The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1784 - 1780 Zhu Mang 7

Chapter 1784: Chapter 1780 Zhu Mang 7

Shen Luo heard a voice, turned around, and saw the old shopkeeper quickly walking up to him, somewhat mysteriously slipping a note into his hand.

"Customer, even if you wander all over the Ten Islands today, it’s absolutely impossible to collect a hundred Water-Fire Ming Pills. However, if you follow the address I’ve given you to find this person, you might still have a chance," the old man whispered into Shen Luo’s ear.

Hearing this, Shen Luo was overjoyed, thanked him once more, and then turned to leave.

Upon leaving the shop, Shen Luo opened the note and saw written on it: Falling Sunset Island, Shuiyu Village, Zhu Mangqi.

He gently rubbed the note with his fingers, turning it to ash, but didn’t immediately follow its directions to find the person. Instead, he patiently continued his search, visiting shops one by one.

It wasn’t until evening that Shen Luo had visited every shop, with the only gain being the three Water-Fire Ming Pills secretly sold to him by the old shopkeeper.

At this point, Shen Luo gave up on the idea of trying his luck on other islands and decided to head to Falling Sunset Island to look for the person mentioned by the old shopkeeper.

The evening glow over the sea was vastly different from usual, painting the vast sea area in bright hues from afar. The horizon where water meets sky wasn’t distinct, as if heaven and earth merged into a giant canvas.

Against the backdrop of the evening glow, Shen Luo sped towards the westernmost Falling Sunset Island.

This island was noticeably smaller than Bivalve Island, with only one town where people gathered to live, but there were quite a few scattered villages. Shen Luo, after much effort and asking for directions, found Shuiyu Village.

After asking around, he learned that Zhu Mangqi was a somewhat famous pearl diver on the island.

There were many pearl divers across the ten islands, almost all of whom acted in collective teams because diving into the Great Ravine was dangerous, ranging from as few as three to five people to as many as a dozen, partnering up to brave the task.

However, Zhu Mangqi was an exception, always going alone into the sea to dive for pearls, refusing to cooperate with others.

It was said that he had once partnered with others but was betrayed and almost lost his life in the Great Ravine.

Following the directions given by the villagers, Shen Luo made his way to a secluded spot deep within the village, where beneath a grove of coconut trees, he saw a two-story wooden stilt house, dark inside without a hint of light.

Before he got close, a strong smell of alcohol hit him, causing him to subconsciously rub his nose, realizing he had found the right place.

"Master Zhu Mangqi, are you home?" Shen Luo called loudly outside the building.

The wooden house was silent, with no response.

"Master Zhu Mangqi..."

Shen Luo tried again, but still, no one answered.

As he released his Divine Sense and was about to start probing, a door on the second floor of the wooden house suddenly creaked open. A man reeking of alcohol, in coarse cloth, staggered out holding a wine pot.

He wasn’t tall, somewhat skinny, with a face full of bluish-black stubble, looking about thirty or forty years old, squinting and looking at Shen Luo with a frown.

"Who... who, who’s calling..."

He mumbled and reached out for the railing outside the corridor, but before he could finish saying "I," he stumbled and fell from the second floor.

Shen Luo slightly moved aside, allowing the man to land with a face-first thud beside him on the ground.

The soft sandy soil outside the house prevented injury, but his landing position was quite inelegant, with his head buried in the sand and his bottom raised high, yet the wine pot in his hand was held aloft, unbroken.

Shen Luo stood by and waited for a moment. Without the man getting up, he instead heard the sound of uneven snores.

"Well, he’s indeed a drunkard," Shen Luo remarked speechlessly.

After a brief hesitation, Shen Luo waved his hand, allowing a wave of mana to sweep over the man.

The bearded man, still lying on the ground with his bottom in the air, suddenly jerked, pulling his head out of the ground and sitting up straight.

"Master Zhu Mangqi, you’re awake?" Shen Luo said with a smile.

The man turned his head drowsily, looking disgruntled at Shen Luo, and asked, "Is it great to know magic? Who told you to meddle and dispel my drunkenness?"

Hearing this, Shen Luo was left speechless.

In fact, he had realized that Zhu Mangqi was a Great Mahayana Stage cultivator, quite a remarkable cultivation level for a pearl diver.

"I was introduced by the shopkeeper of Bao Zhai Hall, who said you might have Water-Fire Ming Pills here," Shen Luo replied with a smile.

"No, no, hurry up and get out," Zhu Mangqi seemed even more enraged upon hearing this, giving Shen Luo a sideways glance and turning to go back inside the house.

Seeing this, Shen Luo could only say, "I was reckless earlier, unaware that you were intentionally getting drunk. I apologize."

Zhu Mangqi didn’t respond, merely rubbing his lower back as he pushed open the door to the wooden building.

Just as he was about to close the door, Shen Luo, his eyes darting, said, "Friend Zhu, could it be that you’re angry about the South Sea Dragon Palace’s blockade of the Great Ravine, which is why you’re drinking in seclusion at home? If that’s the case, I happen to have some Immortal Brew here. Would you care to share a drink with me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mangqi hesitated for a moment, a look of hesitation crossing his face, then he "crash" closed the door.

Shen Luo was a bit speechless, turned over a pot of Immortal Jade Brew, opened the bottle mouth, and let the fragrance of the wine waft out.

After a while, the door of the wooden house creaked open, Zhu Mangqi’s voice came out, "Come in and talk."

Shen Luo smiled and walked straight in.

Inside, the lights were lit, and the two sat across an Eight Immortals Table.

With a wave of Shen Luo’s sleeve, a pair of white jade wine cups appeared on the table, and he poured the Immortal Brew for both of them.

Zhu Mangqi didn’t stand on ceremony, raising the cup and downing it in one go.

As the liquor slid down his throat, it felt chilling cold, but once it reached his stomach, it immediately seemed to ignite, releasing a scorching power that not only warmed his stomach but even made his Dantian feel full.

Seeing Zhu Mangqi’s change in expression, Shen Luo inwardly chuckled and immediately refilled his cup.

This time, Zhu Mangqi held the cup, reluctant to drink it.

"Friend Zhu, drink up. This brew will greatly benefit you, and you don’t have to worry about excessive nourishment," Shen Luo reminded.

After hearing this, Zhu Mangqi’s eyes flickered before he drank it all in one go.

Shen Luo didn’t rush to speak. After drinking a cup himself, he accompanied Zhu Mangqi with another, then poured each another cup.

After a few cups, Zhu Mangqi finally couldn’t sit still any longer, covering his cup with one hand to stop Shen Luo from pouring more, and asked:

"If I’m not mistaken, you’re from the Dragon Palace, right?"

"Why do you say that, Friend Zhu?" Shen Luo didn’t rush to deny it, asking back.

"In the Southern Sea, only you Dragon Race people waste things like that, drinking this Immortal Brew as if it were seawater," Zhu Mangqi snorted, saying.