Chapter 819: 340: Stubborn Dragon!
Chen Laodeng with profound blessings_3 Chapter 819: 340: Stubborn Dragon!
Chen Laodeng with profound blessings_3 Chen Dengming laughed heartily, openly admitting before speaking at length.
“Strengths?” Su Yanyan pondered thoughtfully, her expression serene as she nodded, “Upon reflection, you indeed possess many strengths; loyalty and righteousness being one, extraordinary talent being another, and a profound source of fortune being a third.
This time, I owe you my life as you saved me, which makes me, your Martial Uncle, in your debt!”
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As Su Yanyan spoke, her expression also turned solemn and serious.
“Martial Uncle, what are you saying?
I have been saved by you numerous times.
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If we really start counting, I’m just paying back a debt!”
Chen Dengming replied with a polite laugh, seeing that Su Yanyan was serious and unmoved, he could only force a laugh to change the subject.
“But Martial Uncle, you said I have a profound source of fortune?
Could it be referring to the serendipitous turn of events this time?
Do you know what state I was in just now?”
Su Yanyan’s eyes, deep as the abyss, gazed intently at Chen Dengming and said, “When I say you have a profound source of fortune, it’s not only about this time.
Whether it’s the Human Immortal Dao System, the Incense Fire Incarnation, or the finished Spiritual Root, and even the Ancient Human Immortal Body you just comprehended.
All these are blessings that ordinary cultivators would never achieve in their lifetime, yet you have obtained them one by one…
I even suspect now that what you have inherited is not the Immortal Longevity Path of a Heavenly Immortal, but rather the Fortune Dao.”
Chen Dengming was astonished, then he chuckled bitterly, “Martial Uncle, I just happen to be lucky, to say it’s the Fortune Dao, as you saw, had it not been for a serendipitous epiphany where I comprehended the Ancient Human Immortal Body, I might have nearly lost my life.
All these so-called blessings were gained through life-and-death experiences, not to mention troubles like the finished Spiritual Root, which are still unresolved…”
Su Yanyan gently shook her fine head, shifting her gaze, her eyes gradually revealing a hint of confusion.
She extended her slender and fair hand to rearrange her disheveled hair, disguising her emotional turbulence and said, “Fortune is where disaster hides, and disaster is where fortune depends.
Fortune and disaster are inherently inseparable…”
Seeing that Chen Dengming wasn’t paying attention, but instead examining the Hurricane Battle Broadsword that had been pierced through by a dragon horn, pitying its state, she decided not to delve deeper into the conversation; her expression regained its calm, and she spoke softly, “This time, the loss is for my sake.
I will compensate you for your losses.
Just tell me how you want to be compensated.”
Chen Dengming hastily waved his hand at her words.
He scrutinized the Hurricane Battle Broadsword, deliberately reminding this Martial Uncle not to just see the benefits he gained, but to look at how he had suffered.
This Fortune Dao, he never believed it had anything to do with himself; it wasn’t about asking his cute uncle for benefits.
This cute uncle now appeared pale and haggard, a sight that invoked pity, and if he had the ability, he would have liked to offer support rather than ask for compensation.
“Martial Uncle, don’t be a stranger with me.
I still have some savings.
These damaged magic treasures also represent the need for an upgrade.
Now that they’re ruined, it’s actually quite timely.”
Chen Dengming laughed heartily, then awkwardly pulled out the semi-melted Cold Jade Ice Crystal Bed from his Storage Bag, saying to the astonished Su Yanyan.
“Martial Uncle, look at this bed; I’ve practically flattened it.
This…
how to compensate for this, I’ve thought about it for several nights, and I really don’t know how to make it up to you.
How about we write this one off?”
At his words, Su Yanyan couldn’t help but smile, looking at the pitiful state of the bed, her lips curving up slightly, her inner peaceful and serene world seemingly infiltrated by some mundane amusement and ripples.
“Enough, enough!”
She shook her head, laughing, deciding not to discuss compensation with this savvy nephew any further, fearing that she might end up owing more than just a bed.
Chen Dengming, seeing his elegant and charming cute uncle swayed, couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
Yet, thinking of the two Storage Bags taken by the Dragon Beast from the Outer Realm Nascent Soul, he felt a pang of loss again.
Do dragons like collecting treasures?
How come it, being a Demonic Beast, lacks the consciousness of its kind and even likes taking away cultivators’ Storage Bags.
The Storage Bag of an Outer Realm Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator, that’s definitely a vast fortune.
Chen Dengming covetously eyed the sea below, preparing to command his Incense Fire Incarnation to search for the battered corpse of that Outer Realm Evil Cultivator.
But in the waters below, myriad scales glittered.
Many fish gathered, frantically competing for the flesh and blood of the Outer Realm Evil Cultivator and the dispersed Dragon Blood in the sea.
Several fish barely ingested this blood and flesh, and the Dragon Blood, before dissolving into pools of blood.
Only a few stronger fish, after consumption, were still struggling in pain, seemingly seeking a breakthrough.
Even so, more and more fish gathered, like moths to a flame, fearlessly seeking that slim chance of a leap through the Dragon’s Gate.
Witnessing such a scene, Chen Dengming couldn’t help but reflect inwardly, “Across the frosty sky spans a realm of free competition.”
It seems that the battles of the strong sometimes do not just harm the bystanders; on rare occasions, they might also provide opportunities for the weak.
This too is perhaps one of the wonders of the Cultivation World, always filled with dangers and opportunities.
So-called fortunes have indeed presented themselves to many before.
But some lack preparation, some lack courage, some lack strength, and many eventually miss out; how many fortunes are there that fall into one’s lap without effort?
In his experiences, there were almost none…
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