Chapter 295: Chapter 12: Ancient Dragon Clan Language, Senior Sister Emerges from the Forest
“Your bargaining chip is that you want me to spare your lives, right?” Ling Yunpo finally confirmed.
The merfolk priest hastened to say:
“Our survival is to your advantage as well… Of course, if you could bring some salt the next time you come, that would be even better.”
“Without salt, our newborns won’t last long, and once the older generation passes, extinction will still be our fate.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Yunpo frowned, thinking that there was no guarantee that he would be the one sent south to conquer Shushan next year!
Besides, this location had been explored by the Jade Capital Sect Leader, so how could he bring salt for them? If he was accused of fraternizing with demons, could he still mix in Shushan?
Hey, wait a minute…
He took out his storage bag and swept his divine sense inside, indeed spotting a jar of salt.
Where did this come from?! Ling Yunpo was shocked.
Then, he suddenly remembered.
It was to serve Miss Shi’s impromptu outdoor barbecues that Luo Yan carried this salt with him.
Not just salt, but also sesame oil, white sugar, pepper, cooking wine, soy sauce…
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Ling Yunpo then coughed, took out the sealed jar of salt, and weighed it in his hand.
The merfolk priest immediately focused, with eyes following the jar of salt up and down, exclaiming:
“You can’t do that! If it leaks, all the salt will dissolve!”
“I’ll just speak frankly,” Ling Yunpo cut straight to the point, “Killing you brings no benefit, and sparing your lives… I will probably not return, so it’s of no use to me either.”
“I’m not interested in doing things that don’t benefit me. You offer the sea bodhi seeds in exchange for the salt, and you must add something more to exchange for the lives of your entire clan, then the deal is fair.”
The merfolk priest listened silently, then guessed the other party was driving the price up, attempting to extract more benefits from them.
However, it didn’t show any resistance; firstly, because the difference in strength between them was immense, and secondly, because the willingness to negotiate was itself the greatest gesture of goodwill.
After pondering for a moment, it pulled out a stone box from under the bed, opened the lid, and inside were four round and lustrous sea bodhi seeds.
Just coming into contact with the water, the temperature around them began to rise.
“This is all that remains of the sea bodhi seeds accumulated by our clan,” the merfolk priest said sincerely, “Your jar of salt is enough to sustain our clan for hundreds of years, so I’ll give them all to you.”
“As for other benefits, besides the knowledge passed down by our priests from generation to generation, there’s genuinely nothing here that would interest you. Unless you are interested in the language and history of our clan…”
“Language?” Ling Yunpo was slightly surprised, “You mean… Aquatic Clan language?”
“The Aquatic Clan language is a simplified form of the Dragon Language,” seeing a glimmer of interest, the merfolk priest eagerly spoke, “Whether it’s the East Sea, Southern Sea, or North Sea, basically all Aquatic Clan languages derive from simplified fragments of the Dragon Language.”
“Humans might have records of how to write the Dragon Clan’s script, but the pronunciation of Dragon Language is rarely known. If you wish to learn, I can teach you the Southern Sea Dragon Language.”
“Why would I learn the pronunciation of the Dragon Language, when I don’t communicate with the Dragon Clan…” Ling Yunpo thought to himself, then paused again.
Wait a minute, for an ordinary cultivator, learning to write the Dragon Clan’s script would be quite sufficient.
After all, there are hardly any dragons left in this world; many people will never see one in their lifetime, so what’s the use of learning the audible aspects of the Dragon Language? To show off how impressive they are?
But as Ling Yunpo reflected on his situation, he realized he was different from ordinary cultivators.
To put it simply, I have a special affinity with the Dragon Clan!
Like the Ying Long in the Demon Locking Tower, the Zhumang Lord in the Gui Xu Palace, the Ghost Dragon in the depths of the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan Cave, and Long Xiaoqi on the Eastern Emperor Path…
It seems that learning the dragon language isn’t completely worthless after all.
For instance, if Wei Dongliu overhears Long Xiaoqi communicating with someone else in dragon language, he wouldn’t be completely lost and unable to understand anything, right?
“Since that’s the case, then let’s learn it,” Ling Yunpo said, tossing the salt shaker over.
“Alright,” the fish priest caught the salt shaker and handed him the stone box of sea Bodhi, respectfully asking, “What about your companions…?”
“Let them go for now,” Ling Yunpo said offhandedly, “By the way, how long will it take to learn this dragon language?”
……….
A few little demons carried the bodies of four people to the outskirts of the Misty Forest.
“Here?” the shrimp demon asked.
“Somewhere safer,” the crab demon waved its claws and said.
The fish priest had already instructed them to quickly get these four people out of the Misty Forest and place them in an absolutely safe location.
The reason was simple: it only had an agreement with Ling Yunpo and had no affiliation with the other four.
If Ling Yunpo started to learn the pronunciation of the dragon language and one of these four woke up in the middle of it and started calling for the killing of the Demon Race, what then?
What if this caused Ling Yunpo to change his mind?
So it was best to get these four ticking time bombs out of there quickly, in case Ling Yunpo suddenly had a whimsical idea to ask it to wake up his companions—that would be a real mess!
The place chosen by the little demons was a depression south of the Misty Forest, surrounded by towering hills, where cultivators rarely passed by.
Additionally, being on the outskirts of the Misty Forest, there were no venomous snakes or fierce beasts nearby.
After dumping the four on the ground, they left in a disarray— the priest had said that the outside world was very dangerous, and all the little demons were not allowed to leave the lake and stay in the mist for too long.
It wasn’t long before An Zhisu was the first to come around.
With her robust root bone, and having been infused with the spiritual power of the sea Bodhi, her consciousness quickly cleared up upon waking, and she hurriedly looked around.
Lin Duanshan, Duan Fenhai, Guan Shanyue were there, but the only one missing was Ling Yunpo.
Could it be that Junior Brother woke up first and then had to leave for some reason?
An Zhisu was a bit anxious, subconsciously feeling that if her Junior Brother had woken up, he wouldn’t have left her here alone.
For a moment, she couldn’t even be bothered to check if her own cultivation level had improved, instead quickly scanning the surroundings with her divine sense.
But the mist around her naturally blocked her divine sense, preventing An Zhisu from probing too far.
The thought that her Junior Brother might return here made her hesitant to go out to search for him—what if they missed each other?
Wait, even if we missed each other, Guan Shanyue is still here!
I can go out to look for Junior Brother, and if he comes back, he can contact me through Guan Shanyue’s sand pen.
Having figured this out, An Zhisu couldn’t stay put any longer and immediately headed towards the direction of the hill where the fog was thinner.
If Junior Brother was the first to wake up, he certainly wouldn’t turn back into the mist; it was more likely that he had left the Misty Forest on his own initiative.
He still has the poison of the millennium stone milk residue in his body, so he can’t defend himself with sword control, and might as well be described as completely powerless. If he carelessly encounters a demon path cultivator…
I must find him quickly!