Chapter 56: The Seventh Young Master of the Dragon Family

Dressed in white, carrying an ancient zither on his back. They even crashed and wrecked the car. Li Changlu pondered, could these two idiots have run into the newcomer at the tavern? The one Xiao Qing mentioned, supposedly the most gifted rookie?

“That guy got hit and walked off as if nothing happened. Look, he even dropped a page from a comic book.” The pink-haired man pulled out an A4 sheet and showed it to the man with the earring.

“Damn, you knocked some loot out of him! Haha, is it some kind of equipment blueprint? Hurry up and take it to the blacksmith’s shop and get it forged.” The earring man laughed uncontrollably in the back, kicking Li Changlu’s seat over and over.

“Damn, you’ve played too many RPGs,” the pink-haired man chuckled. “Later, you head back first—I’ve got a date.”

“Found a boyfriend again?”

“No, I’m meeting my ex-boyfriend’s granddaughter.”

“Crossing generations now? Can you handle that?”

The two bantered in the back, tossing crude jokes freely.

Soon, the car arrived at Li Changlu’s destination. He got out, stretched lazily, feeling refreshed from his nap. He tucked the nearly empty glass sphere into his pants, then glanced at the A4 comic page in his hand.

On the page, a figure crouched in a corner, calling for help. Nothing special.

“Take us to the crematorium,” the pink-haired man shouted urgently from the taxi, “Step on it!”

“Not your destination yet?” The driver asked, puzzled.

“Damn, why so many questions? I’m in a hurry to reincarnate—let’s go!”

The pink-haired man slapped a wad of cash onto the driver.

“For some reason, I suddenly really want to go to the crematorium too. I feel like I need to be reborn in fire. I want to be burned…” The earring man bit his sneaker, slowly slipping his collar off his shoulder, seductively teasing the driver.

Seeing the two, the taxi driver broke out in cold sweat. Surely these two weren’t pre-birth spirits? He quickly turned the car toward the city’s largest psychiatric hospital.

When Li Changlu returned to the tavern, the chatting little monsters suddenly crowded around him. Each of them beamed with joy, eyes shining, gazing at Li Changlu with worshipful admiration.

Li Changlu felt uneasy, retreating step by step.

Damn, they all looked like obsessed fans.

Could it be…

Had he conquered them with sheer charisma?

Damn, please don’t lift me up high—I’m afraid of heights.

Just kneel and worship, that’s enough…

This was the moment to spread his arms, perhaps shout a legendary line?

Forget it—just close his eyes and calmly enjoy it.

After all, he’d seen big scenes before.

Yet…

It seemed…

He’d been so proactive, but none of them rushed over to idolize him.

When Li Changlu opened his eyes, he realized the little monsters weren’t coming for him. One by one, they shoved past him toward the figure in white—the one carrying the ancient zither, whose cold, expressionless face had somehow appeared behind him.

A beautiful misunderstanding, and terribly awkward.

Li Changlu was furious.

Unbearable.

How could such a cliched scene happen to him?

So—

He immediately spun around and charged at the white-robed figure behind him.

In the chaos of the fan crowd, Li Changlu wiped his snot all over the white robe.

The white-robed figure, squeezed by the crowd, grew annoyed. His cold gaze swept over them, and his powerful aura made the lovestruck fans hesitate, too intimidated to step closer.

“Get out of my way,” the white-robed man growled, voice deep and angry.

Because one clueless monster was tugging at his sleeve—

Holding a shoe, fervently scrubbing the snowy white robe with its sole.

The pristine robe was now covered in shoe prints and various unspeakable fluids.

Li Changlu kept chasing the star with his shoe, oblivious to the jaws dropping around him in shock.

“I won’t get out of your way,” Li Changlu replied shamelessly, meeting the white-robed man’s gaze with his chin raised.

Then…

Under the icy stare, Li Changlu hopped out of the crowd.

Damn it, I won’t get out of your way.

“Kid, you dare offend Lord Long Seven?”

Li Changlu felt a light tap on his back, and instantly smelled a strong odor of stinky tofu.

He turned to see a familiar face—the Uncle Dung Monster.

Li Changlu gave him a perfunctory grin and hurried away.

Last time, he’d tricked Uncle Dung Monster into Zheng Monster’s boudoir, causing him to suffer. Surely he was here for payback?

“Hey, come back, don’t run. Have a drink with me,” Uncle Dung Monster said, waving a wine jug in front of Li Changlu.

“…”

Li Changlu froze at the word “me.” An image popped into his mind—

Uncle Dung Monster pointing at a cesspool, saying grandly—

This is the empire I built for you.

…

“Join me for a cup.”

Uncle Dung Monster realized his words weren’t exactly human, so he quickly pointed at the wine jug.

“This wine?”

Li Changlu was delighted—the old guy still had some left. That meant, well…

No need to take on any tasks on cloudy days; he could just laze around in bed, staying alive.

“It’s just ordinary liquor,” Uncle Dung Monster laughed.

“Uncle, if we’re drinking, let’s just drink. No need for any weird stuff.”

“Of course, of course.”

“Of course, your sister—why are you grabbing my chest with both hands?”

“Haha, my fault. I was just testing your monster power.”

“Don’t give me that. Last time, you slipped up. You don’t need to grope someone’s chest to test their power. Think I’m an idiot?”

“Is that so? I forgot. But, young friend, I think you have more potential than Lord Long Seven.”

Uncle Dung Monster reluctantly moved his hands away from Li Changlu’s chest.

Li Changlu perked up, excited, grabbing the wine jug to drink.

“Hey, slow down. Aren’t you curious why I said that?”

Uncle Dung Monster took the wine jug back, taking a swig.

“Right, why?” Li Changlu looked at him expectantly, smiling.

Could this be the true way to test monster power?

Xiao Qing’s sensing method wasn’t accurate at all?

I knew it. If I could light the tavern’s stove, my monster power couldn’t be too bad.

“Because your monster power is minus twenty-one,” Uncle Dung Monster said, savoring another sip.

Li Changlu’s smile froze. He took the jug, needing a drink to steady his nerves.

“When a monster’s power is gone, it loses its life. But you’re still alive—must be a bit shady.”

Uncle Dung Monster snatched the jug back, greedily gulping the last drops, savoring it.

“So, what’s shady?” Li Changlu asked after a while, waiting anxiously.

“Think about it. You’ll figure it out.”

Uncle Dung Monster lifted the jug high, licking the last few drops.

“How would I know? I was hoping to ask someone about it,” Li Changlu said, annoyed.

“Actually, I don’t know either. I was just stalling, so I could hog the wine.”

Finally, no more drops fell from the jug Uncle Dung Monster held high.

Li Changlu’s face darkened in an instant.