Chapter 235: Water Tank
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Then hurry up,” Ji Jing thought, “These two little guys deserve each other.
They’re both troublemakers who can adapt and obey.”
Her talisman suddenly ignited without any fire, and both Ye Heng and the little gluttonous beast regained control over their limbs.
“The roof has some leaks. Let’s fix it together,” Mingze said in a relaxed tone, adding, “We need to be quick; Xue Meng will be back soon.”
With Ji Jing’s intimidating presence, Mingze was very comfortable agitating and instigating. Well, it felt good to wield power.
“Yes, yes, right away!” Jiang Tao’s finger joints crackled as he jumped up, albeit reluctantly, to start repairing the roof.
Ye Heng hesitated for a moment but eventually joined Jiang Tao. “You actually backed down? Who is she?”
Jiang Tao gave him a disdainful look. “A terrifying Taoist, with an even more frightening Baize standing behind her. Dare you mess with them?”
“…” Well, Ye Heng didn’t dare.
“Little Jiaolong, you said you taught Xue Meng how to conduct this ritual?”
With the two of them settling down, Ji Jing finally asked the original question.
“Why do you keep calling him ‘Little Jiaolong’? He has a name!” Ye Heng wanted to speak up, but Jiang Tao stopped him with a glance.
“Get used to it; they don’t like to call us by our names either,” Jiang Tao accepted it graciously and tried to get Ye Heng to do the same.
but it’s as strange as calling them ‘little humans,”‘ Ye Heng muttered, but he raised his voice and responded, “Yes, that kid was always nagging me. I found it annoying, so I lectured him a bit.”
“Here, this is my home,” Ye Heng pointed to a large, ancient water jar in the courtyard. “I was sleeping peacefully, but after he moved in, he kept talking in front of my door every day, whether he was happy or angry. I’m not a tree hollow!”
“You’re not a tree hollow; you’re a water jar,” Jiang Tao sneered.
“What did you say?!” Ye Heng’s eyes widened, and he was about to get up to argue with Jiang Tao. However, as soon as he exerted force, he felt the tiles beneath him making faint cracking sounds, and Ye Heng froze instantly.
Jiang Tao sneered unabashedly.
“Did another tile break?” Ji Jing asked coldly.
“No!” Ye Heng retorted loudly, but actions spoke louder than words. He squatted down and began to use his spiritual power to fix the roof. “This is not a water jar; it’s a magical tool that connects to East Lake! It’s just the entrance I left behind in C City.”
A magical tool? Ji Jing was surprised and looked at the huge black water jar in the courtyard. It looked like an ordinary rainwater collection container in a family’s courtyard, without any ornamentation other than the jar mouth. Because it had been left for so long, moss had begun to envelop the bottom of the jar.
No matter how you looked at it, it appeared to be a typical rainwater collector used for fire prevention, and there was nothing to suggest it was a magical tool used by a Jiaolong to connect the human world with the lake bottom.
“You couldn’t have guessed,” Ye Heng was still quite proud of himself. “I don’t know which skilled craftsman created this magical tool, but it never got used and ended up in the hands of these people, becoming a common courtyard water jar. It was my keen eye that recognized it. Otherwise, it would have been buried in this courtyard for a lifetime.”
“Tsk, taking without asking is stealing,” Jiang Tao, skilled in acid sarcasm, used his talent to the fullest against Ye Heng.
“I’m not like you, sneaking into other people’s homes to steal food and getting caught and locked up in prison,” Ye Heng was well-prepared and quickly seized the opportunity to poke fun at the little gluttonous beast. “The people living in this house were the ones who agreed to let me use this water jar.”
“Oh, speaking of which,” Ye Heng didn’t give Jiang Tao a chance to retort and continued, “The person living in this courtyard was Xue Meng’s mother forty years ago.”
Forty years ago, Xue Meng’s mother was only an eight-year-old girl, and her family had come to this city for official business. Xue Meng’s mother had spent three summers in this courtyard with her family.
At that time, the little Jiaolong was at an age when he loved to play, and he would often run outside. But being a demon was tiring, even when you could fly. So, when the little Jiaolong passed by C City, he took a break on the roof of this courtyard and was unexpectedly surprised to see the seemingly ordinary but extraordinary water jar.
He was thrilled and hopped down to rest on the edge of the jar, only to startle a little girl who had been standing by.
“You can see me?” The little Jiaolong was quite surprised..
