take you at your word. If I pick out a nice treasure later, don’t go back on your words!” “I won’t go back on my words!”

Feng Qing’an laughed.

As the two slowly sank beneath the water’s surface, the light around them dimmed. After a moment of darkness, a pinprick of light flickered in the dark, growing brighter, before finally transforming into a magnificent sprawling palace complex.

“I have long heard that the Dragon Clan is extremely wealthy. Having seen it today, the reputation is indeed well-deserved!”

Standing before the Water Mansion of Bailang River with the goddess, Feng Qing’an could not help but exclaim. The dwelling of River Water Monarch was extravagant beyond the imagination of ordinary mortals. It had white jade beams, golden tiles, floors paved with silver, and pearls like sand!

“Who are you? How dare you break into the Dragon Palace!”

Just as Feng Qing’an was exclaiming at the wealth of the Flood Dragon, a childish reproachful voice came. Feng Qing’an looked in the direction of the voice.

A boy, who appeared as young as a human toddler, was riding on a giant prawn, grabbing its feelers, holding a small spear in his hand, looking high and mighty. Several prawn soldiers and crab generals followed behind him, and an old tortoise looking very similar to a human was also visible. However, this old tortoise looked extremely tense at the moment.

“I’m a close friend of your father. Who might you be?”

Seeing the budding horns on the child’s head and his baby-faced features, Feng Qing’an acknowledged him as Hongxi’s son. Feng Qing’an had a plan in mind to deal with this, and he started with a smile.

He did not believe in pulling up weeds by the roots. He was a kind person, and could not bear to see the separation of father and son, on either side of life and death. What he enjoyed most was bearing witness to the beautiful end of a family reuniting..