Reborn as a Snake: Forging a Demon Court Starting from a Black Python

Chapter 120 Blackwater Lord

The game "Mythology" brings together countless legends.

In many myths and legends, the dragon race has different forms and statuses.

Although the game chose the most widely circulated setting in order to unify the world view, it regarded the dragon race as the leader of the scaled race and the overlord of the sea.

But traces of other legends still remain.

This world is not exactly the same as the game world, but there are similarities.

The title "Dragon Lord" is one of them.

In some legends, dragons are not only the tyrants of the water, nor merely lackeys of the heavenly court, but the most powerful beings and the embodiment of the laws.

In this world, some dragon kings are very lazy and rarely appear, sometimes only once every few hundred years.

The ancient title "Dragon Lord" will quietly become popular.

The Qiantang River is a case in point. The Dragon King of Qiantang realized that a great calamity was about to begin, and fell into silence many years in advance.

Lin Xuan squinted in thought. The injured man in front of the stall wasn't angry at all; he was also engrossed in the story and pressed for an answer:

"Is that Blackwater Dragon a good dragon or a bad dragon?"

People nearby shook their heads and said, "Who can say for sure? But it's said to be a good dragon."

The injured man nodded earnestly: "He must be a good dragon, otherwise, why would he have protected our Chen Tang Pass yesterday?"

Although it cannot be confirmed that the legendary Blackwater Lord is the same dragon from yesterday, the injured man equates the two.

After saying that, he looked at Lin Xuan and asked, "Dr. Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Xuan remained calm and said indifferently, "How could I possibly explain matters concerning the Dragon Clan?"

The injured man shook his head, stood up, and slowly walked away, muttering to himself:

"Anyway, I think Blackwater Lord is pretty good. Once I'm healed, I'll go to Hangzhou and bring back a statue of Blackwater Lord."

No sooner had the injured person left than another person appeared in front of Lin Xuan, sitting down panting.

This person cut in line, which displeased the other injured people nearby, who glared at him angrily. But the person didn't care and plopped down in front of Lin Xuan.

"Dr. Lin, where did you go yesterday?" He stared at Lin Xuan, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Lin Xuan glanced at him and recognized him as the Xiqi spy who had been trying to get close to him.

It turns out that a great battle broke out outside the city yesterday, and the scouts felt that the dragon outside the city looked somewhat familiar.

He had a guess in his mind, but had no evidence, so he searched for Lin Xuan in the city to verify it.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Lin Xuan.

I rushed over as soon as I heard that Lin Xuan was setting up a stall today.

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat, realizing that the spy in front of him might have guessed something.

If he is currently at a high level, then this is a good opportunity to reveal his identity and join the Xiqi camp.

After Nezha's battle with the Dragon King, the extremely long and grand story of the Investiture of the Gods will also reach its climax.

Even in any small dungeon, there are countless opportunities to reap benefits.

Xiqi is destined to win, and joining their camp, although it is difficult to obtain incredible rewards, will always be a winning battle with very low risk and difficulty.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's level was not high enough and his strength was weak.

If someone were to get involved in the Investiture of the Gods, they'd probably die without even knowing how.

Even if he could exploit the historical allusions to exploit the bug, the danger would be too great.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan remained calm and composed, saying casually:

"Yesterday, I saw that there was too much noise outside, so I didn't dare to go back to the inn and just stayed at a friend's house."

"Friends? Where did you get these friends from?" The scout frowned, his voice filled with doubt.

He had already investigated Lin Xuan's background; he was an outsider with no relatives or friends in the area.

Just as the scout was pondering, another commotion came from afar, as if someone was trying to break in their direction.

The crowd parted instantly, making way for a path.

The scout turned his head curiously, and was startled when he saw who the person was.

"Nezha? What's he doing here?"

He jumped up suddenly and hid in the crowd.

Regardless, Nezha was Li Jing's son, belonging to the Shang Dynasty, and possessed great magical powers.

If he attracts Nezha's attention and clashes with him, then this Xiqi spy might not live to see the sun rise tomorrow.

Nezha strode over, his face grim. Reaching Lin Xuan, he slammed his hand on Lin Xuan's stall and angrily said:

"Lin Xuan, why is my father so mean? It was clearly those dragons from the sea who caused me trouble, and I was forced to fight back, but he still blames me."

"That old bastard even wanted to take me with him to find the Dragon Clan's Fujing to apologize!"

"Tell me, does such a person even exist? No matter how capable I am, I couldn't possibly carry a well on my back!"

Nezha grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, clapping his hands incessantly.

Lin Xuan almost burst out laughing after hearing this. Nezha didn't know the story of "carrying thorns to apologize" and had misunderstood the words.

He was about to explain when he suddenly stopped, his brow furrowing slightly as if he remembered something.

The story of "carrying thorns to apologize" seems to be much later than the era of Nezha.

Where does this idiom come from?

In a game, Lin Xuan would never fuss over such details; even the most realistic game can't be perfect.

However, this is not a game, but a world with its own rules of operation.

Lin Xuan stood up, no longer bothering to hide anything. In front of everyone, he waved his hand, storing the stall into his system space, and then took Nezha's hand:

"This is not the place to talk. Come with me."

As he spoke, he rose higher and flew into the air, heading into the distance.

Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, exuding an ethereal elegance.

【Ride the wind!】

Nezha hurriedly chased after him, following behind Lin Xuan, his mouth never stopping as he continued to complain about Li Jing.

Everyone present stared blankly at Lin Xuan and Nezha's retreating figures until they disappeared into the distance, at which point they suddenly snapped out of their daze and began to discuss amongst themselves.

"What did Nezha call Doctor Lin just now? Lin Xuan?"

"If I remember correctly, the name of that dragon yesterday was Lin Xuan!"

"Could it be... impossible?"

"Why is it impossible? If Doctor Lin wasn't that dragon, why would Nezha come looking for him?"

Everyone was tense and excited. If Lin Xuanzhen was indeed that dragon, then they had indeed come into contact with it.

This is something to be proud of, something you can talk about for a lifetime.

"No wonder Dr. Lin wasn't excited at all when we mentioned Blackwater Lord earlier!"

Actually, Lin Xuan's performance wasn't anything special.

However, once these people confirmed his identity, they insisted on finding something special about him.

Regardless of Lin Xuan's expression at the time, they all had something to say.

Someone else seemed to remember something, and Nuonuo said:

"If that's the case, then Doctor Lin's suggestion to the General's Office to take Nezha to the seaside wasn't so simple; it had a deeper meaning!"

Of all the people present, the Xiqi scout was the most surprised and nervous, his hands rubbing together incessantly.

Lin Xuan is actually a dragon? Then how could he know so much about the Shang King?

Could it be that there is some enormous secret hidden behind this?