I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 359: Chapter 156: Endorsement, Bullying the Support (5k)_2

He still harbors kindness in his heart, so let him return to the river and quietly wait for his ascension.

Supreme Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master.”

The Taoist priest bowed and chanted respectfully, his face full of compassion, as if King Guilong was about to die. The Taoist, out of mercy, had given him a dignified way out.

Wen Yan blinked and returned the bow seriously.

”The Daoist is right, I’ll go and talk to King Guilong now.”

After turning away, Wen Yan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—this Taoist priest isn’t some cold-hearted bastard, but actually pretty perceptive. He sensed that Wen Yan was pleading for King Guilong and just said it out loud—essentially using his authority to endorse that King Guilong was about to bite the dust.

As long as King Guilong leads the river away and restores peace here, he can just stay quietly in the river. Best not show up again for a while—everyone will just treat it like he’s gone home to wait for death.

This Taoist priest, he even knows exactly what Wen Yan fed them, protecting their core vitality.

Wen Yan, right under everyone’s noses, brought over a whole pile of food to King Guilong—anyone with half a brain could see King Guilong definitely wasn’t going to die.

Daring to say this—it’s not just being lenient, it’s straight-up shutting Cai Qidong up for him.

Wen Yan came to King Guilong again, telling him to hurry up and move the water away—it’s been over a day, who knows what the news outside is like now.

After all, no matter what, King Guilong did break a taboo—leading the river over the banks. If this had happened a thousand years ago, whatever the excuse, he’d still have to take a trip to the Beheading Dragon Platform.

Now, even the Purple Robe Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain is willing to show him mercy—that’s a glimmer of hope, at least.

Wen Yan interacted with King Guilong twice. This guy has his flaws, but calling him evil is a stretch. Calling him dumb? Well, that’s not totally wrong. All in all, Wen Yan feels like King Guilong is the kind who doesn’t mess around with big stuff, but gets smacked around every so often for the small things.

Wen Yan was trying his best to talk sense into him, afraid King Guilong would get stubborn again.

But, unexpectedly, King Guilong is well-behaved this time. Whatever Wen Yan says, he just nods along.

It’s all over now—Hu Yuan is dead, and King Guilong has started reflecting. Right now, he’s imagining what exactly Wen Yan said to the Celestial Master’s Taoist that could get those Dragon Tiger Mountain bastards to let him off the hook.

He knows that the Celestial Master Mansion has a magic artifact—the core material comes from a dragon’s body.

Plus, there’s a rare treasure talisman. When it’s bestowed, it needs to use the dragon clan’s belly skin as a vessel.

If they ever get a chance to kill a dragon, the Celestial Master Mansion would be more than happy.

Because after the kill, the corpse would never go to waste. Given the Celestial Master’s status, they’d get exactly the parts they want.

The more King Guilong thinks about it, the more he feels Wen Yan must have paid a huge price.

”If those...”

”Shut up!” Wen Yan barked in a low voice. Then he lowered his tone: ”Just do as you’re told—this is already the best result. As for the rest, don’t worry about it. Just make sure from now on you don’t do something reckless like this again, and stop causing trouble. And don’t talk back.”

Wen Yan was just terrified that King Guilong’s stubborn streak would kick in again, quickly telling him to stop talking.

King Guilong obediently shut his mouth, saying nothing more, and very dutifully began guiding the river back the way it came.

As he was leaving, he snuck a glance at Tuoba Martial God standing far away, doing his standing meditation with eyes closed, not even sparing him a look.

Deep down, he remembered Wen Yan’s kindness—talking Tuoba Martial God into it first, then the stinky Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain. The price must’ve been unimaginable.

At the very least, he figured there’s nothing he could cough up that’s anywhere close in value to his own dragon body.

Getting scolded actually made King Guilong feel even guiltier—his nose tingled with sourness.

King Guilong rolled the river away as he left—this power wasn’t an ability he had as a Water God, but an inborn power as a dragon.

It was finally settled—Wen Yan let out a long sigh of relief.

He checked the time. Almost midnight, and Tuoba was still standing there like a statue.

”You’re not leaving yet?”

Tuoba opened his eyes—it’s a rare opportunity. The closer it got to midnight, the stronger he became. It really was a unique experience.

Too bad he couldn’t stay until 12. He had to go.

Wen Yan already saw through his identity, but he wasn’t worried. Wen Yan himself was with the Scorching Sun Department and had plenty of background.

And on top of that, Fuyu Mountain took in orphans—every week when he had time, Wen Yan would actually go to the orphanage to be the chef.

He could tell—when Wen Yan was swinging the big spatula, eating with all the kids, he was truly relaxed, and frankly, seemed really happy.

He had a natural trust in Wen Yan, but not necessarily anyone else.

In fact, there was a lot he wanted to chat with Wen Yan about—a rare person who knew who he really was, yet could act normal with him.

Too bad, this just wasn’t the right time. He gave a slight bow, his figure flickered, and with a bang, disappeared on the spot, vanishing off to the east.

After Tuoba disappeared, Wen Yan suddenly slapped his own forehead—damn, he’d forgotten to ask the one thing he most wanted to ask.

He really wanted to know—why is Tuoba Martial God called Tuoba Martial God? It doesn’t even match his real name.

Oh well, I’ll ask next time.

Knew it, the way Tuoba is now, if he asked, the guy would probably just put on airs again.

I’ll ask Zhang Xuewen about it when I get the chance.

The sound of helicopter blades whirred in from the distance.

Wen Yan slung the Tiger Stone Carving on his back and headed over to Lord Zhu’s side—Lord Zhu had been enjoying the drama the whole time and was thoroughly entertained.