Chapter 625: The Bustle of Shangjing

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Moyuan said, “Now, the forces all over the Desolate Sea had calmed down, and the various Water Demons in North Cang hardly ever fought. As the Lord of North Cang, I didn’t have much to do. With so many people under me, they weren’t just eating without working, right?”

“Besides…”

“I also wanted to go back to the Mortal World and see; it had been a long time since I last went.”

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, “When you lied now, it was flawless.”

Moyuan laughed when he heard that and didn’t argue back.

He also knew he couldn’t fool Mr. Chen.

So he said, “The journey wasn’t short. After all, I was a True Dragon, and I was probably faster than Mr. Chen’s Sword Flight. When the time came, I’d carry Mr. Chen, and he could rest.”

Chen Changsheng laughed at him, “As the Lord of North Cang, why should you become a mount for someone? After so many years, why do you still think that way?”

Moyuan laughed and said, “I didn’t care about that. I wasn’t bothered to be Lord of North Cang. I only knew that without Mr. Chen, I would have died under West Bridge back then.”

“You…”

Chen Changsheng could only sigh helplessly in the end.

Moyuan said, “Anyway, this time I must follow Mr. Chen back. Whatever he said, I wouldn’t change my mind, I just wouldn’t.”

His words were firm and strong; there was no way to talk it over.

Chen Changsheng laughed and said, “If you want to follow, how could I, Chen Changsheng, stop you? Just as long as you don’t mind it looking silly.”

“Being a mount for Mr. Chen isn’t silly at all.”

“Your mouth hasn’t changed one bit.”

“That’s true.”

So it was decided like that.

Chen Changsheng then asked about another matter, “Earlier, I heard from the Old Dragon King that the Eldest Prince came with you to the Desolate Sea. Why haven’t I seen him?”

Moyuan said, “Him? The North Cang is wide, and the Demon Sovereigns there often have little fights. He volunteered to manage it, really to train himself. By his own words, until he fought across all of North Cang, he wouldn’t be worthy to call himself the Eldest Prince of the Dragon Palace.”

Chen Changsheng said after hearing that, “When I saw him in the Dragon Palace before, he seemed down and lazy. But now he’s truly full of spirit.”

Moyuan nodded and said, “Exactly. After all, he’s the Eldest Prince of the Dragon Palace. It’s okay not to be great, but being too weak is no good.”

Because this Eldest Prince was like the face of the Dragon Palace, and the Old Dragon King’s pride. He couldn’t just stay lazy forever.

“What about Chenghuang? Have you heard anything about him in these years?” Chen Changsheng asked.

Moyuan said, “He loved to wander far away and hated the fighting in the Desolate Sea. These years, he had been traveling through the Cultivation World, visiting mountain schools. He came to see me every one or two years, and he had improved a lot. Last time he came by, he could already last over a hundred moves against me.”

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, “As long as he’s safe, that’s fine.”

Moyuan smiled warmly when he heard that. He knew Mr. Chen well—no matter how good or bad they did outside, he only cared that they were safe.

May twenty-seventh.

A True Dragon rose above North Cang in the Desolate Sea.

At the dragon’s head, a Green-Robed Gentleman sat cross-legged, riding the dragon upward.

The weather in the Desolate Sea changed a lot. In just a moment, heavy rain poured down and thunder rolled, making the Desolate Sea churn with big winds.

Water Demons all backed away, not daring to lift their heads.

“Roar!”

The Dragon’s Roar shook the air, and the thunder stopped. The heavy rain lightened that very instant.

The storm faded away!

Chen Changsheng sat still on the dragon’s head, quietly practicing Cultivation.

Moyuan soared into the clouds, carrying Mr. Chen straight toward the Mortal World.

His eyes held a wish to remember and a hope for the future.

He longed for the small Taoist Temple up on that hill and hoped for the days when he traveled with Mr. Chen.

No matter how long he had battled in the Desolate Sea or how many great things he had done, he still missed the simple peace of long ago.

It was like an old saying in the Mortal World: The place where your heart finds peace is home.

Shangjing City was very lively. On June third, the Conference of Immortal Enfeoffment was happening. Lots of people had come to join in the excitement, most of them Jianghu People. Jianghu People had a strong love for crowds. For these wanderers of Jianghu, they often had no fixed path. If they ran into something, they went.

The woman with a Spear on her back had a dog-tail grass in her mouth. She sat on a donkey, swaying slowly, and entered the capital.

The donkey was stolen—taken from thieves. It was just luck for her and bad for the thieves.

A Tabby Cat lay in the woman’s arms. It opened its eyes and saw crowds of people everywhere; it was so lively.

“Oh, fatty cat, awake?”

Ruyi teased it with a laugh.

The Tabby Cat looked back and gave her a stare, but didn’t say a word.

Ruyi chuckled and patted its head.

At some point, Lihua had stopped resisting when Ruyi touched her head.

“We’ve reached Shangjing now. In two days, it’s the Conference of Immortal Enfeoffment. Things are getting busy already.”

Once inside Shangjing City, she couldn’t ride the donkey anymore. So Ruyi got down and walked beside it, leading it by the rope. As for Lihua, she was lazy and didn’t want to get down, so she kept lying on the donkey.

Lihua asked softly, “Where are we staying?”

Ruyi said, “Same old way, as always.”

Lihua felt a little helpless, but didn’t argue back.

They walked around Shangjing City once, but in the end, Ruyi didn’t find a broken yard where beggars stayed.

After ending up circling the whole city, they went back out through the gates.

“Ah.”

Ruyi sighed and said, “Bad luck. We’ll have to sleep in a broken temple.”

The main difference was that the temple was riskier and chillier at night. Being outside the city, there were fewer rules to follow.

Lihua didn’t care: she used to it by now.

All these years, Ruyi had filled their bellies by asking for food or robbing bandits. Sometimes she was rich, sometimes poor. But she had never been mean to Lihua. When she had money, she bought Lihua fish. Lihua remembered it in her heart.

Not far out from the capital, they found a temple for the Earth God.

“Someone’s already here…”

Ruyi stepped closer and looked. The broken temple had quite a few people inside.

They were all Jianghu People, probably on guard for a shipment from their clothes.

But there were so many…

Ruyi wasn’t sure if she should say anything.

One woman in the group saw what she was thinking and spoke up, “Miss, do you want to stay the night here too?”

Ruyi snapped out of it and said, “Huh? Yes, that’s right. Could I? I just have one cat and a donkey.”

The woman smiled after hearing that and said, “This temple isn’t ours, miss. You’re free to stay; you don’t need our okay. Just don’t mind being crammed in.”

Ruyi replied, “Of course I don’t mind.”

With those guarding shipments, more were men. But Ruyi was fine with that; no big deal, with Lihua around. In those early days when she had just left, Lihua had really given her a feeling of safety.

That woman who spoke was very welcoming. She called Ruyi to sit next to her.

She had a certain respect in the group, with space around her.

“Little sister, where are you from?” the woman asked.

Ruyi answered, “From Dongyu City.”

She couldn’t tell the real truth.

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