High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 127 - 102: Junior Brother, Please Offer the Villain’s Head to Me (Three-in-One)

Chapter 127: Chapter 102: Junior Brother, Please Offer the Villain’s Head to Me (Three-in-One)

Chen Kuang looked at the lake shrouded in dense mist, muttering to himself:

"In this ghostly High Martial World, how dare a county governor casually use the sacrifice to the Dragon King as an excuse, especially since there has already been a sacrificial event at Dongting Lake before."

"Nowadays, the fishermen by Dongting Lake still pray to the Dragon King before casting their nets, which shows how deeply ingrained their belief is."

"Whether the Dragon King has left or not, how can he, a mere mortal, be certain?"

"Isn’t the governor afraid that sacrificing people indiscriminately would anger the Dragon King and invite punishment?"

"Unless..."

"He truly received instructions from the Dragon King in a dream revelation."

Chen Kuang raised the head in his hand, as another consciousness gradually cleared the picture from the illusion in his mind, he squinted at the tumultuous lake surface.

"You once asked me on the boat whether the Dragon King, who forged error from a moment of goodwill, was right or wrong, and I gave you a satisfactory answer."

"Since that’s the case, now, it’s my turn to ask you a question."

He paused, took a deep breath, and loudly shouted towards the lake surface:

"Senior Brother Wensi, in the story you told, the county governor who sacrificed his daughter to the Dragon King back then, his name was Feng Yu, wasn’t it?!"

Chen Kuang’s voice rolled like waves, spreading a circle of ripples across the water surface, smoothing the lake’s tumult in an instant.

"Boom!"

Thunder rang out, unable to drown out Chen Kuang’s questioning.

In the distance.

On the originally pitch-black and chaotic lake surface.

Suddenly, a light appeared.

A swaying fisherman’s lamp on a small boat slowly emerged from the thick fog.

On the boat, a Raincoat Fisherman was maneuvering a bamboo pole.

He looked up, countless fish eyes under the straw hat all turned towards Chen Kuang.

"Junior brother is indeed very smart."

Wensi sincerely praised.

Though separated by a great distance, his volume didn’t change, yet his voice reached Chen Kuang’s ears with clarity.

The gap in their cultivation level was evident in the details.

Chen Kuang rolled his eyes.

As the governor of Jishao County, he could use countless excuses to kill, but absolutely couldn’t use the existence of the Lake Dragon King at Dongting Lake casually, realizing that both versions of the story were half-truths.

Because the Lake Dragon King... it really exists.

And while others don’t know if the Lake Dragon King still exists, how could Chen Kuang not know?

The Dragon King himself personally sent him to Dongting Lake!

The question derived from Wensi’s own account of the story made it clear that he was extremely opposed to the events of that year.

And he cared deeply about his reputation.

Under such circumstances, Wensi could not possibly stand idly by on this matter.

Unless... he was the one who orchestrated it!

This made Chen Kuang find it odd, as Wensi disappeared after sending him with the mission of "delivering him to Qingyun," where could he have gone?

Or perhaps he never left?

Since he originated from Dongting Lake, returning to take root there was quite understandable.

But why did he direct the governor in this matter?

Chen Kuang first thought of three prerequisites regarding Wensi.

Firstly, the story he told had no ending; whether it was the sacrificed daughter or the governor, it all abruptly halted when the Music Saint Xi Mengquan jumped into the lake and gave the Lake Dragon King a beating.

Secondly, he had set a prohibition upon himself, never to step on land, only to delve deep into cultivation under water.

Thirdly, his attitude towards Xi Mengquan was disrespectful, directly calling him "old miser."

If a perfect ending had occurred when Xi Mengquan arrived then, Wensi should treat Xi Mengquan as a benefactor, and certainly wouldn’t have such an attitude.

So there could only be one possibility, even though anyone hearing this story would feel the Music Saint dazzlingly appeared, surely bringing a good ending where virtues conquer evils.

But in reality, Xi Mengquan didn’t solve any problems, or... maybe he was late.

Moreover, Chen Kuang realized Dragon’s Gums could not possibly be made of the cheap senior brother’s teeth, because although the senior brother claimed to be the Lake Dragon King, in reality, his true form was not a dragon, but... a fish.

His teeth, though they looked alike, were in fact made of entirely different material.

Chen Kuang discovered just now, after using the Dragon Gum Zither to beat Fan Hailong to death, that the zither’s sturdiness had long surpassed the range any teeth could offer.

Bai Fen’s Heaven-Burning Sword had already broken in his hand earlier, yet the Dragon Gum Zither was even sturdier than the Heaven-Burning Sword!

Even for a demon’s flesh, it was somewhat excessive.

If every tooth on him had such strength, he would have long been the East Sea Dragon King, not just the Lake Dragon King of Dongting Lake...

The true Dragon’s Gums, however, remains of unclear origin.

Senior Brother Wensi was no honest fish, and collaborated with Xi Mengquan to fool him...

But it could be confirmed, that story the Nameless Musician told had nothing to do with Dragon’s Gums.

It was just a tragedy that happened by Dongting Lake.

But, the governor who sacrificed his daughter.

The governor now intending to sacrifice tens of thousands.

Felt familiar.

Chen Kuang suddenly understood why Wensi would truly instruct Feng Yu to conduct the sacrifice, giving him such a good excuse.

Because Wensi himself couldn’t leave the waters.

If he wanted to kill people outside the water domain, he’d need someone to act for him.

But Xi Mengquan didn’t kill back then.

Not only did he not kill, but he might have given Wensi a condition to have Chen Kuang come and kill years later.