Chapter Three: The Dragon Queen of the Eastern Sea

According to Master Xing, the East Sea Dragon Mother’s mortal name in this lifetime is Jing Hong. She is fifty-five years old this year. Over a decade ago, she was one of the wealthiest figures in City B, but four years ago, her factory went bankrupt, her business collapsed, and she is now burdened with debts everywhere.

The night before Jing Hong arrived, as soon as he fell asleep, Master Xing’s spirit traveled to the underwater Dragon Palace. He stood on the grand hall’s golden brick floor. The East Sea Dragon Palace was magnificent, its crystal beams embedded with fist-sized luminous pearls that shone brilliantly. The old Dragon King of the East Sea sat in a chair polished from red coral, his face clouded with worry.

Seemingly unprepared for Master Xing’s swift arrival, the old Dragon King hastily rose to greet him, bowing respectfully. “Greetings, Kunlun Divine Lord…”

Master Xing’s face darkened upon entering the palace, for it brought back unpleasant memories of past experiences here. With a stern expression, he asked, “Old Dragon King, for what reason have you summoned me?”

The old Dragon King hesitated, then muttered, “My son’s wife has committed a grave error, ignorant of heaven and earth, offending the True Martial Great Emperor of the Celestial Realm. She was cast down to the mortal world for punishment. Tomorrow she must come to your sanctuary. I humbly ask the Divine Lord to deal with my dragon clan with leniency.”

“I always handle matters strictly and impartially,” Master Xing replied coldly. “If she sincerely repents and turns toward virtue, I will not hold her past foolish deeds against her.”

The old Dragon King lowered his head in shame, as if feeling utterly disgraced.

After speaking, Master Xing turned to leave. Passing by the garden’s rockery, he paused, recalling the last time the East Sea Dragon Mother tricked him there. A young woman in a red dress, heavily made up, suddenly appeared behind him and embraced him tightly. Startled, he attempted to struggle, but the girl wept while confessing her love incessantly. Feeling helpless, he was about to push her away when he met a pair of shocked and sorrowful eyes behind the rockery.

“Who was that girl holding you?” I couldn’t help but ask on behalf of my close friend Yang Yue.

“I don’t remember,” Master Xing rubbed his temples. “Many things in the celestial realm escape my memory. When I return from the divine realm, my memories are sealed. Sometimes fragments resurface, but they are disjointed and hard to piece together.”

“I received a call as soon as I woke up. It was from Feng Huyuan. He said he was bringing someone to me — a person in deep trouble.”

Master Xing continued, “The moment I saw Jing Hong, I knew her path had reached a dead end.”

The bigger the business, the more people believe in feng shui and mysticism. Wealthy individuals are no fools.

Many businesspeople have been cursed to varying degrees. In the business world, scheming and underhanded tactics, including sorcery, are commonplace. Jing Hong was afflicted by a curse.

She conducted business ruthlessly, once driving a rival’s enterprise to bankruptcy. When the rival pleaded for mercy, Jing Hong verbally agreed but secretly crushed them utterly.

The rival cursed her bitterly, “Jing Hong, remember me now. One day your downfall will be worse than mine. Your business will serve as a funeral pyre for mine.”

At that time, Jing Hong’s business was booming; she never took the threat seriously. Yet the curse gradually took effect. Business declined steadily, her health deteriorated, and misfortunes plagued her family: one day her son had a car accident, the next her husband fell gravely ill.

Whenever Jing Hong neared the pinnacle of her life, sudden calamities struck, shattering her utterly. While ordinary people might face one or two major disasters in a lifetime, she endured countless, so many that chance or bad luck could no longer explain them.

Over the years, she consulted many masters, but none could solve her problems entirely.

The first thing Master Xing said upon meeting her was, “You have offended a supreme god.”

This shocked Jing Hong. Ten years ago, a semi-immortal fortune teller had similarly declared that she had angered a deity and would suffer divine retribution unless she found a general to aid her.

To appease the True Martial Great Emperor, Master Xing had Jing Hong kneel facing the seven divine statues in the sanctuary. He took a hard-soled shoe from the next room, and with Feng Huyuan counting, Jing Hong was to be struck three hundred and thirty-three times.

As he raised the shoe, he noticed something amiss — a golden dragon lay coiled on Jing Hong’s back, trying to bear the blows in her stead.

“Dragon child, get down!” Master Xing commanded sternly.

The golden dragon guarded Jing Hong tightly, eyes filled with tears, shaking its head and speaking in a youthful voice: “Please let me endure these three hundred thirty-three strikes for Mother! She is but a mortal and cannot bear it.”

“Her sins must be paid by herself. The deity will not forgive her without this punishment. You taking her blows is futile.”

Jing Hong sensed this connection. Mother and son share one heart. For twenty years, she had known a divine dragon protected her. She called out, “Son, return to the East Sea…”

“Mother, I do not want to leave you,” the dragon said mournfully.

“If you do not leave, I will summon the Divine Dragon Sword to slay you,” Master Xing warned gravely, leaving no doubt he meant it.

“Son, go quickly. Await Mother’s return in the East Sea.”

The golden dragon spiraled once in the air above the sanctuary, glanced back longingly at Jing Hong, then flicked its tail and flew out the window.

Master Xing struck harshly, the sole of the shoe cracking sharply—Jing Hong screamed continuously at first, then gradually lost her voice, collapsing weakly on the meditation cushion. Feng Huyuan, standing nearby, was too frightened to continue counting, fearing she might die and implicate them.

After one hundred thirty-three strikes, Master Xing stopped. The remaining two hundred had to wait for another session; otherwise, Jing Hong might truly perish here.

The higher-ups had not insisted the punishment be completed all at once.

He told Jing Hong to return home and rest, to come back in half a month to continue her penance.

Before leaving, Jing Hong looked at Master Xing with fear replacing her former businesslike cunning and composure.

Master Xing was not worried she wouldn't return. Businesspeople like Jing Hong calculate everything precisely. Physical pain passes with time, but unresolved matters haunt a lifetime.

“Is it a week from now that Jing Hong will receive her second beating?” I asked curiously. “...Are you asking me to watch her get punished?”

Master Xing fixed his gaze on me and said slowly, “Because you are the daughter of the True Martial Great Emperor.”

One afternoon, while drinking tea in the sanctuary, Master Xing heard a cough from the statue of the True Martial Great Emperor. A red light radiated from the altar, and a commanding voice proclaimed, “Xu Xiaoqian is my daughter.”

Hearing this, I felt a mix of emotions. Without memories of the divine realm, hearing about my celestial parents evoked a strange blend of unfamiliarity and joy.

After a long pause, I asked, “Then who is my mother?”

“My father did not say. But anyone who marries the True Martial Great Emperor must be of considerable status,” he replied.

A week later, Yang Yue and I visited the sanctuary. Arriving early, we found Master Xing folding paper ingots. Seeing us, he taught us how to fold them. My skills were poor, and it took me a while to complete one.

We chatted as we folded. I asked, “What are all these paper ingots for?”

“There’s a set time,” he said. “At 3:30, Jing Hong’s grievances with the True Martial Great Emperor must be resolved. To do so, besides beating the Dragon Mother to appease the emperor, many paper ingots must be burned as offerings to curry favor upstairs. Without payment, why would the celestial soldiers and generals help her?”

“There must be many heavenly soldiers and generals up there!” I asked eagerly. “Like Nezha, Yang Jian—they’re all up there, right?”

“Nezha is, but Yang Jian is not. He stays at Guanjiang Mansion in Sichuan,” Master Xing replied, folding another ingot swiftly.

“When I read ‘Investiture of the Gods,’ my favorite character was Yang Jian,” I gushed, hands cupping my cheeks. “He’s so handsome! The book says when Yang Jian first appears, he even astonishes Jiang Ziya.”

“I was handsome in the celestial realm too!” Master Xing retorted grumpily. “If Yang Jian saw you acting like this, he’d laugh himself silly at you swooning over someone.”

“But—” I was about to argue when a voice, gentle yet tinged with helplessness and affection, echoed in my mind as if from a distant time. A man said, “Even if you destroy all of Guanjiang Mansion, I will follow you.”

I heard myself reply, “Why are you still so gentle, just like before?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Master Xing waved his hand before my eyes and snapped his fingers. “Why did you suddenly go dumb?!”

I looked at him, dazed, still stuck on that sudden, inexplicable conversation. Where did those words come from?

While folding paper ingots, I had already drunk several cups of tea.

Master Xing frowned. “How can you drink so much water?”

“I don’t know why. I’ve been especially thirsty lately. I’ve always been able to drink a lot, but recently it’s like I just emerged from a desert, barely surviving. The more I drink, the thirstier I get. I don’t know where the water goes,” I said, then felt parched again and gulped down another cup.

“That’s not right!” Master Xing’s eyes flickered with suspicion. Then he closed them for a moment and reopened them. “Why are you drying up? Your dragon body is still bleeding…”

Earlier, in his mind’s eye, he saw two dragons fighting above a cliff: a blue dragon and a fire dragon, each stubborn and fierce. They struck and bit fiercely. Eventually, the blue dragon weakened, was hit by the fire dragon’s sweeping tail several times, and was knocked off the cliff into a deep gorge below.

The gorge was near a vast desert, dry and rainless year-round. Dragons need water, especially a wounded blue dragon. It was unknown how long it had lain there before being discovered and rescued.

Master Xing recounted this scene to me.

I was instantly furious, clenching my fists. “Who is that fire dragon? I want to beat him to death.”

“Back home, you can think of how to deal with him. First, let me heal your wounds.” Master Xing closed his eyes and placed his hands on my head. After a while, I felt the many bloody wounds on my body being repaired gradually, the lost scales growing back.

After healing, he instructed me to summon my true form to the East Sea, where I must soak completely in seawater to relieve the dryness and thirst in my dragon body.

I closed my eyes and saw myself transform into a rejuvenated blue dragon flying through the sky. Clouds brushed past like feathers. Below, I spotted an endless ocean and swiftly dove into it, creating a massive splash. Like a dry sponge soaked fully, water seeped through my pores, instantly revitalizing me. Just as I was about to swim freely, I heard Master Xing’s voice from above: “You can come back now—”

His words abruptly transported me from the East Sea back to the sanctuary. I opened my eyes regretfully. “I just got into the water! Couldn’t you have let me swim a little longer before calling me back?”

Unconsciously, it was already 3:30. Jing Hong still hadn’t arrived. Master Xing’s brows furrowed deeply. “She’s late. The True Martial Great Emperor is very angry.”

“Why didn’t she come? Is she afraid of the beating?” I asked.

“No matter the reason, her case is doomed…” Master Xing shook his head, his dark eyes tinged with helplessness. “The True Martial Great Emperor refuses reconciliation. Only out of respect for me does he reluctantly give her a chance.”

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