360: Chapter 347 The "Protection Fees" of the Four Dragon Kings

The East Sea Dragon Palace was currently as chaotic as a pot of boiling eight-treasure porridge, a hundred times more chaotic than when the Monkey King had come to snatch the sea-pacifying needle back in the day.

Inside the originally magnificent Crystal Palace, it was now piled high with all sorts of large and small chests and bundles.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Pack that ten-thousand-year water-avoiding pearl into the chest! Forget that coral tree; it takes up too much space and isn't worth anything!"

"Prime Minister Turtle! Where have you died off to? Where is my pure gold 'Ancestral Dragon Battle Armor'? Find it quickly! That's our face!"

"And that! That heirloom chamber pot, it's been passed down since the ancient Dragon-Han Calamity, it was used by our Old Ancestor, take it too! This is an antique!"

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, was sweating profusely as he directed the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to move the items. His dragon crown was crooked, his beard was messy, and he had absolutely no dignity as a Dragon King.

Beside him, the Dragon King of the West Sea Ao Run, the Dragon King of the South Sea Ao Qin, and the Dragon King of the North Sea Ao Shun were all looking miserable, each carrying large bundles, some even with strings of large pearls hanging around their necks, looking exactly like a group of refugees who had just been robbed and were fleeing.

"Big Brother, do we really have to do this?"

The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, asked with a pained expression while stuffing night-luminescent pearls into his Storage Pouch, "This is the family fortune our Dragon Clan has accumulated for hundreds of millions of years! Are we just going to... give it all away? What will we eat and drink in the future?"

"Nonsense!"

Ao Guang slapped his brother on the forehead and roared, furious at his lack of ambition: "Look at the current situation! The sky has collapsed! Do you know that?"

"The Heavenly Court has been dismantled! The Jade Emperor has been driven away! The Underworld has been blown up! Even that ancient tough guy Kunpeng was blasted into a cripple by one shot and is now just a guard bird at that Tiance Gate!"

"Just a moment ago! Prime Minister Turtle received an urgent report that Lin Feng flattened the Ghost Gate Pass, altered the book of life and death, and even frightened Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva into practicing 'silent Zen'! What does this concept mean? This is turning the Three Realms upside down!"

Ao Guang took a deep breath, calming his heart that was about to jump out, "Who is next? Even with my toes, I can think that it's our Four Dragon Clans! We are rich, our territory is large, and we are... weak!"

At this point, Ao Guang wept, "Although our Dragon Clan is rich, we are also famous for being weaklings! Before, when that monkey, the Monkey King, came to snatch things, we could still go to the Heavenly Court to complain. Now that even the Jade Emperor is gone, who can we go to complain to? Should we go complain to Lin Feng that Lin Feng is bullying us?"

"Instead of waiting for that star of ill omen to come to our door, turn us into Dragon meat sashimi, and pull out our Dragon tendons to use as belts, it's better to be proactive and go pay some protection money."

"This is called—spending money to avoid disaster! This is called—having vision! This is called—the wisdom of survival!"

As he was speaking, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside.

This sound traveled down through ten thousand fathoms of seawater, still shaking the Crystal Palace until it was on the verge of collapse. The seawater churned violently, as if it were boiling.

"Report—!!!"

A sea-patrolling Yaksha stumbled in, having even lost his trident, "My King! It's bad! A great disaster is upon us! The sea surface is full of ships! Huge iron ships! Blocking out the sky and sun! They are even blocking the sunlight! That Lin Feng... he has brought a great army!"

The four Dragon Kings' legs went weak, and they almost knelt down collectively.

"He came so fast?! It's over, it's over! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Bring everything! Bring everything of value! Don't hide anything! Come up with me to welcome him! You must smile! You must smile sincerely!"

...

Lin Feng's flagship, the "Lin-class," hovered over the turbulent sea surface. A huge shadow was cast down, turning this sea area into pitch black.

He held a fishing rod without a hook in his hand and was leisurely sitting under a parasol on the deck, sunbathing, with a glass of iced cola next to him.

"God Lord, why haven't these old loaches made a move yet? Are they thinking of putting up a desperate resistance?" suggested Marshal Tianpeng nearby, stroking the psionic cannon in his hand with a fanatical look in his eyes, "How about we start with a round of volley fire to intimidate them? It's just a matter of blowing up a few islands."

"Intimidate them for what? We are civilized people; we are here to 'inspect the work'."

Lin Feng said lazily, without even lifting his eyelids, "Besides, these four old loaches are the most sensible, which is to say, cowardly. I bet fifty cents that they are already kneeling at the door."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The sea surface churned violently, and the giant waves parted to the sides, forming a wide waterway.

Four old men wearing dragon robes and crowns, leading countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals, held up a huge piece of white cloth (it wasn't even a white flag, it was a bedsheet), with a few crooked, large characters written on it— "Warmly welcome the Tiance Mansion Master to guide us".

They respectfully rose into mid-air, with smiles on their faces that were uglier than crying.

"Sinful subjects Ao Guang of the East Sea (Ao Run of the West Sea, Ao Qin of the South Sea, Ao Shun of the North Sea), together with all members of the Four Dragon Clans, pay respects to the Tiance Mansion Master! Pay respects to the God Lord! Long live the God Lord, long live, long live!"

The four old Dragon Kings knelt in unison on the cloud, their movements uniform, clearly having rehearsed under the water.

"The God Lord's Divine Might is unparalleled, uniting the Three Realms! Our Dragon Clan's admiration for the God Lord is like the continuous flow of the great river, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, impossible to stop! To see the God Lord's heavenly countenance today is truly our Dragon Clan's good fortune for three lifetimes!"

While flattering him, Ao Guang desperately signaled to Prime Minister Turtle behind him.

Several hundred strongmen walked up carrying dozens of huge treasure chests.

The chests opened.

"Whoosh—"

Golden light filled the air! It almost blinded Marshal Tianpeng.

Inside were all Top-Grade Spirit Stones, ten-thousand-year divine iron, deep-sea pearls, ancient relics, coral and agate... and even the other three sea-pacifying needles that hadn't been taken yet, polished until they gleamed.

"God Lord, this is a small 'token' from our Four Dragon Clans, please do not take offense."

Ao Guang accompanied his words with a smiling face, humble to the extreme, terrified that Lin Feng would open fire if he was unhappy, "Previously, the Great Sage Sun took one sea-pacifying needle, and we thought that since the God Lord has such a vast household, one is definitely not enough. We have brought the remaining three for you as well! To round it off, it can just be used to build a shade, or as chopsticks for your warship!"

Lin Feng looked at the mountain of gold and silver in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Build a shade? Use the sea-pacifying needle to build a shade? This old Dragon King really has a wild imagination in order to survive.

He put down the fishing rod, stood up, and walked to the pile of treasures. He casually picked up a night-luminescent pearl larger than a basketball, tossed it in his hand, and then threw it back into the chest like trash.

"Just this?"

Lin Feng spat out two words indifferently.

These two words, like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattered the four Dragon Kings' psychological defenses.

It's over! He thinks it's too little!

"God Lord! We have more! We have more!" Ao Guang was so anxious he was about to cry, and with a thud, he knocked his head on the ground, "There is more in the Dragon Palace warehouse! I will take out my wife's dowry too! I will dig out the burial items from the ancestral graves! As long as the God Lord doesn't kill us, money is useless to us!"

Lin Feng shook his head, walked to Ao Guang, and looked down at him from above.

"Ao Guang, do you think I lack money?"

Ao Guang was stunned. That's right, he has even occupied the Heavenly Court and possesses the resources of the entire Three Realms; would he lack these few pearls and agates?

"Then... then what does the God Lord lack? As long as we have it..."

"I don't lack money. What I lack is—people. Oh no, it's Dragons."

Lin Feng patted Ao Guang on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Your Dragon Clan has been getting worse with each generation since the ancient Dragon-Han Calamity. Now you are mixed up to the point where even a monkey can bully you, and even Nezha can pull out your tendons; don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel frustrated?"

The four Dragon Kings lowered their heads, their faces full of shame, their fists tightly clenched. This was their sore spot, the eternal scar of the Dragon Clan. Bloodline regression, low strength; the once overlords of heaven and earth could now only rely on hoarding treasures and acting like soft-legged shrimps to survive.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Lin Feng's voice was full of temptation, like a devil's whisper.

"You submit to Tiance Mansion and become the 'imperial air force' of my God Kingdom. And I, will help you solve the problem of Bloodline regression."

"What?!"

Suddenly raising his head, Ao Guang's eyes widened to the size of copper bells, his breathing rapid, his whole body trembling, "God Lord... you... what did you say? You can solve the Bloodline problem? Can let us... return to our ancestors?"

"Whether I can or not, won't you know if you try?"

Lin Feng smiled mysteriously and turned to look at a young, handsome, yet somewhat weak-looking Dragon son standing behind Ao Guang, who had been keeping his head down.

"That is your son Ao Bing, right? Nezha's good buddy?"

"Let him come over. To be a test subject."