I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 560 - 223: Dream Tapir Amulet, Advancing the Second Stage (5k)

Chapter 560: Chapter 223: Dream Tapir Amulet, Advancing the Second Stage (5k)

Wen Yan lay back down, but he couldn’t sleep no matter what.

This Water Monkey really knows how to mess with your head.

Before he went to see the Water Monkey, Wen Yan had imagined all kinds of scenarios.

He’d even wondered, even if the Water Monkey bore a grudge against the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu and was still hung up over it, the Thirteenth Ancestor was long dead. If the Water Monkey was angry with nowhere to vent, would he really take it out on the current Scorching Sun—him?

Or maybe, he thought, after all, the guy was one of the Four Pollutions, Lord Huai Woshui himself. Surely he wouldn’t be that petty, right? Not to the point of picking on a junior like him?

He even considered that maybe the Water Monkey just wanted to meet him, to see what shape the current Scorching Sun was in. Perhaps there were no ill intentions at all?

All of those seemed pretty likely.

But Wen Yan never would have guessed that this eccentric Water Monkey actually knew the Thirteenth Ancestor back in the day, and that they’d even gotten along pretty well for a while.

And he never expected that it would all be fine at first, and with just a couple of sentences, this guy would go from calm to flipping out for seemingly no reason, and then straight up blow him up.

Who could have predicted that? It was nothing like any of the scenarios he’d imagined.

The most infuriating part was that he still had no idea why the guy had suddenly turned on him.

It was only after Wen Yan headed to the backyard and practiced his forms twice that his mood gradually calmed down.

Great. Just great. The Water Monarch was proving to be even more troublesome than he’d expected.

What’s more troublesome is, this guy got his ass beaten and has been suppressed here for thousands of years, and he’s still this unyielding.

Looks like beating him up probably wouldn’t work anyway. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Besides, there’s probably no one now who could even manage to give the Water Monarch a beating.

Originally, the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman developed a new effect, the first of which is a blessing—immunity to drowning.

Wen Yan was planning to call Zhang Xuewen, help him find an excuse for a work trip, and invite him to take a vacation at the Huai River at the end of the month.

He wanted to try out a skill combo then, to see if with the War God Yuedi’s blessing, they’d be able to take on the Water Monarch.

After the fight, Zhang Xuewen could claim he got hurt and enjoy ten days or half a month of peace and quiet.

It was a well-thought-out plan.

Unfortunately, before he’d even made the call, Wen Yan already knew that whether they could win or not didn’t even matter anymore.

Because even if they could win, it probably wouldn’t change that damnable temper of the Water Monarch, turning hostile at the drop of a hat.

Whatever, it’s fine. Now that I know the Water Monarch sleeps too, we’ll take it slow. Grind it out, bit by bit.

Let’s see who outlasts who.

He slowly calmed the turmoil in his heart, giving himself a bit of a pep talk.

He’d expected this anyway. According to his calculations, solving the Water Monarch should greatly accelerate the progress of the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, so it should be difficult, and a pain in the ass—that’s only reasonable.

After getting blown up in a dream, Wen Yan found his heart at peace. Meanwhile, on the other side, the Water Monarch opened his eyes, sitting perfectly still in the dark water.

He, on the contrary, was far from calm.

Even putting aside that period between the Last Dharma Era and the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, it had still been thousands of years.

In those millennia, he’d watched old friends and former enemies disappear one by one in the flow of time.

He himself was well aware that he was no longer the Water Monarch of the past—the one who fought Yu, rebellious, single-minded, battling Heaven, earth, and Great Yu.

"How could you die so soon! You suppressed me here, I didn’t even kill you. How dare you die!"

The Water Monarch roared and cursed in the dark water, yanking the heavy chains, clanking loudly, the golden bell dangling from his nose ringing clearly, until he snapped himself out of it.

He sat back down again.

Looking at the golden bell, he remembered the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu.

"Truly infuriating. I didn’t kill you, so what gives you the right to die!"

"Infuriating, infuriating, all of it is infuriating."

The Water Monarch raged for a while, then gradually grew quiet, a hint of loneliness about him.

"All dead..."

He’d never really had a sense of it before—thought he’d just slept twice and a thousand years had already passed.

From the last time he saw Fuyu Thirteenth, he’d started to understand Yu’s sinister motives.

The longer you live, the more your thoughts inevitably change.

The first time he really felt the impact of time was when Fuyu Thirteen told him that Yu had already vanished for thousands of years, and that everything from back then had nearly all faded into oblivion, blurred and distant.

And now, once again, it’s the same.

Wen Yan told him, even Fuyu Thirteenth, whom he remembered as if from yesterday, had been gone for a thousand years, dead for a thousand years.

The tone, the expression, just like Thirteen back then: calmly talking about an age so far away it couldn’t even be seen, and the one speaking felt almost nothing about it.

But he’d been there, lived through it. For him, the feeling was entirely different.

To him, it all seemed like only yesterday.

As his sense of time stretched, old enemies and former rivals began to turn into things he could no longer let go of.

Thinking of Thirteen now, there was less rage; or maybe, what anger he felt was only at the fact that Thirteen had died, and died at someone else’s hand.

Even in his dreams, what he saw was Thirteen gifting him that croak-watered, bird-faded barrel of awful booze.

Dreamed of Thirteen calling him Water Monkey, and didn’t really feel any anger at all.

He didn’t quite know why that was.

Ah, whatever. The current Scorching Sun seems just as arrogant as before—wild, through and through.

Surely, he’ll be back. He’ll come asking about the Netherworld again next time.

I meant to ask just now, and ended up forgetting.

...

Wen Yan wasn’t in a hurry to send dreams to the Water Monarch again. That unreasonable, temperamental guy—let him cool off for a while first.