Chapter 741 - 740: Getting on the Highway and an Unexpected Harvest
Chapter 741: Chapter 740: Getting on the Highway and an Unexpected Harvest
Chu Sheng explained the rules of the game "Jinling Thirteen Beauties."
After explaining the rules, he made sure to emphasize a few things.
"Let’s get a few things straight."
"You can’t use Divine Power to sober up."
"And you can’t use Divine Power to get rid of the urge to piss."
"Otherwise, there’s no point in playing."
After hearing this, the six True God Realm masters all showed great interest.
Just sitting here drinking and chatting was indeed getting rather dull.
They had been talking about the same old Sect business over and over again, and they were long since tired of it.
This "Jinling Thirteen Beauties" game was a fresh way to play, and it was perfect for passing the time.
As for being suspicious of Chu Sheng’s motives for approaching them...
’The six of us are all at the True God Realm.’
’What’s there to fear from a little guy at the Divinity Transformation First Layer?’
’Even if he had any ill intentions, they could crush him with a single finger.’
"Fine! We’ll play by your rules. Anyone who cheats is a son of a bitch!"
When the game began, the six of them were still putting on the airs of True God Realm masters, unable to fully let loose.
But after a few rounds, they had lost more than they’d won, and with one cup of Spiritual Wine going down after another, they finally let go of all their inhibitions.
Before, they had been sitting around for two hours and had only finished three bottles of Spiritual Wine.
After the game started, in less than half an hour, all ten bottles of Spiritual Wine on the table were empty.
A distinct flush had appeared on the faces of the six True God Realm experts.
Their eyes had become a little unfocused, and they were all pleasantly tipsy.
Spiritual Wine already had a much stronger kick than ordinary wine, and since they couldn’t use Divine Power to mitigate it, they naturally got drunk much faster.
But Chu Sheng, sitting opposite them, showed no signs of intoxication at all.
His face wasn’t flushed, his breathing was steady, and he seemed completely alert.
All the wine he drank had been taken on by his Soul-Collecting Butterflies.
When one butterfly drank itself into a stupor, he just switched to the next.
With over ten thousand Soul-Collecting Butterflies taking turns, how could he possibly fail to out-drink six True God Realm masters?!
What a joke!!!
However, Chu Sheng didn’t rush to make his move.
The vigilance and Divine Soul sensitivity of a True God Realm expert were on a completely different level from that of someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm.
The slightest unusual stir could be detected.
He planned to wait until they were even more intoxicated before he acted.
Only then would his plan be foolproof.
After a few more rounds of drinks, Chu Sheng had grown familiar with them.
The six True God Realm experts opened up, calling Chu Sheng their brother and chatting about everything under the sun.
They talked about Sect secrets, strange tales, and bizarre events—whatever came to mind.
"Brother Chu, how long have you been in the Divinity Transformation Realm?"
A middle-aged man with a cold, stern demeanor was the one who asked.
His name was Lin Wenjian, a Sword Cultivator with a Cultivation at the True God Realm Third Layer.
Chu Sheng answered casually, "Not long. Less than a month."
"What a pity."
Hearing this, Lin Wenjian shook his head and sighed, his tone filled with regret.
"If you were still in the Profound Understanding Realm, I could have offered you a massive opportunity."
"But now... it’s too late."
Lin Wenjian’s serious expression left Chu Sheng completely baffled.
He leaned in closer.
"Brother, what kind of opportunity is it that you have to be in the Profound Understanding Realm to get?"
"Why would someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm lose that chance?"
Just then, Lin Wenjian drew the nine of spades and, according to the rules, had to take a penalty drink.
He raised his cup and downed it in one gulp.
After drinking, the flush on his face deepened, and he grew even more talkative.
"Brother Chu, do you know which Race’s territory the Southern Sea to our south is?"
Chu Sheng had been in Luoping City for the better part of a day.
He had, of course, already heard about the major powers in the surrounding area.
"Isn’t it the Sea Race?"
Lin Wenjian nodded, then asked another question.
"Then do you know which is the most powerful Race among the Sea Race?"
’The Sea Race is divided into many different Races?’
Chu Sheng truly didn’t know about this.
"That... I’m not so sure about."
The man sitting to Chu Sheng’s left was the portly, middle-aged man who had been the first to greet him.
Everyone else called him Fatty, and he had the most easygoing personality.
Fatty happened to draw the ace of hearts.
According to the rules, he could pick someone to drink.
Fatty excitedly slapped Chu Sheng on the shoulder, as happy as a three-hundred-pound child.
"Younger Brother Chu, your Realm is too low, so it’s normal that you don’t know the specifics of the Sea Race."
"How about this: you drink this cup, and I’ll explain everything to you in detail."
Chu Sheng didn’t refuse.
He nodded, raised his cup, and readily downed it in one go.
After Chu Sheng finished his drink, Fatty cleared his throat and began to explain.
"The Sea Race, like the Demon Race on land, is divided into many different Races—hundreds of them, large and small."
"For example, there’s the Mermaid Race, the Spirit Turtle Race, the Seaweed Race, and so on. Their strengths vary."
"The three most powerful branches of the Sea Race are the Merfolk Race, the Dragon Race, and the Sea Demon Race."
"The Merfolk Race has a close relationship with the Human Race. We often cooperate in commerce, resources, and military matters, so you could consider them allies."
"The Dragon Race rarely sets foot in Human Race territory. They stay in their Deep Sea Dragon Palace year-round and are quite mysterious; very few have ever seen them."
"Only the Sea Demon Race are our mortal enemies. They are constantly at our borders, burning, killing, and plundering."
"The Human Race and the Sea Demon Race have fought countless battles, big and small, for endless years. It has never stopped."
"It is for this very reason that the authorities don’t officially recognize the Sea Demons as part of the Sea Race."
"This is also done to encourage the other Races of the Sea Race to side with the Human Race and isolate the Sea Demon Race."
"Among all these Sea Races, the Dragon Race is without a doubt the most powerful."
Chu Sheng nodded, instantly understanding the intricate politics of it all.
’If I compare the Human Race of the Spirit Realm to Great Xia on Blue Star...’
’Then the Merfolk Race is like the White Eagle Empire or the European Union.’
’On the surface, they have a cooperative and allied relationship with Great Xia.’
’But if a true conflict of interest were to arise, that alliance would immediately fall apart.’
’They would become enemies in the blink of an eye.’
’The Dragon Race is similar to the Witch Race and the Amazon Race—reclusive and rarely getting involved in outside affairs.’
’But their foundation is deep and their power immense, so no one dares to provoke them lightly.’
’The Sea Demon Race, then, is like the Alien Race on Blue Star.’
’They only want to invade the Human Race, plundering resources and territory.’
’There’s no room for negotiation or compromise; meeting them means a fight to the death.’
Fatty waited for Chu Sheng to digest this information about the Sea Race before continuing.
"The opportunity Old Lin mentioned is related to the mysterious Dragon Race."
"The Dragon Race?!"
Chu Sheng’s interest was instantly piqued, and his compound eyes even seemed to brighten.
Whether it was before or after he transmigrated, the status of dragons in the hearts of the Great Xia People had always been the most mysterious and noble.
Chu Sheng was no exception.
He had seen plenty of so-called "dragons" on Blue Star.
But compared to the Eastern Divine Dragons of legend, who could ride the clouds and mists and summon the wind and rain...
...those were, at best, Sub-dragon Species or Western Alien Species.
’Could the Dragon Race of the Southern Sea be true Eastern Divine Dragons?’
Fatty didn’t notice the change in Chu Sheng’s expression and continued his story at a leisurely pace.
"One hundred thousand years ago, a powerful Evil Dragon at the Celestial God Realm appeared in the skies above Luoping City, burning, killing, and plundering everywhere."
"The City Lord at the time fought the Evil Dragon, but within a few moves, he was incinerated to ash by a blast of Dragon Breath. Not even his Divine Soul escaped."
"After killing the City Lord, the Evil Dragon prepared to slaughter everyone in the city."
"Just then, a little boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old, wearing a red apron, suddenly appeared."
"No one knew where he came from, and no one knew who he was."
"The little boy and the Evil Dragon fought a great battle that lasted for an entire month."
"In the end, he slew the Evil Dragon and saved Luoping City."
"Strangely enough, it seemed this Evil Dragon had some kind of conflict with its own kind, the Dragon Race."
"The Dragon Race never showed up, not even when the little boy killed the Evil Dragon."
"Not a single dragon came to claim the body."
"So, the little boy buried the Evil Dragon’s corpse somewhere near Luoping City."