With this conjecture in mind, Ji Yuan didnât bother beating around the bush; he directly questioned the giant whale.
âIs the âMaster Moâ you speak of named Mo Rong?â
Suddenly hearing Ji Yuanâs question, the giant whale, which had been chattering endlessly as it floated on the surface of the sea, instantly froze. One of its eyes cautiously watched Ji Yuan, its heart still pounding in trepidation. It wasnât sure whether to answer yes or no: what if Master Mo had offended this person?
However, Ji Yuan didnât need the giant whale to say it plainly; he could already tell he had guessed correctly from its reaction, and he directly continued.
âIf you are referring to the black flood dragon who cultivated in the Wan Province of Dazhen, then you do not need to wait any longer. Mo Rong will not return.â
The scene Ji Yuan had witnessed years ago, of Mo Rong flowing away into the water after his death, flashed through his mind. Even now, thinking back on the moment that the remnants of his soul departed still filled him with a touch of melancholy. The Old Dragonâs fury was also still fresh in Ji Yuanâs memory.
Looking out at the distant sea, he wondered if that remnant soul had completed its journey âflowing away into the waterâ by now.
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Had it transformed into a wisp of true Qi, devoid of thought or desire, or had it found an opportunity to rebuild itself?
The ocean surface undulated, and the sea breeze continued to blow. The giant whale was clearly not all that stupid; after a short while, it vaguely considered some terrible possibilities. Looking at the Green Vine Sword in Ji Yuanâs hand, its heart trembled slightly.
âYou, what did you do to Master Mo?â
Ji Yuan shook his head and looked at the giant whale again.
âI did nothing. Eight years ago, on Mo Rongâs way back from foraging in the Eastern Sea, he was ambushed by a large number of unidentified demons. He fought with all his might and self-destructed his Dragon Pearl just to escape back to Dazhen. Due to his severe injuries, his inner essence dissipated, and he fell from the sky, eventually perishing in Guangdong Lake soon afterâŠâ
Ji Yuan paused before continuing.
âBefore his demise, I and the old gentleman Ying Hong stood beside Mo Rongâs corpse, watching his dragon soul depart to âflow away into the water.ââ
The giant whale remained silent, seemingly still reeling from the information. After a long while, it murmured in disbelief.
âImpossible, impossible! Master Moâs cultivation was so profound; he could crush me with a flick of his hand. How could he⊠how could he possibly be dead!â
âIs Master Mo truly dead? Or is this man deceiving me? But Master Mo said he would go to the sea every year⊠Could something truly have happened to Master Mo? What will I do in that case? I canât travel up the rivers or to the lakes, and I donât know anyone thereâŠâ
Although it was a giant whale, Ji Yuan could sense its panic. As its massive body swayed, the surrounding ocean waves surged even more violently. Only when it finally calmed down a bit did Ji Yuan speak again.
âWhat business do you have with that black flood dragon? Or are you looking for the old gentleman Ying Hong? Is it you who seeks him, or the âLady Motherâ you spoke of?â
Ji Yuan had instantly thought of many possibilities, and guessed that the âLady Motherâ the giant whale had previously mentioned was the Old Dragonâs legitimate wife, the birth mother of the Dragon Son and Dragon Daughter.
The giant whale was clearly quite worried at this moment, even feeling utterly lost. Hearing Ji Yuanâs words, its worry became even more pronounced, and it mumbled to itself.
âI can only seek Master Mo, I only dared to seek Master MoâŠâ
As if suddenly and belatedly realizing something, it immediately looked at Ji Yuan.
âImmortal Master! Do you know the Dragon Lord?â
Earlier, Ji Yuan mentioned watching the black flood dragonâs soul flow away into the water with the Old Dragon, which clearly implied that he was friends with the Dragon Lord, not enemies. Otherwise, he wouldnât have had the right to stand in such a place at such a time, as that moment was extremely important for those of the dragon lineage.
âI do.â
The giant whale gently stirred the seawater, subconsciously swimming a little closer, and asked in a low voice.
âDo you know him well?â
Ji Yuan looked at him and nodded.
âVery well.â
âThen, then⊠Can you call upon the Dragon Lord?â
The giant whale said, a little agitated and expectant.
Ji Yuan pondered for a moment. Given his friendship with the Old Dragon, and with a clear cause, it shouldnât be difficult to ask him to personally come from Dazhen to meet this giant whale. So, he answered directly.
âI believe I can.â
âThenâŠâ
The giant whale hesitated, dragging out a single word into a long sound before finally saying:
âHow aboutâ How aboutâ How about asking the Immortal Master to⊠to help me inform Lady Ruoli? Or even Prince Feng would do!â
It was quite clear the giant whale was extremely afraid of the old dragon; it whimpered and sobbed for a long time, but ultimately only dared to request to call upon the Dragon Daughter and Dragon Son.
Ji Yuan didnât provoke him further, nodding calmly.
âAlright, I will go call upon them for you. By the way, were you always seeking Mo Rong before? When was the last time you came?â
âIâve never come seeking Master Mo before. The last time I saw him was probably⊠probably forty or fifty years ago. I canât recall exactly.â
Ji Yuan understood. Recalling his conversation with Li Baotian, the City God of Lishun Prefecture back in Wan Province, he calculated that it was roughly around that time that the flood dragon Mo Rong had ust taken residence in Guangdong Lake.
âAlright, wait here for now. Iâll make a trip to the Tongtian River in Dazhen. In the meantime, if you get hungry, try to find a suitable place to eat fish. Those fishermen were quite terrified of you.â
âYes, yes, yes, this Generalâ Er⊠I will certainly do as you say!â
At that point, the giant whale asked in confusion:
âImmortal Elder, arenât you going to ask why I have come here?â
Ji Yuan smiled.
âIt is most likely a family matter. If itâs convenient for me to know, then I will be informed once the person is found. I would also like do ask, do you trust me?â
The giant whale glanced at the Green Vine Sword, which had returned to Ji Yuanâs back. The immortal sword had still not yet concealed itself. The giant whale thought to himself, âhow could I dare openly say that I donât trust him?â
âI trust you! Immortal Master, you are clearly a profound master of the Tao. Hihgly accomplished immortal cultivators rarely lie. I trust you!â
âGood. In that case, I shall take my leave.â
Ji Yuan, unaware of the giant whaleâs little schemes, took to the sky, riding on a clou,d and towards the southwest.
After about a quarter of an hour as Ji Yuan flew away, the giant whale, who had continuously and cautiously watching the distant night sky from the sea, quickly dove down with a âwhooshâ of displaced water.
âFirst things first, better make a quick escape! â
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Approximately a day and a half later, in the River Godâs Underwater Palace in Dazhenâs Tongtian River.
The sky was already bright, but it was still the middle of winter, right before the New Yearâs Eve, so there werenât many boats navigating the Tongtian River at this time.
Ji Yuan descended from the sky on his cloud, directly plunging diagonally into the water, and after a small splash, he disappeared beneath the river surface.
He hadnât actually visited the Tongtian River Godâs underwater palace many times, but he remembered the route perfectly. He swam directly towards the correct location, bypassing the underwater barriers, and arrived at the front of the underwater palace.
Several underwater patrol yakshas spotted someone approaching on the water from afar and gathered around. When Ji Yuan drew closer, they recognized him and immediately bowed with cupped hands.
âWe, the underwater Patrol Yakshas, greet Mr. Ji!â
Ji Yuan had already stopped as the Yakshas approached. He glanced at the faintly visible entrance to the underwater palace behind them, and returned the bow.
âNo need for formalities. I have some business to attend to in the underater palace. I need to see your Dragon Lord, as well as the River Goddess and His Highness Ying. Are they all within the palace? I must trouble you yakshas to inform them!â
The Yakshas looked at Ji Yuan. He emitted no trace of spiritual energy; the murky river waters naturally parted from him. Coupled with his demeanor and manner of speech, it was basically confirmed that he was who he said he was. Moreover, in Dazhen, who would dare impersonate Mr. Ji?
âMister Ji, what are you saying? When you come to our Tongtian River underwater palace, thereâs naturally no need to seek permission. Please, sir, follow me directly into the palace!â
âVery well, please lead the way.â
Although the Yakshas insisted, Ji Yuan could not simply set aside his courtesy.
After accepting his polite bow, two Yakshas led Ji Yuan towards the underwater palace, while the other two swiftly went ahead of them, leaving behind a trail of blurry bubbles as they entered the underwater palace to report.
Not long after, one of the Yakshas arrived at the underground dragon pool deep within the Tongtian Riverâs underwater palace. After passing the guards, it cautiously swam inside, approaching the massive, jet-black form looming in the darkness before it, and respectfully bowed.
âReporting to the Dragon Lord, Mr. Ji has come to see you, the River Goddess, and His Highness Ying.â
From the darkness, it seemed as though two massive curtains lifted, revealing a glossy amber color behind them.
âJi Yuan!â
He mumbled, then instantly transformed into a mist of light, solidifying into an old man in brocade robes. This was none other than Ying Hongâs true form. He then spoke to the Yaksha.
âLetâs go.â
âYes, sir!â
Usually, when something was reported to the Dragon Lord, it would either be met with a âget lost â or complete indifference. The Yaksha couldnât help but marvel at Mr. Jiâs immense influence.
In the main hall of the underwater palace, Ying Ruoli had already arrived early, while Ying Feng happened to be absent.
The Old Dragon approached with unhurried steps. Rather than walking, his movements seemed to glide through the water. But before he could even reach the front hall from where he had entered at the back, he heard his daughterâs uncharacteristically loud cry of astonishment.
âUncle Ji! Are you saying my mother might have sent someone to look for me?â
That shriek made the Old Dragonâs steps halt abruptly. His face contorted with an extremely complex and conflicted mix of expressions. He reached out and grabbed the Yaksha, who was still moving forward.
Startled, the yaksha tried to bow, but the Old Dragon quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
The Old Dragon lightly tapped the Yakshaâs forehead with a finger, and a voice echoed in its mind.
âGo out and say you couldnât summon me! â
The Yakshaâs stared wide-eyed at its Dragon Lord, expression utterly bewildered. Then, the voice sounded in its mind again.
âJust repeat what I told you. Also, Ji Yuanâs ears are very keen; donât give anything away. No need to verbally receive my orders, just just go directly.â
The Yaksha understood. It nodded slightly, turned to glance towards the front hall, and when it looked back at the Dragon Lord, he was already gone.
The Dragon Lordâs current state was something the Yaksha had never witnessed since it had begun working in the underwater palace, but it didnât dare think too much; it only knew the Dragon Lordâs command took precedence.
See ch. 229