Chapter 1116: Chapter 650_2
“Are you the master who’s going on the Western Heaven pilgrimage?”
“Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of rcy to handle chores or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?”
Looking at the giant white dragon head erging from the waters of Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang paid it no mind at all, taking a swig from his wine gourd before slowly asking.
“It’s my father, the West Sea Dragon King who sent to wait here for the one on the pilgrimage.”
Seeing the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva, having been healing here since arriving and not eating anything.
“Your aura’s unstable, and you have hidden injuries. What’s going on, were you beaten in this Yingchou River?”
In the Demon Clan, pure Dragon Clan still held a high position. Even if the Dragons have declined for so ti, they weren’t ones anyone could easily offend.
Since Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, certainly he wasn’t captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform.
“It’s the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancée had an affair with him and on the day of our wedding, had a tryst. I wanted to kill these two thieves, but the Nine-Headed Beast was too strong, I got injured.”
Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, looking heartbroken.
As the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, marrying the daughter of the Well River Dragon King from Erald Waves Lake, he thought she was out of his league.
Didn’t expect this Wansheng Princess to shalessly, on the wedding day, collude with the Nine-Headed Beast, to elope and escape the marriage.
If you didn’t want to marry him, why agree to this marriage?
The matter blew up, his Little White Dragon Ao Lie’s face was lost, not to ntion the West Sea Dragon Palace also beca a laughingstock, creating a deadly feud!
If it weren’t for the Nine-Headed Beast’s Golden Immortal Peak cultivation level, impervious to Dragon Clan seeking vengeance, Erald Waves Lake would have been wiped out.
“Tsk tsk, you got cuckolded, huh? This is too miserable, losing your wife and getting beaten up.”
The Nine-Headed Beast is impressive, not only beating the husband but also stealing his wife and inheriting her family’s business.
Little White Dragon felt ashad to death at that mont.
Weaker in strength, wife stolen, beaten by the sa rival, and unable to rely on family for revenge, who ignored him.
If he wasn’t unable to beat Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would want to stab this schadenfreude bald monk with his sword seventeen or eighteen tis!
“Why single-handedly pine over one flower when there are so many out there?
Isn’t the Dragon’s nature supposed to be promiscuous? Why are you so pure-hearted?
As West Sea Prince, surely there are little demons out there charming you?”
In the primordial tis, before the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, the Dragon Clan was a sovereign power, corrupting countless maidens, resulting in demons with Dragon Vein blood appearing among many races.
Why do they say a dragon bears nine sons, each different?
Isn’t it because the Ancestral Dragon set a good example?
Now in the primordial world, any demon with decent bloodlines often has traces of dragon vein in them.
At banquets in the Heavenly Court, entertaining immortals, dishes like Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow co from dragon beasts containing dragon vein.
Despite the decline, pure Dragon Clan still exists, and the Ancestral Dragon remains alive, commanding respect among top power leaders.
Thus using pure Dragon Clan as cuisine, is just done discretely on rare occasions.
The Ancestral Dragon’s strength is comparable to a Supre, at least able to rival figures like Zhen Yuanzi or Ming River Sect Master.
The truth is, the Heavenly Emperor Hao Tian of today can barely use the Heavenly Court’s position to gain so Dao support and fight the Ancestral Dragon to a draw.
If outside the Heavenly Court, battling in chaos, Hao Tian would definitely be the grandson under the Ancestral Dragon’s crushing defeat.
Such is the advantage of being half-Chaos Demon God bloodline, belonging to the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin.
Were it not Pangu splitting chaos, breaking their chaotic forms to pieces, forcing them to re-form through remaining bloodlines in the primordial world, they would surely beco Primordial Saints.
Yang i is the best example; during Pangu’s battle, surviving with the Space Dao didn’t destroy Void Willow’s chaotic form, only slightly hard the origin, taking a heavy toll.
At that ti, even Hongjun got severely injured, yet Yang i escaped the chaos tribulation. While Hongjun neared sainthood, Yang i proved Dao through strength in chaos, becoming primordial.
To pay back the primordial’s grand karma and avoid rging with the Dao fate, Yang i dueled Hongjun in chaos once he beca a saint.
Hongjun attacked while Yang i defensively kept brushing away Hongjun’s magical treasures using Void Willow and Space Law, forcing Hongjun to concede before returning the innate treasures.
Then went into chaos, leaving the primordial world, wandering the chaotic sea.
“I, Ao Lie, am the dignified Third Prince of the Western Sea Dragon, why would I care for roadside flowers?”
Ao Lie proudly stated.
“So you found a tramp?”
Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes and retorted, making the Little White Dragon almost lose it.
Seeing his silence, dragon eyes flashing dangerously, Chen Sanzang tossed the wine gourd over.
“Tsk tsk, truly a pure-hearted little White Dragon, unscathed by society’s poison. House flowers aren’t as fragrant as wild ones.”
They say, a wife isn’t as good as a concubine, a concubine isn’t as good as a thief; what man doesn’t enjoy this?
This Little White Dragon obviously hasn’t endured societal hardships; Chen Sanzang didn’t mind giving him a proper lesson.
Seeing the low-spirited Little White Dragon with suppressed anger, Chen Sanzang stopped teasing.
“Co on, don’t sulk. It’s just a tramp running away; countless beautiful demons await you.
Follow , and you’ll gain power, status, and plenty of beauties.
I assure you, soon you’ll eat well, drink rrily, roam freely in the world, and spread the Dragon Clan bloodlines.
Think of all the ancestors who left Dragon bloodlines among demon kind in this land.
You, as pure Dragon Clan, should certainly follow their examples.”
Chen Sanzang’s reasoning might not work imdiately, yet planted a seed of race pride in the pure-hearted little White Dragon’s heart.
“Co, stop overthinking, change into human form, and enjoy so fine food and drink. Help set up this pot, bring the water to a boil, Little Kongkong will be back soon, and we’ll feast.”
Chen Sanzang lazily lay on the couch, placing so spirit fruits on his tiger’s back for leisurely snacking.
anwhile, in human form, Little White Dragon Ao Lie obediently squatted by the hot pot, used a spell to ignite flas, heating the pot.
“Old Chen, your wild ga is here, pure Dragon isn’t easy to catch, but here’s a Flood Dragon as a substitute.”
Sun Wukong, riding the Sorsault Cloud, dragged a Flood Dragon larger than himself back quickly from the horizon.
“Clean it up, don’t waste the Dragon Blood, and cut the Dragon Whip for wine; it’s a great supplent!”
Chen Sanzang wiped tears from the corner of his mouth, floated to the back end of the Flood Dragon, pulled out a at-cutting knife from sowhere, aid at a critical spot, and decisively sent a cut, quickly pocketing a large chunk.
This scene made Sun Wukong bare his teeth, yet couldn’t do anything about it.
In recent days, after sparring three tis with Chen Sanzang, though every ti was a draw, neither went all out.
If it were a life-or-death fight, Sun Wukong was confident he could defeat the drunken, at-loving monk, but he would definitely suffer grave harm.
It’s an instinct arising from practicing Chaos Demon Ape’s body refining technique.
“Little White Dragon, go process the Flood Dragon, slice the at, then put it in the pot.”
Casually handing the Flood Dragon to Ao Lie, Sun Wukong bared his teeth to reveal a friendly (nacing) smile at Little White Dragon.
Instantly, Little White Dragon felt a chill all over, nodding woodenly, then dragging the Flood Dragon’s corpse to the water’s edge.
Using mana to evaporate cold sweat, grimacing, and dissecting the Flood Dragon’s body.
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