FVN Chapter 94 Profit Accumulation and Profit Distribution
Chapter 94 Profit Accumulation and Profit Distribution
After being hit by the Dragon Nail, the Black Scaled Serpent did not sink to the bottom of the river like other serpents; instead, it struggled violently.
It opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of filthy, ink-like black smoke, which condensed in mid-air into distorted human faces that opened their mouths and howled silently, densely packed together, rushing towards Chen Pai Tou.
Chen Pai Tou picked up a bamboo pole, the tip of which shone with a tiny green light, and stirred it amidst the black smoke.
Where the bamboo pole passed, those faces vanished like smoke, only to regroup and disperse again, endlessly.
Chen Paitou frowned and muttered to himself, "Possessed by vengeful spirits, just how many people have you devoured, you monstrous creature?"
The black smoke stretched endlessly, and with each burst of smoke, more faces emerged from the gaps in the serpent's scales—men, women, young and old, crying silently, their eyes brimming with black pus.
Chen Pai Tou's heart sank; he knew he had met a tough opponent today.
This serpent nurtured a body entangled with vengeful spirits. If it weren't for the swastika symbol suppressing it, it would have long since ceased to be a serpent and would have transformed into a mass of vengeful spirits tearing each other apart.
With a bamboo stick in his hand, Chen Pai Tou pointed, stirred, swept, and chopped, keeping the surging black smoke at bay and preventing it from getting close.
The peach wood nail driven into the seven-inch mark of the dragon vibrated and hummed, while the thirty-six talismans shone brightly and swirled, deeply embedding themselves into the dragon's flesh.
The beast, in pain and agitated, caused the pale gold swastika on its scales to shine even brighter. Its body was enveloped in a mixture of Buddhist light and resentment, which rose in a layer of greasy, turbid gold mist on the river surface.
The flood peak was approaching in the blink of an eye. The flames of the three incense sticks on the bamboo raft were suppressed by the mist, and the bluish-gray smoke no longer lingered.
Facing the towering waves, Chen Pai Tou suddenly thrust the bamboo pole in his hand into the middle of the bamboo raft, picked up the porcelain bowl beside him, removed three incense sticks, and swallowed them, chewing them slowly.
He spat out fragrant powder at the serpent, which condensed into a fine blue line in mid-air, transforming into a rope that meandered and coiled around the smoking serpent.
laugh!……
The rope touched the black mist and exploded with a loud bang, like cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, causing it to boil and splash.
Once the rope was wrapped around the serpent, Chen Pai Tou used his white porcelain bowl to scoop up some water, drew pictures in the bowl with his right hand, and then splashed it into the river.
The water in the river froze instantly, and the flood peak was fixed in front of the bamboo raft, as still as a high wall.
At this moment, a long, strange snake appeared hidden in the clouds, winding and leaping, and a voice that made one sway involuntarily descended from the clouds:
"Young friend, please do me a favor. My son is here to relieve his anger and resentment."
Upon hearing the sound, Chen Pai Tou's hand holding the bowl bulged with veins and his knuckles turned white.
From where the sound came from in the clouds, a giant snake, its body dark red and its scales covered with coin-like patterns, poked half its head out from the clouds.
The head, from a distance, was the size of a wild elephant. Its two eyes, one gold and one silver, had vertical pupils that looked like two lotus lamps burning inside. The white hair on its forehead shimmered with scarlet, making it extremely sinister.
"You brat, you're consumed by resentment, having devoured countless lives. You expect me to do you a favor? Dream on!"
"Young friend, you may not know this, but my son was a great Buddha of the Western Sect in his previous life. He made a great vow to use his own body to be the tomb of the souls of the unjustly deceased. However, he passed away before fulfilling his vow. In this life, he was reborn as a dragon. Naturally, those souls of the dead sought him out to collect their debts and willingly entered his belly."
"We await his transformation from a dragon to a dragon, carrying his sins eastward to the Dragon Palace to atone for them."
Upon hearing this, Chen Pai Tou shook his head and chuckled, then silently took out a handful of white rice from his pocket and scattered it into the river.
"A mere snake trying to bargain with me? Doesn't it know I've got this great river under my control? Any evil or filthy creature that dares to show its face will be killed without mercy!"
The white rice grew as soon as it touched the water, instantly transforming into hundreds of tiny white-robed figures that stood on the waves and surrounded the serpent.
Upon seeing this, the giant serpent with copper coin patterns in the clouds suddenly narrowed its golden and silver pupils, and the white hair on its forehead shone with a bright crimson light: "Young friend, your Pai Sect and my Western Sect have no prior enmity, why have you incurred such karmic ties?"
"No grudge? Those ghoul monks who dig up graves and eat corpses everywhere have made my master's life uneasy even after his death. Don't tell me it has nothing to do with your Western Religion."
The giant snake fell silent.
On the still, surging river, the tiny figures formed from white rice gathered on the serpent's body, climbing its scales and disappearing into the gaps of the swastika-shaped Buddhist light.
Each time one went inside, a human face was pulled out with a scream of black smoke, turning into blue smoke and dissipating in mid-air.
The serpent writhed and thrashed in the flood, the peach wood nail at its seven-inch mark sinking three inches deeper.
The giant serpent with copper coin patterns in the clouds moved.
It peeked out from behind the clouds, and the torrential rain from the sky transformed into red lotus blossoms, which fell into the river, causing the river to flow again.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the black-scaled serpent slipped into the turbid water and fled eastward.
After doing all that, the dark red giant serpent tried to escape westward under the cover of clouds and mist, but the lightning of the heavens would not let it go so easily.
The wind and thunder suddenly arrived; the wrath of Heaven had descended.
A bolt of bluish-white lightning tore through the clouds, silencing the world, and struck directly at the dark red scales with copper coin patterns.
The giant serpent, in pain, writhed violently in the clouds, smashing through half of the rain curtain.
As the lightning subsided, the blood-red light shattered within the clouds, and the lotus flames of the pair of golden and silver vertical pupils dimmed. The snake blood spilled into the forest, becoming food for insects and ants.
Although the flood peak has passed, the river surface is not yet calm.
Chen Pai Tou stood on the bamboo raft, wringing out his soaking wet shirt, and glanced at the charred snake carcass that had fallen from the sky deep in the mountains. He then looked eastward towards the rushing torrent and shook his head, saying:
"Brother Wang Xuan, it's better to avoid you next time, lest you mock my lack of skill."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Pai Tou suddenly became furious and started jumping up and down on the bamboo raft to vent his anger:
"Damn it, why did you only prepare one dragon-nailing nail? If you had listened to your master and hadn't been lazy, you would have prepared seven nails. You could have given that dragon a seven-arrow head-nailing attack, and it wouldn't have been able to escape from you..."
"Oh no, next time I see that damned Taoist priest Wang Xuan, he'll laugh me to death..."
……
The Yangtze River was surging, and the counties along its banks received an imperial edict to prepare for flood prevention.
Although the river flooded, fortunately, the dikes were reinforced in advance and the people were relocated. Apart from the laborers who patrolled the river, almost no one lost their lives when the river was swallowed up.
The black-scaled dragon darted swiftly, treading on the turbid river water, carrying withered branches and rotten wood, following the artificial waterway, turning into the Qiantang waterway, intending to enter the East Sea from there to transform into a dragon.
As for why they didn't just go directly to the sea at the mouth of the river, it was because the River Lord was not to be trifled with and was unreasonable, unlike the Crocodile Dragon Lord, who was easier to talk to.
In the Qiantang River, the Dragon Lord lay in the underground lake, waiting for this day, waiting for the black-scaled serpent to bring the bodies of the drowned people to break the seal that had suppressed him for so many years.
However, the counties on both sides of the Yangtze River had taken precautions, giving the black-scaled dragon no chance, and not many people were swept away by the flood.
Jingci held a lotus flower, gazing at the approaching flood peak, and sighed with regret:
"We had planned all along, intending to wait for the summer rainy season, but the government recruited people to go into the mountains to exorcise the demon and killed my eight soldiers. To prevent our plans from falling through, we had no choice but to leave the dragon ahead of schedule. However, all the places along the river had already prepared flood dikes and relocated the people."
Although the flood swept away countless houses and livestock, there weren't enough human corpses to help the Dragon Lord break the seal; they could only use some rhetoric to deceive him.
……
An underground lake, filled with dark silt.
A rugged man covered in scales, with dark gold vertical pupils and weathered gray scales, stood on a stranded fishing boat, looking at the surface of the dark lake, where countless saltwater crocodiles floated, crowding the water surface without leaving a single gap.
At this moment, a thin-necked, hunchbacked old man, swaying his official hat, walked up to the man and said, "My lord, the returning soldiers have reported that the Western Dragon Serpent did not bring tens of thousands of corpses as the Western Sect claimed, not even a few hundred."
Lord Tuolong stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the stranded fishing boat, listening to the hunchbacked old man finish his report, his dark golden vertical pupils revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Not even a few hundred," he repeated.
"What did the Western Religion say?" Lord Tuolong asked.
The old man replied, "Master Jingci said there was a mistake, so we have to release the dragon ahead of schedule. They told us to release the dragon into the sea first, and they will give us the human corpse later."
Hahaha……!
Upon hearing this, Lord Tuolong laughed wildly, startling the saltwater crocodiles on the surface of the water, causing them to sink, leaving only their eyes floating on the surface, like bean sprouts soaking in a lake.
"Does the Western religion think I'm a fool? Trying to get something for nothing..."
The hunchbacked old man shrank his neck, and his official hat almost slipped off.
"The Western sect says... that there is still a chance to resolve this matter, and they only ask that Your Excellency release the dragon into the sea first, and wait for the rainy season next year..."
"Next year?..." Lord Tuolong shook his head dismissively.
The hunchbacked old man suddenly knelt down and said, "But Lord, you are now trapped in this dark lake. If we forcibly stop you, it may damage your cultivation."
He walked to the edge of the bow, looked down at the lake, and saw countless gleaming eyes, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Enough, let the dead descendants benefit myself."
As soon as Lord Tuolong finished speaking, a low groan suddenly echoed across the dark lake. The saltwater crocodiles floating on the surface all thrashed their tails, causing the water to boil over, churning up mud and sand, and filling the air with a pungent, fishy smell.
By the faint glow of fireflies, one could vaguely see a trace of the lake's original appearance. The saltwater crocodiles, in pairs, bit each other's mouths and twisted in opposite directions with all their might. Their scaly heads, with the help of their companions, twisted and tore apart, revealing their red and white spines.
Russian.
Pairs of bright eyes lost their luster, and patches of them turned up their gray bellies, transforming into headless crocodile bodies that floated all over the lake.
A lake breeze swept by, carrying a foul, fishy stench.
The hunchbacked old man knelt on the deck, his voice trembling as he said, "My lord... these descendants are all the offspring you raised in the Dark Lake for a hundred years..."
"Descendants?"
Lord Tuolong turned around, his dark gold vertical pupils revealing cold-bloodedness and madness:
"Trapped at the bottom of this dark lake, no matter how many descendants they have, they are nothing more than mudfish buried with them."
The Dragon Lord stood at the bow of the boat, extending his sharp, scale-covered claws, and forcefully gripped the floating corpses on the lake surface, causing them to burst into red and white fleshy flowers.
The water splashed and turned into a thick, sticky porridge, which, along with the cold lake water, transformed into long, fleshy snakes that burrowed into the depths of the lake.
Wherever the fleshy serpent passed, the mud and sand boiled, and the undercurrents surged. Carrying the stench of blood, it overturned the layers of human corpses and bones in the lakebed silt and crashed into the seal at the bottom of the lake.
"Lord..." The old man wanted to say something, but the words in his throat were blocked by a muffled sound.
The lake water suddenly split open.
A dim golden light suddenly flew out from the crack and hovered in mid-air. It was a sword covered in rust, its surface dark red and slowly writhing. It occasionally spewed out wisps of blood, disintegrating the blade, and fine iron filings fell down continuously.
Lord Tuolong looked up at the sword, his dark golden vertical pupils filled with apprehension. This was a seal that had trapped him for hundreds of years, preventing him from leaving the dark lake and keeping him from seeing the light of day for centuries.
……
The black-scaled serpent, carrying the floodwaters, arrived at the mouth of the Qiantang River. The peach wood nail at its seven-inch mark was still embedded in the flesh, but the radiance of the thirty-six talismans had dimmed considerably.
As it charged forward, the serpent thrashed its head wildly, the pale gold swastikas on its body flickering on and off, and the black smoke emanating from the gaps in its scales emitted a silent shriek.
Soon, the estuary will be just ahead. Once I enter the sea, everything will end, and I will no longer suffer. My thousand-year wait will be fulfilled. With the bloodline of the Western Heavenly Dragons, I will obtain the body of the Central Heavenly Dragon, help the Western Sect open the Dragon Palace, and gain great merit.
It stood at the crest of the tide, gazing eagerly at the sea not far away, longing to plunge into the ocean.
suddenly.
Blood was gushing out of the Qiantang River ahead, and occasionally chunks of whitish flesh would float to the surface, which was very strange.
But it couldn't care less; the estuary was right in front of it, and it was determined to brave any obstacle ahead, even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.
At the mouth of the Qiantang River, where fresh and salt water meet, turbid waves surge into the sky, stretching for several miles.
The black-scaled serpent had already smelled the salty tang of the seawater.
Suddenly.
Suddenly, the Qiantang River collapsed, and river water and seawater rushed into the black hole in the middle, forming a whirlpool that swallowed everything, completely engulfing the continuous flow of Qiantang water.
The black-scaled serpent, with nowhere to escape, stood atop the flood peak and plunged headfirst into it.
Its enormous body, shrouded in vengeful black smoke, struggled and writhed in the vortex. The black smoke carrying human faces on its body wailed and howled, shattered and torn apart by the rushing water, falling into the dark and invincible cave along with the black-scaled serpent.
Suddenly, a golden lotus pierced the air and flew towards the black-scaled serpent, attempting to lift it up.
"Lord Tuolong, shut up! The corpse you promised will be delivered soon."
Upon hearing the sound, two enormous crocodile mouths, as tall as mountains, rapidly rose from the vortex, their fangs menacing. They snapped shut and bit down hard on the black-scaled serpent.
The moment the two mountain-like crocodile jaws closed, a "crack" sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the world.
The massive body of the black-scaled serpent was bitten in half at the waist, but what gushed out from the cut was not blood, but thick black smoke like asphalt.
Countless distorted human faces were shrouded in the black smoke, scrambling to escape from the broken snake body, only to be swallowed whole by the crocodile's jaws, smoke and soul.
"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? If I let this serpent enter the sea, your Western Sect will immediately turn its back on me."
After devouring the serpent, the crocodile's mouth that had entered the mountain suddenly vanished, revealing a rugged man with golden eyes, clad in armor, standing atop the surging torrents of the Qiantang River. He licked his lips and stared intently at the Venerable Jingci on the shore.
"Fine, I'll sacrifice my countless descendants in exchange for a chance to taste the blood of your Western Dragon Cult..."
Lord Tuolong smacked his lips and said:
"Actually, it's not that great. It has a spicy taste, which is really unpalatable."
The lotus flower in Jingci's hand on the shore withered silently. The grand plan of the Western Heaven Dragon Clan, which had been nurtured for over a thousand years, to seize the body of the Central Heaven Dragon was ruined by this ungrateful fool.
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you eat that serpent...?"
Before Jingci could finish speaking, Lord Tuolong waved his hand to interrupt her:
"Consequences? Venerable Jingci, your Western Sect breached the contract first. Now it should be me asking where my body is?"
"Human corpses, they originally existed..."
Lord Tuolong smiled dismissively and interrupted again:
"If that's the case, then you Western Dragons could have entered the sea through my Qiantang Estuary and transformed into dragons."