Chapter 140
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Chapter 140: The Dragon of Fate
“Ao Xiu, the one who lives in Spirit Lake?”
Su Wen paused for a moment before asking.
“Yes,”
the God of Theater replied with a smile. “Didn’t you dislike him?”
“I caught him for you. Go take a look and see if you want to deal with him yourself.”
In his mind, the God of Wealth must have disliked the little dragon for some reason in the future.
If the God of Wealth was unhappy, that would surely make them unhappy as well.
So, the first task he did when he arrived in the Dragon Abyss was to capture Ao Xiu and lock him in the Theater World.
However, he noticed that the little dragon seemed to have rather poor qualifications. What could he possibly have done to earn the God of Wealth’s resentment?
Hmm… If there really was something different, it might be that this little dragon was rather wealthy, residing by Spirit Lake in the Dragon Abyss, and had purchased the surrounding area of thousands of miles with Dragon Abyss currency as his private home.
But that was all there was to it.
“Are you Ao Xiu?”
Su Wen approached the cage and looked at the somewhat frightened Ao Xiu inside, feeling a bit emotional.
After all, this was his successor!
According to various stories, successors should inherit the legacy of their predecessor.
But for the fate bearers, especially with divine status inheritance, it seemed to be something entirely different.
“Not going to speak?”
Su Wen said aloud, “Looks like you can’t talk. In that case, let’s kill him!”
As soon as he said this, the White Dragon began to struggle violently.
He couldn’t understand what the person in front of him was saying, but he could sense the murderous intent coming from him.
Moreover, the powerful being who had captured him was clearly listening to this person.
“You don’t need to scare him; he doesn’t understand what you’re saying,”
the God of Theater said with a smile. “Use the spellbook to cast a language comprehension magic on him!”
At these words, Su Wen waved his right hand, and energy from the spellbook directly flowed into Ao Xiu’s mind.
“You… you brought me here for no reason, what do you want?”
Ao Xiu said in terror. “I have immense wealth; the vast Dragon Fields of Spirit Lake are all in my name.”
“I also have a lot of Dragon Abyss coins, so if you want money, I can give it all to you.”
Su Wen chuckled softly and replied, “Oh, so you know the score?”
This successor of the God of Wealth seemed quite savvy, making him suddenly think of other ideas.
“God of Martial Arts, how did he offend you?”
The God of Theater asked quietly as he looked at Ao Xiu.
Ao Xiu was taken aback. He realized that his imprisonment wasn’t about wealth but because he had somehow offended the person standing before him.
But he genuinely couldn’t recall how he had managed to upset such a powerful figure while living his quiet, uneventful life.
In Spirit Lake, who would speak ill of him? Everyone called him the benevolent dragon, didn’t they?
“After I die, he will be my successor.”
Su Wen said softly, his gaze fixed on Ao Xiu.
The God of Theater’s eyes narrowed at those words, and he turned to scrutinize Ao Xiu carefully. After a moment, he asked, “So, what’s the plan? Kill him and extract his soul?”
Ao Xiu was terrified by this suggestion, his dragon whiskers turning pale. He quickly pleaded, “I don’t want to be anyone’s successor. I have no interest in that. Please, great ones, spare me!”
“Or if you really don’t trust me, as long as you don’t kill me and keep me fed, I’ll stay here quietly.”
“I can sleep!”
“Really, sometimes I sleep for over ten years at a stretch. I’m a great sleeper, and I have no grand ambitions. I just want a bit of money to live out my simple dragon life.”
The God of Theater looked at Su Wen and said, “Don’t hesitate. Since this involves divine status, he has to be dealt with!”
When divine fate bearers die, their divine status is randomly transferred to the Arrow Realm.
And the God of Wealth seemed to have foreseen his own death in the future.
In fact, the target for the transfer of divine status after his death had already been determined.
If that’s the case, then he must be eliminated!
As for keeping him around, any talk of that being useful is nonsense!
Leaving him alive would only invite disaster!
If the God of Wealth were to die at the hands of beings from the Arrow Realm in the future, and this little dragon obtained the God of Wealth’s divine status, who knows what chaos could follow?
What if he used the divine status to escape? That would be a disaster!
“I’ll give you some time. Tell me about your abilities.”
Su Wen crouched down slowly, looking directly at Ao Xiu. “If your abilities impress me, I might consider sparing you.”
“If not, you know what’s coming.”
Ao Xiu thought for a moment and said, “I… I have really good luck. Does that count as an ability?”
Su Wen raised an eyebrow. “It counts. Explain in detail.”
If his luck is truly exceptional, then that could indeed be considered a talent ability.
But they’d need to see just how good that luck really was.
“I’ve had incredible luck since I was young. After I was born, my father quickly achieved success and became a golden dragon.”
Ao Xiu hesitated, then continued nervously, “And my mother, while traveling, received a powerful legacy from our clan, which greatly boosted her cultivation.”
“Maybe because my bloodline was weak and my talent poor, my father abandoned my mother and me and left on his own.”
“Not long after, my mother received news that my father had died in battle on Dragon Bamboo Avenue.”
“When I was young, I didn’t think much of it, but now I believe my birth might have caused my parents’ rise in cultivation and bloodline enhancement. And after my father abandoned us, he faced some kind of backlash.”
“On the other hand, even though my talents are poor and my body weak, I’ve always had incredible luck.”
“While wandering around, I often ran into powerful beings, and they all seemed to take a liking to me at first sight. But sadly, my weak talents made them give up on the idea of taking me as a disciple.”
“However, before they left, they always gave me something—pills, weapons, charms—so I’ve accumulated quite a few treasures over the years.”
“And once, when I was exploring the central area of Spirit Lake, I stumbled upon some rare treasures that were just ripening.”
“That day, something big happened, and through a series of events and coincidences, those rare treasures ended up in my hands.”
As he spoke, Ao Xiu began pulling out one treasure after another from his storage bag, worried that Su Wen and the God of Theater might not believe him.
Oddly enough, under the pressure of life and death, Ao Xiu’s memory became razor-sharp.
He could recall every detail about each treasure and each rare treasure, leaving Su Wen and the God of Theater utterly amazed.
By the end of it, the two exchanged glances. Could this really be the legendary Dragon of Fate?
