Inner Demons

Chapter 125: Little Dragon's Son Looks for His Mother

Upon hearing this title, everyone was slightly taken aback.

Taoist Priest Li, however, remained smiling without even a blink. "Oh? Then, let's hear it."

Cong Yunzi glanced up at Li Yunxin again and sneered, "What a ridiculous name."

Li Yunxin could understand Cong Yunzi's mood at the moment—he had come in a panic to find a savior, only to be forced to listen to stories. He couldn't take it out on Taoist Priest Li, so he took it out on them. As for whether doing so would embarrass the host and make him unhappy... perhaps he would have thought of that before he started cultivating. After years of cultivation and being accustomed to everyone's flattery, he had probably forgotten about such things.

He began to speak leisurely, "In a pond, there was a little Dragon's Son, with a big head, a grayish-black body, and a long tail, swimming around..."

He told the story with no effort at all, simply replacing the little tadpole with a little Dragon's Son and the mother frog with a mother dragon.

But he told it with such vividness and intoxication, shaking his head—the three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, listened as if they were sitting on pins and needles, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. They thought to themselves, this Li Xunhuan looks handsome, and from his conversation on the boat, he sounded like a well-read scholar—how could he be like this at a time like this!?

They wondered if there was a punchline at the end. If that punchline happened to please Taoist Priest Li, perhaps the Taoist Priest wouldn't blame him.

The others thought the same as the three of them. Therefore, although Cong Yunzi frowned as he listened, he held back, only occasionally muttering sarcastic remarks like "Heh heh," or "What a joke," as he waited for what was to come.

After Li Yunxin finished the last sentence, "They followed their mother, spitting water every day," and sat there without another word...The group of people sat in silence with him for a while.

These "social elites," a School cultivator, and the master of a palace, all sat there obediently in a row, listening attentively and quietly as he told a fairy tale.

And then... Cong Yunzi slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "You scoundrel, do you dare to make fun of us?!"

Taoist Priest Li... was still stroking his beard and smiling, watching him.

Li Yunxin raised his head, looked at Cong Yunzi for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "Friend, are you an idiot?"

Cong Yunzi's eyes went wide. He looked at Li Yunxin in disbelief for a moment, then at Taoist Priest Li, then turned his gaze back, pointing at himself. "Are you talking to me!?"

The others were all shocked and stunned—they couldn't imagine Li Yunxin using such vulgar language on such an occasion.

Li Yunxin also slammed his hand on the table and started cursing, "You were damn well chirping away while I was talking just now. Taoist Priest—Taoist Priest hasn't even spoken, and you jump out again to grab the spotlight. I hate people like you the most—trying to act cool at every opportunity, but always ending up looking like an idiot—"

His continuous stream of curses made everyone present frown. Cong Yunzi's expression was as if he had encountered the most bizarre thing in the world. A mix of shock and anger, he could only think about how to properly punish this mortal who didn't know his place.

But Li Yunxin didn't even pause for breath as he cursed. He heard one sentence and felt he was about to die of anger and had to think of a way to torture him, but then he quickly heard the next—his anger level immediately hit a new high, and he thought, I can't let you off so easily, I must—

But then he heard an even more outrageous sentence, and for a moment his mind went blank—since he began cultivating, who had ever dared to curse him like this!

By the time Li Yunxin paused, Cong Yunzi was speechless. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out, and he could only point a trembling finger at Li Yunxin, looking at him, then at Taoist Priest Li, his gaze darting back and forth between the two. In the end, he couldn't get a word out—

His chest was about to explode.

Li Yunxin didn't look at him. He let out a long breath, picked up a cup of tea in front of him, and took a small sip to moisten his throat.

The three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, watched him dumbfounded. Just as they were about to speak up and try to mediate, they heard Taoist Priest Li chuckle. "Excellent. This story is interesting."

This time, Cong Yunzi even forgot to tremble. He just stared at Taoist Priest Li, his eyes wide, without speaking.

Taoist Priest Li smiled and waved his hand at him. "Calm down, calm down! In my opinion, he is very interesting! You are all my friends, there's no need to bicker over such things."

"Worthy Brother Li? Tell me, which three do you plan to take to my middle hall?"

Li Yunxin's expression was normal as he pointed at the three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, and said, "Just these three."

At this, the few people on the other side started shouting, "Taoist Priest Li, why don't you let us tell our stories? We've been racking our brains for over a month!"

Taoist Priest Li had already stood up and was walking towards the rear courtyard. His movements were as slow and deliberate as his speech. He left Cong Yunzi hanging.

The three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, were still dazed, not understanding how the situation had taken such a turn.

Of course, they didn't know that Li Yunxin had intentionally told them a seemingly idiotic story, and they guessed that Taoist Priest Li probably wouldn't like it. But that didn't matter.

He knew best...

How to appear interesting in front of "a certain type of person."

He actually still wanted Cong Yunzi to be reckless with his words, to give himself a reason to curse him out.

If Cong Yunzi had dared to attack him in front of Taoist Priest Li, it would have meant that this "Taoist Priest Li" was not held in high regard by Cong Yunzi. In that case, he wouldn't be the person he was looking for either.

But if the situation turned out as it had... then Taoist Priest Li would definitely find him "very interesting." Because while telling the story, he had been observing the other's reaction. The other party was very interested in him—far more than in anyone else.

So Li Yunxin stood up, put his hands behind his back, and sauntered through them.

When he reached the still-stunned Cong Yunzi, he winked at him cheerfully. "I know you're very angry, friend. But you're also a coward who doesn't dare to do anything in front of him. Looking at you, it seems you've learned some magic? Well, I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to play games—if you're not happy with me, let's meet in the woods behind the mountain later for a fight, okay? Let me tell you, I received a mental cultivation method from a disciple of the Dongxuan Sect—I advise you not to ask for trouble."

When he said the first half of this, Cong Yunzi was on the verge of losing control and smashing his fist into his face several times.

But after hearing the second half, the anger on his face quickly vanished.

This Illusory Realm cultivator from the Shangqing Elixir Cauldron Sect finally let out a long breath and began to laugh. But it was a smug, cruel laugh.

"Fine." Cong Yunzi stared at Li Yunxin and slowly withdrew his hand. "Fine. Then we'll have a little contest later."

"Haha. Hahaha." He flicked his large sleeve and followed closely behind Taoist Priest Li towards the rear courtyard, laughing loudly as he walked. "Hahahahaha!"

Li Yunxin sighed softly.

"Idiot." (To be continued.)

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