I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 403: You offended King Minngling and still want to run away?
Under the guidance of a clerk, Qiu Ping passed through many doors.

This place is like a three-dimensional maze, with many rooms even hanging upside down. Sometimes when walking in it, Qiu Ping even feels like he is walking backwards with his head down and his feet up.

Here, everything is weird.

The clerk led Qiu Ping to the entrance of a main hall and then quietly retreated.

"Sir..."

Qiu Ping wanted to announce his home again, but the door in front suddenly opened.The hall was dark, like the mouth of a giant beast, ready to swallow people up at any time.

"Please come in."

A faint voice came. Qiu Ping was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but it was not the voice of King Minngling.

But this voice was a bit familiar to him.

Qiu Ping stepped into it, and the space around him kept changing. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a strange place.

Under his feet were fine bright silver dust, like a desert. He stepped lightly and left a trail of footprints.

But as soon as he lifted his feet, the footprints were covered by the wind and sand and disappeared.

In front of him, stood a stooped middle-aged man dressed in gray and dressed as a servant.

The middle-aged man was holding a broom and sweeping the dust on the ground bit by bit.

The dust on the ground could never be swept clean, but he was still cleaning it seriously.

Behind him, a huge peach tree was standing.

This place is obviously deserted, but this peach tree is growing extremely vigorously. The leaves on it are green and dozens of huge red peaches are heavy and ripe. They look plump and juicy.

"It was you."

When Qiu Ping saw this middle-aged man, he was startled at first, but then he became overjoyed.

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

"Hey, that's not right. King Minngling is not here. Why are you here?"

"Oh...I understand, you are here to clean."

Qiu Ping looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

He had already verified before that this middle-aged man didn't have any magic power, and even he could knock him down easily.

"Uh...yeah, I'm here to clean."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and then spoke seriously.

Qiu Ping glanced around and found that there was no one around, so he pulled him aside.

"Hey, Shinto is very cruel to you. It's the kind of person who doesn't have a holiday for five days a week."

Qiu Ping asked in a low voice.

Originally, Qiu Ping was a die-hard Shinto fan, but after seeing the messy things going on in Imperial Capital, he has now become a fan.

Even if I become your official and eat your food, I will despise you in my heart.

"Well, I work 360/[-], but..."

"This is too dark. Even if it's not two days off, it should be six days off and one day off. Even if it's not nine to five, it can't be 007."

Qiu Ping patted the middle-aged man's thigh and said loudly.

"Actually, it's not that hard. I usually do whatever I need to do, and I also get lazy when no one is watching."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

"Understood, we are all workers. These black-hearted capitalists, oh no, they are black-hearted feudal slave owners. They only want to exploit the people below. Obviously they are already very rich, but they still want to torture the people at the bottom. Just to satisfy their perverted desires.”

Speaking of this, Qiu Ping resonated in his heart.

On weekdays, it would be hard for him to complain about these things when facing his Shinto colleagues.

"Then what if... let me tell you what if you were asked to be the City God and control Shinto, what would you do?" The middle-aged man looked around like a thief and whispered.

"Shh!"

"You don't want your life, Ming... um um um, his ears are very sensitive, he will hear you mention his name and official position."

"It's okay. I heard that King Minngling has been busy with the invasion of gods recently and has no energy to eavesdrop on us for the time being."

The middle-aged man seemed to be pretending to be calm and comforted Qiu Ping.

Although Qiu Ping didn't understand what the invasion of gods meant, he was slightly relieved.

"That won't work either. Let's be careful."

The little loach had a straight face. I couldn't bear to hear such rebellious words.

"Emperor, only those with strong soldiers and horses will do it."

"You are already a fifth-level officer at a young age. I'm afraid it won't take a hundred years to reach the third level. If you work a little harder and enter the Son of God sequence, you can open a divine court on your own and recruit soldiers and staff."

"When the time is right and the world changes dramatically, we can adapt to the current situation, overthrow the emperor in one fell swoop, and become an emperor."

The middle-aged man continued.

"Oh? What else?"

Qiu Ping stretched out his hand to touch the whiskers on his lips, and a glint flashed in his eyes, as if an eagle was watching a wolf.

"As an emperor, if you can do it, why can't you do it?"

"Back then, um, um, um, I also overthrew Taishi from the Son of God sequence, and then ascended to the highest level. The Shinto cannot be unified, it all depends on the strength of the fist."

The middle-aged man's voice was full of confusion.

"But... that Gong Shen creation, and he treated me well. Although he made some mistakes, I can't be ungrateful."

Qiu Ping hesitated.

To put it bluntly, King Minngling treats him very well.Even if he finds that King Minngling is not up to the mark, the most he can do is draw a clear line with him, but he cannot think of overthrowing him.

"Lord Qiu, Uncle Qiu, future emperor Qiu."

"Are you standing on the opposite side of uh-huh for yourself? No, you are doing it for me, and for the thousands of oppressed lower-class people like me."

"This is not wealth or glory, but a heavy responsibility."

"And you, only you, are qualified to lead us to overthrow this decadent rule."

The middle-aged man's face was straight and he spoke righteously.

Qiu Ping took a breath. He didn't expect that he would bear such a heavy responsibility.

If you want to say that, then I will... I will shrink back.

Qiu Ping has never considered himself a responsible person. The thought of such a complicated and dangerous job made his scalp numb.

Unless he was pushed to the wall, he would just muddle along.

Although it is very exciting to become an emperor.

But the process is so tiring.

"Of course, Mr. Qiu, you don't need to panic. The current Shinto is on the rise. Although there are many internal contradictions, it is still expanding rapidly. These contradictions have been temporarily covered up."

"We can accumulate strength for the time being and wait until the internal conflicts cannot be reconciled. Then we can raise our arms and ascend to the position of emperor with the support of everyone." The middle-aged man usually looked at the honest boy, but he didn't expect that there was such a turmoil in his belly.

"This is reasonable. There are indeed crouching tigers, hidden dragons in this Shinto. Even a small sweeper has such insight. But it also shows that under their backward system, many talents have been buried, and I don't know. How many corpses and vegetarians are sitting on the altar."

Qiu Ping sighed in his heart. Of course, he would never admit that he was a vegetarian.

"Why don't I apply to that person and let you be my staff? As a fifth-grade He Bo, I have the power to directly entrust officials below seventh-grade. How about I let you take charge of water transportation?"

Qiu Ping found the middle-aged man quite pleasing to his eye, so he opened his mouth to invite him.

"Thank you for your love, sir, but I offended that person back then and was imprisoned here forever. I must sweep away all the dust in this place before I can get out one day."

"Or maybe you can ascend to the throne of emperor, so that you can issue a pardon and I won't have to suffer here."

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed.

Qiu Ping wanted to go to King Minngling to plead for mercy, but since this man had been sentenced to such a severe punishment, he was afraid that King Minngling would not agree.

"Just wait patiently here and I will help you escape as soon as possible."

The little loach patted the opponent's thigh again and said solemnly.

"Well, I'm waiting for the day when Master Qiu becomes Emperor Qiu."

The middle-aged man also said seriously.

The two of them talked so lively, but after the conversation, the middle-aged man had to continue sweeping the floor, while Qiu Ping sat aside, with a glint in his eyes from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why hasn't King Mingling come yet?"

Qiu Ping held his chin, feeling a little sleepy. Everywhere he could see was silvery gray dust, which made people feel tired and extremely boring.

"Swish."

The middle-aged man in front of him was sweeping the floor rhythmically, and his voice was soft and regular. Qiu Ping felt like he was sitting on a boat, rising and falling, and as if someone was singing a lullaby to him.

His eyelids were drooped, and he seemed to have a double vision of everyone he looked at.

"sleepy."

Qiu Ping's vision went dark and he fell asleep completely.

Seeing the little loach sleeping, the middle-aged man sweeping the floor stopped his broom and looked up at the sky.

Obstacles in people are easy to clear, but obstacles in the world are hard to remove.

All three disasters and nine difficulties can be overcome with the help of hands.

"Now that you have been granted an official title, it's time to become an immortal."

"All races in the world, countless heroes, have entered the Immortal Book. Before the Golden Immortal, you should compete with them and clear some obstacles for my divine way."

"Hey, God."

The middle-aged man laughed, stretched out his hand, and from the peach tree on the side, a huge bright red peach flew down and landed in Qiu Ping's palm.

He shook his head and slowly disappeared from the spot.

Along with him, there was silver sand all over the ground.

Qiu Ping was still in his sleep. He was suspended above nothingness, occasionally smacking his lips and chuckling, as if he was having a sweet dream.

"Crack."

There seemed to be a very faint shackle broken on his body, and the mana in his body surged crazily.

The last hurdle of his three disasters and nine difficulties, [fame and fortune], was broken.

This obstacle was broken when he became disillusioned with Shinto and no longer wanted to be an official.

He was an official before because of an iron rice bowl, hoping to ensure the harvest despite droughts and floods, and Shinto was the largest force in the world, so he naturally wanted to cling to this golden thigh.

But as he traveled, he discovered that Shinto was not as perfect as he imagined. There were also a lot of shady things in the dark places.

He no longer wanted to be a member of this group of people, lying on ordinary people's bodies to knock bones and suck out marrow.

"boom."

After all three disasters and nine difficulties were eliminated, his body seemed to turn into a whirlpool, frantically absorbing the nearby spiritual essence.

The entire Chenghuang Mansion Office was immediately shocked by this movement.

Some of the gods responsible for patrolling opened their eyes one after another to find out which daredevil was so bold and went to the Yamen to become an immortal. Isn't this taking up Shinto resources?

The best place to become an immortal is to fly to the starry sky, use your own power to open a temporary immortal gate, and receive the empowerment of immortal energy from heaven. Only in this way can your body be completely transformed into pure Yang.

However, how could Little Loach know this? He was not prepared at all.

The vortex in Qiu Ping's body continued to expand, and the purity of the human soul was too low to meet his needs.

At this moment, the pulp of the peach in his arms suddenly dispersed into a ball of golden smoke, which penetrated directly along his mouth and nose.

The smoke and dust looked thin, but the concentration was extremely high, as if thousands of times of immortal energy were compressed into a few wisps, and the pure Yang aura in it was incredibly powerful.

Qiu Ping's body was originally transforming at a turtle's speed, but at this moment, as if he had taken hormones, the transformation speed increased dramatically.

The source of his mana is rapidly changing, becoming more intense, tenacious and vast.

And his body, starting from every cell, seemed to be made of gold, making each other denser and more elastic.

The little loach in his sleep felt extremely comfortable. He stretched out and his body shape changed into its original shape.

A small black loach was swimming freely in the void.

His skin seemed to be made of black jade, reflecting a radiance that didn't look like a living thing.Wisps of terrifying oppressive power seeped out of his body.

If there were any mortals here, they would be killed alive immediately.

He had just become an immortal, and the pure Yang power surging in his body was almost like some kind of tyrannical radiation, enough to cause permanent damage to the human body.

In his sleep, Qiu Ping felt that he had a dream. He dreamed that he was walking among the boundless clouds.

There is no top and no bottom here, no sky and no earth, the space is chaotic and broken, and even the space in many places is absolute nothingness.

But Qiu Ping is here, and his understanding of the laws of space is increasing every moment.

The ideas that were somewhat obscure before suddenly became clearer now.

This feeling of comfort made Qiu Ping almost orgasm. His spatial talent was already ridiculously high, and now it seemed that he was receiving some kind of blessing. He felt that his spatial level was improving every moment.

Countless fantastic ideas in his brain were all realized at this moment.

For example, the space inside each of his cells has increased dramatically, and a large amount of spiritual essence has been absorbed.

He himself seemed to have turned into a terrifying soul-devouring monster, and even a whirlpool appeared in the sky above the Imperial Capital.

"Your Majesty!"

The gods in the Imperial Capital were inexplicably shocked. They finally found the source of the spiritual energy explosion, but it was in the palace of King Mingling.

"It's okay, let's get back."

King Mingling stood outside the main hall and looked at everyone calmly.

When the gods heard what he said, they hurriedly left.

The peach core that was left in Qiu Ping's arms suddenly sank into his middle dantian and quickly took root.

(End of this chapter)