Tavern of the Spear: Desire for Pleasure

Cheng Yu smiled sheepishly and scratched his head: "Actually, it wasn't that amazing. I just used a little 'insignificant' trick."

Obsidian had calmed down by then; after all, he wasn't gambling with his life. However, seeing his "little pet" Qian Tu dare to contradict him in front of others still annoyed him. He pulled Qian Tu into his arms, pinched his cheeks hard, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Tonight, you'd better be a good boy and get ready for me to come find you."

Cheng Yu sat awkwardly at the gambling table, stealing a glance at Obsidian, feeling somewhat uneasy. He didn't want to suffer Obsidian's "special treatment" like Qian Tu had.

Obsidian seemed to sense Cheng Yu's unease and glanced at him contemptuously: "What, you want to try too? With your skinny arms and legs, I wouldn't even look at you."

Cheng Yu quickly waved his hand and smiled awkwardly, "No, no, you're joking."

After a while, Obsidian led Cheng Yu and Qian Tu away from the casino to continue their tour of the Black Dragon Tribe.

"It's more of a mixed tribe than a Black Dragon tribe," Obsidian explained to Cheng Yu as they walked. "There are very few real black dragons here; most are other races, all sorts of races. It's just that this tribe is ruled by black dragons, so it's called the Black Dragon tribe."

"Who is the leader of that tribe?" Cheng Yu asked curiously.

“My brother.” Obsidian said with a hint of disdain, “Only a fool would become a leader. He would be bothered by a bunch of useless people every day and have to deal with all those trivial matters. I don’t have the time for that.”

Obsidian continued showing Cheng Yu around, and compared to the werewolf tribe, the Black Dragon tribe was simply paradise. Cheng Yu even felt that the previous werewolf tribe couldn't even be considered a village.

“The most unique feature here is actually a white dragon slave ranch, which is also my property,” Obsidian said, pointing to an area enclosed by a fence in the distance. “The white dragon slaves of the werewolf tribe all come from here.”

Cheng Yu looked in the direction Obsidian was pointing and saw many white dragons imprisoned in the ranch. They were dressed in rags, emaciated, and had empty eyes, like walking corpses.

“The white dragons that were initially kept in this slave ranch were all provided by the werewolf tribe,” Obsidian explained. “The reason we let the black dragons keep them is mainly because the werewolf tribe cannot completely control these white dragons. They can only let the more powerful black dragons manage them. Moreover, we have even more ‘advanced’ management methods to ensure that they will be obedient when they are released.”

"Then why did the white dragon become a slave?" Cheng Yu asked, puzzled.

“Well…” Obsidian stroked his chin, “It’s a long history, and I’m not entirely sure. But Qian Tu’s father must know very well. If you want to know, you can go ask him.”

Cheng Yu nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that to unravel the mystery of the White Dragon slave, he had to find Qian Tu's father. He secretly resolved to find out the truth.

After the tour, Obsidian arranged for Cheng Yu and Qian Tu to rest in a luxurious guest room. Cheng Yu lay on the soft bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

The images of those white dragon slaves kept flashing through his mind. Their eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, which made him feel a pang of heartache. Perhaps it was because of his contact with Aolian; otherwise, Cheng Yu would never have felt so agitated.

If it were the old him, he might even have bought a few slaves to play with.

But he had already been through too much. Although he couldn't rescue Aolian now, he could at least help him rescue his people. He secretly vowed to find a way to help them and restore their freedom.

Night had fallen, and Cheng Yu lay on his soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The empty eyes of the white dragon slaves lingered in his mind; their despair and helplessness pierced his heart like fine needles.

Just then, the door opened softly, and Qian Tu walked in. He went straight to the bedside, lay down beside Cheng Yu, and asked softly, "Can't you sleep? Is it because of those white dragons?"

Cheng Yu remained silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but he was considerate of Qian Tu's feelings. He knew that the werewolf tribe seemed to have no goodwill towards the white dragon clan, and he didn't want to upset Qian Tu because of this.

Qian Tu exuded a strong aura of masculine hormones, mixed with the distinctive scent of Obsidian, a pungent odor that made Cheng Yu feel somewhat uncomfortable. He guessed that Qian Tu had probably gone to Obsidian's place first before coming over. As for what happened between them in Obsidian's room, Cheng Yu dared not think about it further.

Qian Tu hugged Cheng Yu tightly, letting him smell his scent more clearly, and then gently comforted him, "Everyone has different thoughts. I know my father does hate Bai Long, but I don't. After all..." He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Bai Long's 'scent' is really quite good."

Cheng Yu sighed, turned his body to the side, unwilling to speak to Qian Tu face to face. "In the end, it's not that you don't hate it, you just like the White Dragon slave."

Seeing Cheng Yu with his back to him, Qian Tu wasn't annoyed and continued to hold him tightly. "Of course, disobedient individuals will definitely be punished." His tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable domineering air.

Cheng Yu felt utterly powerless, as if trapped in an invisible cage, unable to break free. He closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about those troubling things.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yu finally fell into a deep sleep. That night, he did not sleep well; his dreams were filled with the painful groans and desperate cries of the white dragon slaves.

The next morning, when Cheng Yu woke up, he felt sore all over, as if he had just been in a fierce battle. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that Qian Tu was no longer in the room.

He struggled to get out of bed, walked to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of fresh air. The morning sunlight shone on him, bringing him a touch of warmth.

He gazed at the distant, rolling mountains, his heart filled with confusion and unease. He didn't know what his future held, nor how to help those poor white dragon slaves.

He knew he had to find Qian Tu's father as soon as possible and unravel the mystery of the White Dragon slaves. Only then could he find a way to help them and free them.

Cheng Yu followed the distinctive scent lingering on Qian Tu and found him. Qian Tu was leisurely enjoying breakfast in the dining room of his room, sunlight streaming through the window and bathing him in a golden glow.

“Qian Tu, I must go see your father immediately.” Cheng Yu walked up to Qian Tu and said firmly, “I must find out the truth about the White Dragon slaves.”

Qian Tu looked up at Cheng Yu's anxious expression, but showed no displeasure. He pointed to the food on the table and said gently, "Don't rush, eat something first."

Just then, Obsidian emerged from the bathroom in Qian Tu's room. He was completely naked, wearing only a pair of briefs, his wet sideburns plastered to his forehead, giving him a languid yet sexy look. He yawned and said lazily, "Why the rush?"

Obsidian walked to the dining table, poured himself a glass of wine, and then said slowly, "I advise you not to go see Kaimen Richie right now. He might be practicing his 'pleasure' right now, and he'll be very angry if you disturb him."

Cheng Yu recalled what had happened that night and immediately calmed down. He didn't want to experience that scene again. He nodded, indicating his understanding.

"Then what do you mean by 'pleasure'?" Cheng Yu looked at the naked Obsidian and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you also believe in the god of pleasure?"

Obsidian tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, then nodded firmly: "Of course, what I understand as pleasure is money. It's not normal for Black Dragon to be greedy, is it?" He paused, then added, "However, it's not quite normal that my brother isn't interested in money."

"Your brother? Who is he? What's his name?" Cheng Yu recalled the tribal chief that Obsidian had mentioned before.

“Hei Yi is him. He even wants to change his name to Bai Ze. What a fool. A black dragon named Bai Ze, does he really think he's a sacred beast?” Hei Yao put down his wine glass, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. “His understanding of pleasure is a thirst for knowledge. Everyone’s understanding of this concept is different.”

Cheng Yu nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that everyone in these two tribes had their own unique beliefs and pursuits. He began to develop a strong interest in Heize, this mysterious tribal chief. He decided that after resolving the matter of the white dragon slaves, he must find an opportunity to visit Heize and learn about his understanding of "pleasure and desire"—perhaps the other could be of help.

After breakfast, Obsidian led Cheng Yu and Qian Tu away from the Black Dragon Tribe, heading towards Kaimen Richie's residence. Along the way, Cheng Yu pondered the fate of the White Dragon slaves and the complex relationship between the Black Dragon Tribe and the Werewolf Tribe. He vaguely sensed that these two races were not as simple as they appeared, especially since the Werewolf Tribe had mentioned "wolves."

The three returned to the werewolf tribe together. As soon as Obsidian stepped into the territory, his familiar expression of disgust appeared on his face. "This place..." he wrinkled his nose, "This smell is unbearable." Of course, his disgust was mainly directed at the environment; he actually quite admired some of the werewolves, such as Thousand Slaughter and his father.

On the way back, Qian Tu enthusiastically introduced Cheng Yu to his brothers and sisters, totaling more than a hundred. Cheng Yu was dumbfounded. He could hardly believe that Qian Tu's father was so "prolific," and he was also amazed by Qian Tu's memory, which allowed him to remember the names of more than a hundred brothers and sisters.

“I think Kaimen Richie shouldn’t have worshipped the god of pleasure,” Cheng Yu sighed. “He should have worshipped the god of fertility instead.”

Obsidian nodded in agreement: "That's what I think too. It's just a pity that there is no such thing as a 'breeding' god in this world. If there were, this god would definitely receive the most faith power in the wolf tribe."

"Why?" Cheng Yu asked, puzzled.

“Over the years, I’ve observed that these werewolves are practically breeding machines, constantly reproducing every year.” Obsidian’s tone was full of helplessness. “Even I, a dragon, don’t have such a strong desire.”

Qian Tu coughed awkwardly, signaling Hei Yao to say less. "It's not like we wanted it to be this way," he explained, "It's mainly due to genetics; we're very prone to..." He paused, not finishing his sentence.

Chatting along the way, they finally arrived at Kaimen Richie's residence. It was a house built of giant logs, looking simple and unadorned, a stark contrast to the luxurious architecture of the Black Dragon Tribe.

Two burly werewolf guards stood at the door of the house. Upon seeing Obsidian and Thousand Slaughter, they immediately bowed respectfully: "Lord Obsidian, Young Master Thousand Slaughter."

Obsidian nodded slightly in response. He turned to Cheng Yu and said, "Let's go inside."

Cheng Yu took a deep breath and stepped into Kaimen Richie's residence. He knew that he was about to have an important conversation, one that might unravel the mystery of the White Dragon slaves.

The room was dimly lit, and a faint herbal scent filled the air. Cheng Yu looked around and found that the room was simply furnished, with only a wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and a fireplace.

A roaring fire crackled in the fireplace, adding warmth to the room. Opposite the fireplace sat a tall werewolf. He had silver-white fur, his face etched with the marks of time, and his eyes were deep and sharp.

“Father.” Qian Tu walked up to the werewolf and bowed respectfully.

The werewolf raised his head, his gaze falling on Cheng Yu, and asked in a low voice, "And who is this?"

"6...You've forgotten me so quickly, haven't you?"

“He is my friend, Cheng Yu,” Qian Tu introduced. “He wants to know something about the White Dragon slaves.”

Kaimen Richie's gaze lingered on Cheng Yu for a moment before he slowly said, "I know what you want to ask. Come with me. Oh, by the way, each of my bodies has its own independent memories. Unless they share them, I can't possibly recognize you."

"..."

"I won't bother you any longer, I'll just sit here for a while."

He stood up and walked towards a wooden door at the back of the room. Cheng Yu and Qian Tu exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Behind the wooden door was a narrow passage. The walls on both sides of the passage were covered with ancient totems, exuding a mysterious aura.

Kaimen Richie walked ahead, silent. Cheng Yu followed closely behind, his heart filled with anticipation and trepidation. He had no idea what secrets lay hidden at the end of this passage.