"I would like to know where the dragon head went."
Grandpa Seven tapped the table with his pipe. Wrinkles filled his aged face as he sighed, "How many years has it been? There have been people coming to look for the dragon head, but no one has found it. People thought that it was just a legend long ago. Little Brother, don't take it too seriously and delay your proper business. "
A thought occurred to Xiao Chen. "Others have come to look for it?"
"There were many in the past, but there are fewer now. When I was young, I saw my grandfather entertain one person. Since then, no one has come. Before that, people came intermittently, but they all returned disappointed. There is nothing to look for. "
Grandpa Seven puffed out a mouthful of smoke as he looked at Xiao Chen through the smoke. "From what I remember, that person's aura is somewhat similar to Little Brother's."
Somewhat similar?
Xiao Chen casually waved his hand and used his Veritable Essence Energy to draw a portrait in the air.
When Grandpa Seven saw the portrait, he exclaimed in shock, "That's him. Little Brother, you know him? I remember that back then, he came alone as well. He was as kind as Little Brother. I wonder how he is now. "
The person in the portrait was the previous-generation Heaven Dragon.
Now, Xiao Chen was certain that this place was the Blue Dragon's old haunt. There were no more surprises.
However, Xiao Chen could not immediately answer Grandpa Seven's question.
The previous-generation Heaven Dragon was currently locked up in the Starry Heavens Dragon Prison, suffering inhumane torture day and night.
"He is very good and very tenacious."
Xiao Chen paused for a while. That was all he could say.
Grandpa Seven smiled and sighed, "You cultivators are good, unlike us ordinary people. We do not have enough talent and cannot cultivate. Otherwise, my grandfather would be able to live until now … However, living in the Desolate Sea is not a good thing. "
Practically no sect in the Desolate Sea would accept disciples or nurture disciples here.
Firstly, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and resources were scarce. Secondly, there were too few natives in the northern region.
The sects here were all branches of the various large factions. These sects would draw disciples from their headquarters and slowly develop.
Xiao Chen was deep in thought. Since the Heaven Dragon of the previous generation had been here before, did he leave any clues behind?
After some questioning, Lord Seven recalled with some difficulty, "I really can't remember clearly. Let me look for it."
Grandpa Seven gulped down a mouthful of wine and began rummaging through the old house.
"Found it."
Grandpa Seven took out a yellowed book from an old box. He patted the dust off it and said, "This is my grandfather's diary. I remember that he would write down all the major matters in this book."
Xiao Chen received it solemnly. He revealed a joyful expression and said, "Seventh Grandpa, thank you so much. This thing is very useful to me."
Grandpa Seven smiled and said, "If it's useful, then take it. You've helped the village so much these past few days. I don't know how to repay you."
"You're too polite, Seventh Master. That's right, when I saw Seventh Master earlier, I wanted to say something but hesitated. It seemed like I had something to say? "
Xiao Chen put away the book and asked softly.
Grandpa Seven nodded and said, "There is indeed something that I would like to ask Little Brother for help with. However, this old man has not been able to repay me, so I have not been able to say anything."
Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Grandpa Seven is too polite. It is not convenient for me to tell you about my fate with this place for now. However, you can rest assured. If you have anything to say, just say it. I owe you. "
When Grandpa Seven saw Xiao Chen's sincere expression, he sighed softly, "There is a Peach Blossom City one million five hundred kilometers away. There is a small-scale Peach Blossom Wine Festival every ten years and a large-scale Peach Blossom Wine Festival every hundred years."
Peach Blossom City:
Xiao Chen had seen this city before when he was roaming around. Indeed, the fragrance of wine spread everywhere. One could smell it from fifty kilometers away.
However, as Xiao Chen was in a rush, he did not enter the city to take a look.
"Senior, please continue."
"Yes. When I was young, I would bring the wine that I brewed to the wine festival. Even if I could not make it stand out, I could sell it for a good price, helping the village not to worry about food and clothing for a few years. However, thirty years ago, after the ancient well outside the village dried up, it could no longer brew any good wine. "
When Xiao Chen heard that, he smiled and said, "Do you always want to come out of retirement and participate in this centennial wine festival? I am also a wine lover. Grandpa Seven, if you have any requests, just let me know. "
Grandpa Seven sighed and said, "I did not do this on a whim. Peach Blossom City's City Lord is a major character. If he takes a fancy to the wine brewed by someone in the centennial wine festival, he will agree to one request of the brewer. With just one word from him, our village will be safe for a hundred years! "
"Although the chances are slim, I still want to risk these old bones of mine and give it a try."
Centennial wine festival!
Xiao Chen entered deep thought. Grandpa Seven seemed to be worried about something. There seemed to be a hint of worry on his face.
Unfortunately, Xiao Chen had already finished drinking Heart Burn long ago. He had used it to stabilize his cultivation and raise his cultivation.
As for the Thousand Year Flame, Xiao Chen still had half a bottle left.
If he dripped a drop into the Blue Dragon wine flask, he could fill it to the brim, which he could use to participate in the Peach Blossom Wine Festival.
Before Xiao Chen drank Heart Burn, he had felt that the Thousand Year Flame was the best wine in the world.
However, after drinking Heart Burn, Xiao Chen had to admit that there were indeed more outstanding wines in the Great Thousand Realms.
It was hard to say whether the Thousand Year Flame could take the top spot in the Peach Blossom Wine Festival.
"Grandpa Seven, look at this wine recipe. Can you brew it?"
Xiao Chen thought for a while and took out the wine recipe. Perhaps Grandpa Seven could brew it himself.
"This is … the Dragon Race's wine, Heart Burn!"
Grandpa Seven felt somewhat startled. He quickly returned the recipe to Xiao Chen and said, "This wine recipe has been lost for several thousand years. If I brew it and participate in the wine festival, I might attract a fatal disaster."
There's hope!
When Xiao Chen saw the situation, he rejoiced in his heart. He smiled and said, "Grandpa Seven, there is no rush. Help me brew it. I won't participate in the wine festival. How about I drink it myself?"
Grandpa Seven hesitated before saying, "However, I'm afraid that I cannot obtain the ingredients."
"It's fine. Leave the ingredients to me. Grandpa Seven, what wine do you want to brew? I'll take care of all the ingredients."
"Alright, but we need to restore the ancient well outside the village first. Without that well water, we can't do anything. Without that well water, your Heart Burn and the wine I want to brew will not succeed. "
"I'll go and take a look. If I really can't do it, I'll go further away and look for a replacement well water."
What well water was so important?
Feeling suspicious, Xiao Chen arrived at an ancient well not far from the village. The well water had already dried up long ago.
"Sang, what's strange about this well?"
Xiao Chen asked after calling out softly.
Xiao Chen did not have any outstanding talents, so he could only ask Sang to take a look. Sang was an expert in this aspect.
Sang came out of the Divine Universe Stele and looked at the dried well. Then, he looked at the surrounding terrain. His expression changed slightly as he said softly, "This is a Cold Yin Spring. To think that a Cold Yin Spring can appear in the Desolate Sea."
"Cold Yin Spring?"
"That's the spring that appears in places of extreme Yin. Places of extreme Yin are bone-chilling, extremely cold. It is very difficult for running water to flow. If there is, and the terrain happens to produce a fountain, it will be called a Cold Yin Spring. First of all, places of extreme Yin are very hard to find in the Desolate Sea. Having running water is even harder. Furthermore, the terrain produces a fountain, which is even harder. "
Sang paused for a while before continuing, "The spring water of a Cold Yin Spring is indeed suitable for brewing good wine. It is very difficult to find a substitute."
That was somewhat problematic. It looked like Grandpa Seven was right.
If the wine recipe stated that it required the spring water of a Cold Yin Spring, there was indeed no way to brew it.
"Why did the spring water stop?"
"There are too many reasons. It might be that the water source broke, or the Yin energy might be too dense, causing the water to stop flowing. It might also be that the terrain changed, and the underground water flowed further downstream. "
As the Propping Mulberry Tree, Sang knew the terrain and the spring water like the back of his hand. There was no need to doubt Sang's words.
"It looks like I still have to go down and take a look," Xiao Chen said softly as he stared at the deep, dried well.
"Don't go down first."
Sang pulled Xiao Chen back, not letting him rush down.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Chen did not understand.
Sang explained seriously, "That Grandpa Seven is just an ordinary person and does not know much about the Cold Yin Spring. I suspect that this Cold Yin Spring is not naturally formed."
"Manmade? That is too exaggerated. Who could change the terrain so precisely, even altering Yin and Yang to create a place of extreme Yin? "
When Xiao Chen heard that, he felt flabbergasted, somewhat in disbelief.
Sang said softly, "Although it is somewhat difficult, I have seen everything you said before. It is very difficult for a Cold Yin Spring to appear in the Desolate Sea. It is not appropriate to go down rashly. "
Xiao Chen entered deep thought. Then, he looked up at the decapitated Blue Dragon in the distance and then at the Cold Yin Spring.
Sang's words were indeed worth thinking about.
A green mountain with a decapitated dragon head and a dried-up Cold Yin Spring. If these two were connected, it would indeed feel a chill.
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