My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 87: Wucheng

"Bring wine! Bring the good wine!"

The Iron Armor General sat back on his stone throne and boomed for the White Ape Little Demons to bring more wine and meat.

"Ah, Little Brother Wang, I may not have fine dishes, but I have plenty of fine wine. This is brewed by the apes of my White Ape Kingdom from a hundred different fruits gathered in a single cave. We trade it with your Profound Carp Association for Spirit Pills every year. Even Cultivators can drink it, and it has the effect of nourishing one’s essence and strengthening the body."

Yang Jing took a seat below the general’s.

Two White Apes carried over a stone urn and carefully poured a bowl for Yang Jing.

The viscous, pale-yellow liquor drew out a long, thin thread as it poured. It looked more like honey than wine.

Yang Jing swept his Bright Qi Talent over it. After confirming the liquor contained only abundant Spiritual Mechanism and no murky, malevolent qi, he raised the bowl and took a sip.

The thick liquid transformed into a surging Spiritual Stream the moment it went down his throat, nourishing his body.

Yang Jing’s face immediately flushed red, and the qi and blood throughout his body began to stir restlessly.

Si Yuan watched, his expression covetous. This Monkey Wine was available for exchange at the Profound Carp Association, but only in very small quantities. Drinking it could speed up recovery after using a Secret Technique that consumed Essence Blood.

But the two White Apes acted as if they hadn’t seen his expression at all, simply pouring a bowl of plain water into his bowl.

Seeing this, Si Yuan shot a cold glare at everyone present, then flicked his sleeves and stormed out.

The Iron Armor General took a sip of Monkey Wine, his face slightly flushed, and picked up a slice of stir-fried heart.

"Little Brother Wang, it seems I’ve inadvertently caused you to offend your superior."

’He knows this Iron Armor General did it on purpose, making me an enemy of my direct superior. This way, I’ll have no choice but to rely on this group of foreign demons.’

He took another large gulp of Monkey Wine, feigning drunkenness. He then told them about how Si Yuan was coveting the Alchemist under his command.

"That old bastard is forcing me to send my wife and concubines back to the Cai Kingdom! I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!"

Yang Jing cursed furiously.

The Iron Armor General’s eyes lit up.

"So, Little Brother Wang, you have such a grudge against that old man Si Yuan. As long as the matter with the Wu Family is handled well, I’ll report this to my Sovereign and have him send a message to the president of the Profound Carp Association to seek justice for you!"

Yang Jing immediately put on a deeply moved expression and, as if baring his soul, revealed many of Si Yuan’s past scandals.

The Iron Armor General signaled the Turtle Demon with his eyes.

The Turtle Demon understood and nodded.

"Little Brother Wang, do you know why we’ve come to the Chen Kingdom this time?"

Yang Jing let out a drunken hiccup.

"Isn’t it for the Wu Family?"

"The mere Wu Family is nothing. A True Disciple of the Dark Spring Demon Sect is worthless in our Demon Country." The Turtle Demon’s face took on a mysterious look. "We came for a Pure-blooded Flood Dragon that went missing over sixty years ago!"

Yang Jing feigned shock, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

"A Pure-blooded Flood Dragon! Doesn’t that mean it has the potential to reach the Nascent Soul realm?!"

The Turtle Demon’s expression became wistful.

"It’s more than just Nascent Soul potential. Back when the Flood Dragon Mother was pregnant with the child, the celestial phenomena shifted. Storm clouds gathered over the entire Qishui Kingdom, crimson clouds filled the sky, and vast Celestial Thunder rumbled. Countless Little Demons were scared out of their wits. Even the water level of the Qishui River rose by three feet."

Yang Jing was so stunned he was speechless.

"Then... doesn’t that mean it has the potential for Divinity Transformation?!"

The Turtle Demon chuckled smugly a few times.

"Back then, the Sovereign of Qi saw her son as the key to the Flood Dragon Race’s revival. She tried to suppress the astonishing omens, only informing her own brother, the Sovereign of Xun, and planned to raise the child in secret after birth. I, this Old Turtle, was serving as the State Minister in her Flood Dragon palace at the time. That very day, I secretly reported it to the Royal Court."

’I never would have thought that the one who betrayed the Sovereign of Qi was this unassuming Old Turtle right in front of me.’

"Brother Gui, having performed such a monumental service, your status in the Demon Country must be extraordinary!"

The Old Turtle gave an awkward laugh and slapped his thigh in frustration.

"I thought my contribution was a sure thing. The Demon Emperor back then had planned to wait until the Sovereign of Qi gave birth before snatching the child. But who would have thought that slut would secretly contact that Sword Madman from the Taixu Sword Sect, who stole the child away? It vanished without a trace. A cooked duck flew away! The Demon Emperor was furious. I, this Old Turtle, was lucky not to be punished, let alone expect a great reward."

As the Old Turtle spoke of this painful memory, tears welled up in his old eyes.

Yang Jing hurriedly offered some words of comfort.

"A hero in his twilight years still harbors grand ambitions. Brother Gui, you mustn’t let yourself sink into despair!"

[Affinity: 38]

Yang Jing hadn’t expected that this old coot’s Affinity would actually increase.

The Old Turtle’s beady green eyes shone with a determined light.

"Little Brother Wang, a real opportunity has finally arrived. It turns out there was a spy from the Dark Spring Demon Sect among those Sword Cultivators back then. The Flood Dragon child was never taken back to the Taixu Sword Sect; it disappeared within the borders of the Chen Kingdom. And the one killed by the Taixu Sword Sect’s True Disciple, Song Luoxi, during the Autumn Defense was none other than the son of that very spy!"

Yang Jing’s face lit up with joy.

"You mean the Flood Dragon child is hidden somewhere near Huangyuan Marketplace?!"

The Old Turtle nodded firmly.

"It must be! Otherwise, why would Wu Chunqiu, a perfectly good True Disciple of the Dark Spring Demon Sect, come all the way out here to Huangyuan Marketplace?"

Even the Iron Armor General and the Mingyi Dog nodded in firm agreement.

"Spies sent by the Demon Country to various parts of the Chen Kingdom are all converging on Huangyuan Marketplace. Little Brother Wang, we must find the Flood Dragon child as quickly as possible! We have to be the first!"

The Iron Armor General said with great fervor.

Yang Jing’s expression turned solemn.

"To think that I, Wang Tong, a mere Qi Cultivator, can participate in such a momentous event... it truly makes my blood boil with excitement! Rest assured, everyone. I have some connections in Huangyuan Marketplace. I’ll definitely be able to investigate everything the Wu Family has done these past few years down to the last detail!"

The Iron Armor General nodded in satisfaction. ’First, I cut off this Wang Tong’s retreat by creating a rift between him and Si Yuan. Then, I dangled the great prize of the Flood Dragon child. I refuse to believe he won’t give it his all to assist us.’

This time, he had brought the Old Turtle Wu Cheng and the Mingyi Dog Gou Santong. Wu Cheng had served the Sovereign of Qi for three hundred years and was exceptionally familiar with the aura of the Qishui Flood Dragon lineage. As for Gou Santong, the patriarch of the Mingyi Dog clan, he possessed the Bright Qi Talent and was a master of tracking auras.

With the help of this one person and two demons, the Flood Dragon child was already halfway into his grasp.

Yang Jing drank until the moon was high in the sky. He called the Three Demons his brothers at the wine table, downing a full half-urn of Monkey Wine before finally staggering out of the Demon Cave.

Wang Tong’s Flying Spiritual Artifact was a lavishly decorated Flying Bed.

Yang Jing took the Flying Bed out of his Storage Bag, sat on it, and flew toward Huangyuan Marketplace.

After he had flown some distance, the Iron Armor General gave a look, and Gou Santong followed his aura in pursuit. The matter of the Flood Dragon was too important. Even though this Wang Tong was from the Profound Carp Association, the general didn’t trust him completely.

Yang Jing steered the Flying Bed, his heart taut with tension. The reek of alcohol on his body was instantly blown away by the clear wind, and his mind became perfectly clear.

Just as he was flying over a valley, a crimson flare of fire suddenly erupted from below, engulfing the Flying Bed.

The Flying Bed’s innate protective shield only lasted for two breaths before it shattered completely.