I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 559: Chapter 222: Installing Street Lights, Turning Faces as Quickly as Flipping Through a Book (5k)_3

So, Wen Yan was given a month of paid leave, told to rest up well at home and recover from his injuries.

Wen Yan said he wasn’t injured at all.

The director replied, psychological trauma is even worse! Take two months off!

If you dare refuse, that’s putting the director on the same level as Cai Heizi, making the director look bad!

Wen Yan had no choice but to agree.

Even though he knew the director was just superstitious, thinking something bad would happen if he went to the funeral home.

A plain but fulfilling day came to an end.

At night, after everyone was asleep, Wen Yan lay down to sleep too, and tried again to use his dreams to search.

This time, as soon as he woke in his dream, he saw a bracelet on his wrist, which turned to water and began swirling around him.

He instantly understood—this was the key. The key had appeared, which meant the destination had appeared as well.

The ring of water floated in front of him; he reached out to grab it.

The next second, he was pulled upward, soaring into the clouds, speeding forward through thick mist.

In no time, he emerged from the fog and immediately landed in a stretch of water.

The depths were dim and shadowy, but overhead the water shimmered with ridged light, shafts of brilliance falling from above, illuminating parts of the lakebed.

In places where the rays didn’t fully reach, he could vaguely see a massive creature sitting at the bottom, its huge fist propping up its head.

Just then, from the other side, a blazing hot light illuminated the scene.

The water was forced back by that scorching energy, creating an underwater passage.

A young Taoist in white robes, two swords slung on his back, balancing a huge vat with one hand, strode down the swirling water corridor.

”Water Monarch, see what I’ve brought you? I heard it’s called Dew Paste. I had to spend a fortune pulling strings to get it.”

From the gloom beyond the light came a snort of laughter.

The current surged, nearly sweeping the young Taoist away.

The Taoist steadied himself, keeping hold of the wine vat so it didn’t spill, but his face turned black and he cursed loudly.

”Water Monkey, don’t be so ungrateful—this cost me no small amount of shame to get. If you don’t want it, I’ll just take it back.”

Next moment, water swirled up, snatching the wine vat and sending it flying, as the giant ape opened its mouth and swallowed both vat and wine in one go.

After draining the liquor, the Water Monarch spat out the shattered vat, curling his lip in disdain.

”Mediocre brew.”

”Mediocre? Then don’t drink it! I didn’t even get a taste—have you no shame? Who acts like that?”

”I’m not human.” The Water Monarch lounged there, one hand propping his head, chains clanking as he moved.

Wen Yan floated above, staring in stunned disbelief at the scene.

He was surprised to find he could actually understand what the two were saying.

This one, whose Yang Energy was so strong he could forcibly forge a way through water—it must be the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu back in the day.

He seemed even younger than Wen Yan, his complexion much better too.

So this is what a true, peerless prodigy looks like?

Suddenly, the bracelet Wen Yan was holding flew downward, and Wen Yan quickly let go.

The bracelet flew to the Thirteenth Ancestor’s side, swirling around him endlessly.

”Crap.”

Wen Yan thought to himself, Not good. In the next moment, the Water Monarch who had been half-reclining sat up straight. The jangle of bells rang out, and golden light burst from those huge eyes, instantly sweeping over to Wen Yan.

The Thirteenth Ancestor’s figure vanished, and all the beams of light overhead disappeared too.

In the dark waterworld, only the Water Monarch’s eyes remained, illuminating everything.

Wen Yan, caught in that golden gaze, offered the Water Monarch a formal salute with a forced laugh.

”I am Wen Yan. Greetings to the Water Monarch.”

His body was drawn forward by currents, gently floating until he came face to face with the Water Monarch.

The Water Monarch leaned in, gazing down at Wen Yan with a long face.

”So you’re the Scorching Sun of this generation?”

”That’s me,” Wen Yan lifted his head, showing no fear at all. After all, he had come here in a dream—there was nothing the Water Monarch could really do to him.

The Water Monarch stared at Wen Yan for a long time, lips curling to show two huge fangs.

”You people from Fuyu Mountain are always so arrogant. Did you think just because you dream-walked here, I can’t do anything to you?”

”You’ve misunderstood, Water Monarch. I’ve just been busy lately, lots of stuff going on.

Just saw that water ghost yesterday, then I dozed off and decided to give this a try.

If Water Monarch simply wanted to kill me, there’d be no need to go through so much trouble.

Once things settle down, I’ll come right over and you can drown me here all you like.”

Wen Yan held his head high, speaking with full sincerity and confidence.

The Water Monarch stared at Wen Yan, looking a bit blank, then as if recalling something, the malice faded from his face.

”How many years has it been?”

”Over a thousand.”

The Water Monarch’s eyes grew distant as he murmured to himself.

”Another thousand years, huh...”

Wen Yan didn’t dare interrupt. Judging from the dream scene just now, it seemed the Thirteenth Ancestor and Water Monarch used to get along okay—just not sure why it all went bad later.

That was exactly the kind of thing he didn’t dare ask about.

For now, the Water Monarch didn’t seem that hard to converse with.

The Water Monarch was lost in reminiscence. After a long pause, he suddenly looked down at Wen Yan again, face full of disgust and menace.

”Another Scorching Sun!”

With that, he flicked his finger at the air. Wen Yan didn’t even feel a thing before everything exploded.

In his bedroom, Wen Yan suddenly sat up with a gasp.

”What the hell is wrong with him?”

Wen Yan wiped sweat from his forehead and checked himself—no harm done. The only bad feeling was that of being jolted awake from a deep sleep.

He got up for a glass of water, face black as charcoal.

That Water Monkey really was a weirdo. At first, Wen Yan had thought he wasn’t all that difficult, but who’d have guessed—this guy really flipped out for no reason, like a dog, changing moods in a snap.

Luckily, his dream-walking technique had strict limits—it was just simple dream-walking, nothing else.

It also kept him safe; the worst that could happen was he’d get woken up with a jolt.

”They say monkeys are bad-tempered and unpredictable, ready to flip at any moment—turns out it’s true! And the Water Monkey is even worse!”