In the backyard of the tavern.
"First ti using the Seventy-Two Transformations—feels quite marvelous."
Little Li stretched his limbs, his voice deepening to a low, deliberate tone, almost like a forced baritone.
He pulled out a bronze mirror and gave himself a quick glance.
His current appearance was startling: scales of a flood dragon covered his cheeks, and a pair of horns protruded from his forehead.
He had taken on the humanoid form of a Mingjiao (Singing Flood Dragon).
Behind him, the faint silhouette of a flood dragon flickered.
With a thought, he suddenly felt his body elongate, as if surrounded by mist. His hands transford into dragon claws, and the fine hairs by his lips grew into long whiskers. The change was swift, but fortunately, Li Mo reacted just as quickly, hastily removing the winter coat made by Princess Little Jiang.
Now, he had fully transford into a Mingjiao, stretching four zhang (about 40 feet) in length.
"My strength has increased... and I can even manipulate water vapor..."
"Holy crap, a monster!"
Murong Xiao's fingers trembled, his face filled with shock.
Li Mo: "..."
Dude, maybe look in a mirror first?
"I get it now, I get it." Murong Xiao fell into deep thought, his eyes brimming with newfound wisdom.
"What did you get?"
"Brother Li and I must be family! That’s why you recognized back in the Divine Edge Cave!"
Murong Xiao stepped closer, marveling as he examined Li Mo.
Though he himself carried Mingjiao bloodline, he had never fully transford into a flood dragon’s form. This was his first ti seeing a true "family mber."
Look at those scales! Those claws! Those majestic horns! That exasperated expression!
No doubt about it!
In an instant, Murong Xiao’s gaze toward Li Mo grew even warr.
"Brother Murong, I know you’re excited, but could you stop groping ?"
The little Mingjiao Li wanted to facepalm, only to realize his claws were too short to reach his forehead.
Co to think of it, flood dragons and true dragons had different numbers of claws, but their lengths were about the sa.
How did they scratch their backs if they got itchy?
Li Mo intended to clear his throat but ended up snorting instead. "Anyway, Brother Murong, this is just a transformation technique, not an actual bloodline power."
Murong Xiao: "Huh?"
His CPU was overheating.
A transformation technique could make him purer than an actual bloodline bearer?
Watching the kind-hearted Murong fall into deep contemplation, Li Mo sighed in relief.
No wonder this was a divine ability passed down by the Monkey King. This wasn’t just transformation—it was indistinguishable from reality.
No wonder Princess Iron Fan mistook soone else for her husband...
With this, their journey to the Southern Border just beca much more feasible.
"It’s ti to set off..."
"Boss—HOLY SHT!"
Second Xu had just entered the backyard when his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
Li Mo sighed and reverted to his human form, summoning a soothing moonlight glow.
Bathed in the gentle radiance, Second Xu slowly regained consciousness, his face full of panic.
"Boss! I just saw a flood dragon THIS BIG!"
"You must’ve had a nightmare."
"Really? I’ve never had dreams like that before..."
"Don’t you rember? You’re ntally ill. Having weird dreams is totally normal."
Li Mo patted his shoulder reassuringly.
The moonlight shimred.
"...That makes sense."
Second Xu cald down, choosing to trust his boss.
He even promised repeatedly that he’d take good care of the tavern while the boss was away.
After all, the pay was too good to pass up.
With a steady inco, full benefits, and even retirent insurance, who in their right mind would go back to being an assassin?
"Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll keep the tavern running smoothly."
"Good. If you’re short on staff, just recruit a few experienced folks from outside. That syrup vendor seems decent—help him get back on his feet."
"Got it! I’ll make sure the tavern thrives and reaches new heights!"
"Excellent. That’s the spirit."
With the tavern affairs settled, Li Mo walked over to Murong Xiao and gave him a pat, rebooting his brain.
"Brother Murong, it’s ti to go."
"Oh, right..."
Neither of them had much to pack—no need for luggage.
Amid Second Xu’s enthusiastic waves and the cheers of the entire street’s "reford" assassins, the two left Fishdragon Street.
On the road.
"So... Brother Li, what kind of martial art is this? It’s incredible."
Murong Xiao had finally accepted that Li Mo wasn’t actually his long-lost kin, but curiosity still gnawed at him.
Li Mo pondered. "Aren’t there plenty of martial arts that imitate beasts and birds?"
"Right. Those are called ‘Form Imitation’ martial arts." Murong Xiao nodded.
He had learned a few himself, like Elder Hanhe’s White Crane Descends from the Clouds Fist.
"And the more accurate the imitation, the stronger the technique, right?"
"Yeah, that’s the general idea."
"Well, would you say my imitation is accurate?"
"0.o"
Murong Xiao felt there was logic in Li Mo’s words.
But sothing still felt off.
After a mont of contemplation, he decided to stop thinking about it.
Glancing around, he realized they weren’t heading toward the city gates but instead walking into an even more bustling district than Fishdragon Street.
"Brother Li, aren’t we going to the Southern Border?"
"We are. But the journey is long—best to prepare thoroughly."
Li Mo’s gaze settled on a towering building at the center of the street.
It stood out like a gilded phoenix, its roof tiles reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun. A resplendent signboard read:
[Prosperous Trade House]
His system storage held many treasures, but it wasn’t all-encompassing. A trade house would have a far more comprehensive selection.
Besides, his stock of body-refining elixirs and rare materials was running low.
Ti for a shopping spree.
"Brother Li?"
The mont they stepped inside, a clerk at the counter called out.
Li Mo turned to see a pale, clean-shaven, sowhat timid middle-aged man. He didn’t recognize the face, but the voice sounded familiar.
"You are...?"
"It’s , Huang Donglai."
The man adjusted the fake mustache glued to his upper lip and whispered.
"Brother Huang, you sure have a lot of identities..."
Li Mo chuckled before asking,
"Last ti we t, you were a herb gatherer. How’d you end up as a clerk here?"
"Mainly... financial difficulties."
Huang Donglai smiled sheepishly. "The cost of living in Yunzhou is too high, and I needed to buy so dicinal ingredients for training."
"Prosperous Trade House pays well, and employees get discounts... even if the manager yells at a lot. I just endure it."
Li Mo: "..."
No wonder you’re in disguise.
If you quit, they’d never track you down.
"Brother Li, here to buy sothing? I know this place inside out."
"Right. I’m heading to the Southern Border—any recomndations for preparations?"
Li Mo figured Huang Donglai would be the right person to ask.
Sure enough.
Huang Donglai grinned confidently.
"You’ve co to the right man. My hotown is in the Southern Border."
"How much are you planning to spend? Long journeys require thorough preparation."
"I have a deposit here. Let’s use that."
"Sure thing—wait, what?!"
Huang Donglai took the deposit slip, then froze.
Gasp.
Clerks at Prosperous Trade House earned commissions.
It seems he could pack up and leave at any mont.
As everyone knows, he is a man of few words and keeps a low profile.
But now, he feels like having the steward brew him a pot of tea.
Reviews
All reviews (0)