Twisted Dreams-Chapter 199 - 169: Arrival at the Imperial Capital

Chapter 199: Chapter 169: Arrival at the Imperial Capital

The foreign man took a gentle sip of champagne and comfortably exclaimed:

"This is truly what aristocrats drink.

I quite like the aristocrats of the past.

Commoners paid taxes to the nobles, who in turn protected them.

What a stable social model.

Yet, it’s baffling why so many people liked to rebel.

Just like the book you read, Rebels, dull and ignorant."

Li Yang initially wasn’t inclined to converse much with him.

However, the long journey was indeed rather boring.

"Do you know how medieval beer was made?"

Li Yang asked.

The foreign man sneered:

"In the Middle Ages, my ancestors were elegant nobles; they didn’t need to understand such things."

Li Yang closed the book and said:

"Barley sprouts after being soaked and placed in a cool indoor spot.

Then it’s taken outdoors, sheltered from wind and rain.

In no more than three days, it’s ready for harvesting and juicing.

The harvested barley can continue to sprout, but it will never fully grow.

The scythe, which is what a noble represents."

The foreign man’s expression froze.

Nobles were compared to filthy, gluttonous, corpse-eating Vampires.

His pride in being a ’descendant of the nobility’ was completely undone by the sarcasm.

He forcibly argued:

"But aren’t nobles dutifully protecting them?

Just as farmers protect their crops, so they should hand over their ears of grain."

Li Yang laughed sarcastically:

"Everyone tells the barley to behave, that the nobles will shelter them.

They only need to bask in blessings and grow strong.

But no one tells them that barley will never fully grow.

Because the only voice they can hear is that of the scythe.

The scythe only allows the barley to hear its own voice.

The fate of the barley is to be repeatedly harvested by the scythe.

Until they become old and dry, useless, only then will they be abandoned.

What wheat needs to survive is water and the nutrients of its embryo, and your ancestors just happened to block their sunlight.

The fate of the wheat shouldn’t be juicing—without those scythes, they could have become a golden field."

Li Yang shook the book in his hand and said:

"That’s the story in this book."

The foreign man frowned deeply.

He seemed to understand a phrase.

There once were people who felt oppressed but didn’t know why they were oppressed.

He was somewhat incredulous.

This was the first time he was rendered speechless, without a single word to counter.

The foreign man seriously looked at Li Yang:

"I apologize for my previous rudeness.

I thought Xia Country was a nation completely devoid of cultural depth.

Didn’t expect such a superstitious place to house someone like you.

I guess your family’s business must have something to do with Foreign Countries, hence your insight."

This person exuded a strong sense of superiority, and he looked down on the enigmatic East Xia Country, considering it backward and superstitious.

Like how many foreigners perceive certain indigenous Americans.

He extended his hand:

"Hello, my name is Jason."

At this moment, the airplane’s announcement of an impending stop could be heard.

Li Yang glanced at the foreign man and reopened his book.

They were nearing the stop, and he could now smoke.

Li Yang’s indifference left Jason’s hand awkwardly suspended mid-air.

Jason’s eyes reflected a hint of gloom.

He rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"You Xia Country people are quite feudal and superstitious.

Lately, there’s been a lot of talk online about Spiritual Energy Revival.

What do you think about it?"

He felt that someone like Li Yang probably wasn’t the superstitious type.

If Li Yang criticized the current superstitious trend in Xia Country, it would make quite a story.

The headline could be, "Clear-headed Rich Second Generation Bashes Current Spiritual Energy Revival Trend."

Li Yang raised one corner of his mouth and said:

"Do you know what unimaginable things for foreigners are said to exist in the Imperial Capital of Xia Country legends?"

Jason was dumbfounded for a moment and shook his head.

Li Yang said dreamily:

"Dragon Qi."

Jason furrowed his brow:

"Dragon Qi?"

Li Yang replied:

"Each ancient capital possesses Dragon Qi, protecting the nation’s fortune."

Jason chuckled drily and mocked:

"No way, do you actually believe that dragons exist in the world?

Why, do you also enjoy those magical stories of knights slaying dragons?"

Li Yang replied:

"For Xia Country, dragons are a totem, unrelated to the evil dragons of your West.

If you know Xia Country’s history, you should be aware of many dragon legends.

Dragons really exist, I can prove it, because..." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Li Yang paused and looked seriously at Jason:

"Because I’ve seen a dragon, with my own eyes."

Jason did not expect Li Yang to be a superstitious lunatic as well.

He shook his head, unsure what to say.

Li Yang, at this moment, showed a trace of a teasing smile:

"When I just said I had seen a dragon, you were momentarily excited, weren’t you?

Only because you believe it’s impossible did your eyes reveal disappointment.

Had there been dragons in Xia Country and you were able to capture it on film, I guess it would help you quite a bit.

So, do you want to see a dragon?"

Jason had a considerable number of fans on foreign networks, an absolute top blogger.

If he captured a dragon on film, he would surely go viral and become a major sensation.

This would definitely benefit him, but how could it be possible?

Jason pondered over Li Yang’s words.

Actually, he didn’t care whether Xia Country truly had dragons.

Of course, Xia Country couldn’t possibly have dragons.

What he cared more about was whether he could capture a dragon on film.

Or whether he could use Xia Country people’s belief in dragons to boost his followers.

Suddenly, he was startled.

He realized something shocking.

Jason was an adventure and custom interview blogger.

He excelled at guiding conversations, laying traps, and creating buzz during interviews.

But during his conversation with Li Yang, he’d been completely led by the nose, even feeling his mind sluggish.

This was simply incredible!

The plane began landing, speeding down the runway, and the acceleration brought Jason’s thoughts back.

Li Yang picked up the book, and a black cat jumped onto Li Yang’s shoulder.

His luggage was simple.

A book, a cat.

Jason found Li Yang increasingly intriguing, always feeling this person would surprise him.

He quickly took out his phone from his pocket, wanting to exchange contact information with Li Yang.

But when he looked up again, the person was already gone.

Only one phrase kept echoing in his mind.

"Do you want to see a dragon?"

...

Imperial Capital, a seaside villa community.

The villas here couldn’t compare to the luxurious Zhang Family’s coastal estate, but it was the kind most ordinary folks nod to saying, "When I get rich, I’ll buy one of these."

Li Yang sat on the balcony of the second floor of the villa, headphones in his ears, facing the sunset and bathing in the sea breeze.

Suzu sat on the balcony, legs swinging back and forth.

She pouted:

"This place isn’t as comfortable as ours."

Li Yang’s villa was a standalone mansion halfway up the mountain, considered a grand estate even in the South Sea, naturally surpassing the villas in the Imperial Capital’s villa community.

Suzu turned her head to look at Li Yang:

"Wasn’t that Jason the person you were looking for today?

Why didn’t you contact him today?"

Li Yang lit a cigarette and said quietly:

"It’s not the right time; for now, he can’t be used to his fullest potential."

He glanced at Suzu:

"Now that you’re here, you have to work.

Rest tonight, but tomorrow, find me members of the Demon Club."

At this time, Li Yang’s phone received an encrypted message.

It was from Du Yangming.

A related report about "Dragons."

Considering the time, Kong Qianqiu should have produced that Dragon by now.