Chapter 1216: Chapter 700:
Pure Dragon Clan, even among the Demon Clan, holds a high position. Even though the Dragon Clan has been in decline for a long ti, they are still not soone you can easily offend.
Since this Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, it certainly hasn’t been captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform.
“It was the work of the Nine-Headed Beast; my fiancée had an affair with him, and on the day of our marriage, they eloped. I originally wanted to kill these two thieves, but unfortunately, the Nine-Headed Beast is powerful and injured .”
Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, looking sorrowful and heartbroken.
He, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Clan, was marrying the daughter of the Well River Dragon King of Erald Waves Lake, which was already beyond his reach.
Who would have thought that the Wansheng Princess would be so shaless as to elope with the Nine-Headed Beast on the wedding day?
If you didn’t want to marry him, why agree to this marriage?
The incident blew up, bringing sha to Little White Dragon Ao Lie, and making the West Sea Dragon Palace the laughing stock, resulting in a deadly grudge ford between the two families!
If it weren’t for the Nine-Headed Beast’s Taiyi Golden Immortal Peak cultivation level, unafraid of the Four Seas Dragon Clan seeking revenge, Erald Waves Lake would have been destroyed long ago.
“Tsk, tsk, you’ve been cuckolded, huh? This is too tragic; not only did they take away your wife, but they also beat you up.”
This Nine-Headed Beast is impressive, not only beating the owner but also taking away his wife and inheriting the woman’s family business.
At this mont, the Little White Dragon felt ashad enough to want to die.
Weaker than others, his wife was taken, and he got beaten up by the third party. Hoping his family would help save face, but they ignored him.
If it weren’t for being unable to beat Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would very much like to poke seventeen or eighteen holes in that gloating bald monk with a sword!
“There are plenty of fish in the sea; why be stuck on one flower?
Isn’t it said that the dragon’s nature is lustful? Why are you so innocent?
You, the dignified Prince of the West Sea, surely have so little demons outside trying to hook up with you?”
In the Primordial tis, before the Dragon-Phoenix calamity, the Dragon Clan was the tyrant of the world, their mischief led to countless young girls being compromised, resulting in many races having demon children with Dragon Vein bloodlines.
Why is it said that the dragon begets nine sons, each different?
Isn’t it just because the Ancestral Dragon set a good example?
Nowadays in the Primordial world, any demon with notable lineage almost invariably has a trace of Dragon Vein bloodline within their bodies.
When the Heavenly Court hosts a banquet to entertain Immortals, the dishes made from Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow are from those Dragon Beasts containing a wisp of Dragon Vein.
After all, while the Pure Dragon Clan’s influence has waned, the Ancestral Dragon is not dead, and every leader of top factions knows this.
So using the Pure Dragon Clan as food is just an occasional indulgence, done discreetly.
After all, the strength of the Ancestral Dragon rivals that of a Supre, at least comparable to figures like Zhen Yuanzi, or the Ming River Sect Master.
Frankly, the current Master of the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor Hao Tian, at best, relies on the position of the Heavenly Emperor in the Heavenly Court, gaining so support from the Heavenly Dao to fight the Ancestral Dragon to a draw.
If he were to leave the Heavenly Court and fight in Chaos, Hao Tian might end up being beaten to a pulp by the Ancestral Dragon, the kind of rubbing his face against the ground.
Bla it on the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin having Half-Chaos Demon God bloodline, this is true bloodline advantage.
If Pangu hadn’t opened the heavens, tearing apart their chaotic bodies, forcing them to rely on the remnants of their bloodline to re-form in the Primordial, causing their bloodlines to degrade significantly, they would definitely have beco Primordial Saints.
After all, Yang i is the best example, in the Pangu’s heaven-opening battle, relying on the Space Dao, he wasn’t battered, just slightly damaged his origin, suffering heavy injuries.
Rember, even Hongjun was severely wounded back then; only Yang i escaped from the heaven-opening calamity, and when Hongjun was about to beco a Saint, Yang i proved the Dao with power in Chaos, becoming Primordial.
And to pay off the big karma of the Primordial, not wanting to be the one with the Harmonized Dao, when Hongjun just beca a Saint, Yang i fought him in Chaos.
Hongjun attacked, Yang i only defended, using Void Willow’s nothing it can’t brush and Space Laws, collecting all of Hongjun’s treasures, forcing him to admit defeat and then returning those Innate Treasures to him.
Afterward, he fled into Chaos, left the Primordial World, and wandered the Chaotic Sea.
“I, Ao Lie, the noble Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Clan, how could I fancy those roadside wildflowers?”
Ao Lie proudly claid.
“So you found a slut instead?”
Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes and retorted, instantly breaking the defenses of a certain Little White Dragon.
Looking silently, with dragon eyes glinting dangerously red, Chen Sanzang tossed the wine gourd in his hand towards him.
“Tsk, tsk, indeed a pure Little White Dragon, never having faced society’s beatdowns. How is a house flower better than a wild one?”
As the saying goes, a wife isn’t as good as a concubine, a concubine isn’t as good as another’s, one you can nab is worse than one you can’t. What man doesn’t have this kink?
This Little White Dragon clearly hasn’t experienced society’s beatdowns yet, and Chen Sanzang doesn’t mind teaching him a lesson.
Seeing the Little White Dragon looking dejected yet with a bit of vehence that dared not voice it, Chen Sanzang stopped teasing further.
“Alright, don’t put on that bitter face. It’s just a slut that ran off, countless beautiful demons await you in the future.
Follow this humble monk, you’ll have power, you’ll have status, and you’ll have no shortage of beauties.
This humble monk guarantees that you’ll live in luxury and freedom, spreading Dragon Clan bloodlines far and wide.
Think of your ancestors, they left so many Dragon Clan bloodlines among the denizens of this world.
You, as a proper Pure Dragon Clan, how can you not do as your ancestors did?”
Chen Sanzang’s warped logic didn’t imdiately work, but it planted a seed in the pure-hearted Little White Dragon’s mind.
“Now, now, don’t look so glum, you just lost a slutty woman, you’ll have countless beautiful demonesses waiting for you in the future.
Stick with this humble monk, you’ll have the power, you’ll have the status, and you’ll have no shortage of beautiful won, and spread the Dragon Clan bloodlines far and wide.
Just think of your ancestors, they left behind a legacy of Dragon Clan bloodlines all over this world.
How could you not grab it for yourself?”
Chen Sanzang implented his sly ideology, and though it did not have an imdiate effect, it planted a seed in the innocent Little White Dragon’s heart.
“Now, go on, don’t look so lancholic, you just need to help set up the pot and get the water boiling, we’ll feast once Little Kongkong returns.”
Chen Sanzang slouched back on a deck chair, taking out so spirit fruit, placing them on a small tiger’s back, leisurely eating and drinking.
anwhile, having transford into human form, Little White Dragon Ao Lie dutifully squatted by the great fire.
“Hey there, the Jiao Long has arrived, pure Dragon is tricky to handle, so make do with this Flood Dragon.”
Sun Wukong, riding on the Sorsault Cloud and dragging a Flood Dragon with a head bigger than his own, flew back.
“Clean it, don’t waste the Dragon Blood, chop off the Dragon Whip for my wine, it’s a great supplent!”
Chen Sanzang grabbed a at cleaver from nowhere, eyed critical parts of the Jiao Long, and decisively cut off a large piece, intending to put it aside for later.
Sun Wukong bared his teeth at this scene but found himself helpless against this corrupted monk.
During these days, having sparred with Chen Sanzang, Sun Wukong was confident he could take down this alcoholic monk, but he knew he would suffer severe injuries in the process.
This was an instinct developed after training in the Body Refining Technique of the Chaos Demon Ape.
“Little White Dragon, go handle this Jiao Long, cut the at into slices, and put it in the pot.”
Handing the Flood Dragon over to Ao Lie casually, Sun Wukong instructed.
The Little White Dragon imdiately felt a chill throughout his body, miserably nodded his head, and dragged the corpse over to the pool.
While using mana to evaporate the chill-induced sweat, he sat down to dissect the demon’s body, forlornly following orders.
One Flood Dragon hotpot, savored in rrint by one man, one monkey, and one dragon.
The man enjoyed his al, the monkey thought it was decent, but the only dragon put on a face of misery, shedding tears as he devoured the Dragon Vein-infused Flood Dragon.
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