Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Seems Like He Doesn’t Care About Anything in This World

Night fell, and Ming still sat in his courtyard, the red longsword resting on his knees as he meditated quietly.

Even though there was no sign of the Immortal Sword Red Sleeve awakening, Ming persisted in practicing sword comprehension daily to maintain the connection between himself and this blade.

When the Immortal Sword Red Sleeve awakens, he could directly refine it into a Life-Bonded Flying Sword without needing an adaptation period.

But seriously, how much longer does this older sister intend to sleep?

There were far too many questions he wanted to ask.

And this older sister was practically a walking encyclopedia. If he had any doubts, he could go straight to her for answers.

As the saying goes, having an elder at home is like having a treasure.

Not to mention that this older sister has lived from ancient times until now—she’s not just “a treasure,” but something far more significant.

If he had encountered danger earlier, this ancient-era older sister would definitely have been able to offer strategies.

After a long while, Ming felt he had practiced enough sword comprehension, slowly opened his eyes, and exhaled deeply.

Ming sheathed his sword and practiced a set of boxing techniques.

It wasn’t just about sword dao; martial dao mustn’t be neglected either.

However, Ming felt that these days both his Qi Practitioner level and Martial Artist level had hit a bottleneck.

But Ming wasn’t worried. His levels had risen too quickly before, mainly due to numerous life-and-death situations.

Now that his life was relatively peaceful without so many brushes with death, it was normal for his progress to slow down. This was the perfect time to consolidate his foundation.

After completing today’s cultivation tasks, Ming took a shower in the courtyard.

That’s right, you can take showers in the Dragon Capital.

Even though this place is underwater, surrounded by seawater, inside the Dragon Capital, it feels just like being on land—you don’t feel the flow of water at all.

The entire Dragon Capital is as if all the water has been drained away.

Inside the Dragon Capital, despite being underwater, you can still brew tea and boil water.

Still, if you pay close attention, you can sense the subtle flow of water around you.

Ming didn’t know exactly why this was, perhaps because of some magic array. When he left the Dragon Capital, the sensation was different—it truly felt like being underwater.

Ming decided to get some sleep and then find out the next day what kind of place the North Sea Abyss was and how dangerous it might be. Otherwise, the Dragon Empress wouldn’t have warned him to be careful.

But the problem was, he didn’t know anyone here well enough to ask.

As for the Wu Kingdom officials who accompanied him on this diplomatic mission to the Dragon Palace, they also didn’t know what the North Sea Abyss was like.

Their knowledge of the North Sea wasn’t much different from his—they only knew that the Dragon Empress of the North Sea was beautiful and extremely powerful.

In other words, those guys were basically just here on vacation.

“Let me ask Lord Turtle. Maybe he knows.”

Ming thought, although his acquaintance with Chancellor Turtle was limited to being received by him.

But even so, some acquaintance was better than none.

And what he wanted to ask wasn’t anything particularly private or secret. If he brought some gifts tomorrow and paid a polite visit, maybe Lord Turtle would tell him.

Otherwise, who else could he ask? He certainly couldn’t go directly to the Dragon Empress, could he?

Given that she had already determined he wasn’t the reincarnation of her old lover, she had completely lost interest in him. Whether she would even see him was another matter entirely.

“Tap tap tap.”

Just as Ming was about to push open the door to enter his room, someone knocked on the door of his courtyard.

Curious, Ming glanced outside, wondering who would come visit him so late.

When Ming opened the gate, he saw a man dressed in a White Deer Academy robe standing before him.

The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a gentle smile on his face.

Even in the man’s eyes, Ming detected a flicker of appreciation.

But Ming didn’t recognize this man at all.

“This humble one is…?” Ming bowed respectfully.

“My name is Lu Xiaoliu. I am a disciple of the White Deer Academy and a friend of Ink Pool. Back when Ink Pool was at the White Deer Academy, we were classmates. May I inquire if you are Xu Ming from the Wu Kingdom?” Lu Xiaoliu bowed in return.

“Yes, I am Xu Ming,” Ming nodded, “I didn’t expect you to be Xiao’s classmate. Uncle Lu, please come in.”

Ming felt this person wasn’t a bad guy. Even if he were, he wouldn’t dare do anything in the Dragon Palace unless he wanted to die.

Not to mention, this person claimed to be Xiao’s classmate.

Strictly speaking, Xiao was his teacher, making this person his uncle by association.

“Haha, then I shall intrude,” Lu Xiaoliu entered Ming’s courtyard without hesitation.

Ming boiled a pot of water, brewed a cup of tea, and pushed the teacup toward Lu Xiaoliu.

“Thank you.” Lu Xiaoliu took the teacup, sipped it, and made appreciative noises, clearly satisfied. “This North Sea Dragon Palace Seaweed Tea is delicate and smooth under normal circumstances, but paired with your tea artistry, Master Xu, it’s truly an enjoyment. Could it be that Ink Pool also taught you the art of tea?”

Ming chuckled, “Uncle Lu flatters me. My tea-making skills are far inferior to Xiao.”

Ming poured another cup of tea for Lu Xiaoliu and politely asked, “May I inquire why Uncle Lu has graced me with this visit?”

Lu Xiaoliu drank another cup of tea without any hint of formality. “This time, I was summoned by the Dean to act as an envoy to the Dragon Palace. When I heard that Master Xu was also here, and frequently hearing of your reputation, I wondered what kind of junior student of Ink Pool you were, so I came to take a look.”

He smiled again, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to borrow money or ask for favors.”

Ming shook his head, “Uncle Lu jokes.”

This Uncle Lu really seemed like one of those relatives who suddenly appears out of nowhere to build connections, usually either asking for help or borrowing money.

But somehow, Ming felt this Brother Lu was different.

Brother Lu always gave him a sense of complete indifference, as if he didn’t care about anything in this world.