Vol 2 Chapter 1: New World
Though not yet tired of his new room, after thorough preparation, Mo Wen—fully ard—once again crossed the familiar door.
Azure skies, erald forests, ceaselessly flowing rivers, and a dragon's head erging from those very waters.
Horns like a deer, head like a cal, with elegant dragon whiskers—it looked exactly like the dragons from the legends of his holand.
As usual, there were always so non-human creatures near his arrival point, mostly quite powerful. But unlike usual, this dragon showed no hostility toward him, rely observing him with curiosity.
Mo Wen couldn't help but ask the dragon: "Don't you think I'm so kind of evil thing? Don't you want to imdiately eliminate ?"
The dragon nodded in confusion, then shook its head, speaking a string of ancient language: "You, strange, Lone Star of Heavenly Calamity, good, Sage Who Spreads the Way. Heaven's matters, don't understand, dragon, not participating."
Mo Wen could roughly understand the dragon's aning, but for smoother communication, he reminded: "I can understand all languages. You don't need to force yourself to speak a foreign tongue."
Hearing this, the dragon's previously sowhat tense body instantly relaxed, like a lazy man sinking into a waterbed, leisurely using local dragon language: "Well now, didn't expect such a magical ability. If there were more folks like you, brother, making foreign languages extinct sooner would be great."
"Human language changes every few thousand years—I was afraid I'd ss up that ancient speech just now."
"Brother, your fate is ridiculously bad, like so Lone Star of Heavenly Calamity, Seven Killings deadly fate, but that 'virtue scent' on you is practically overflowing. You're clearly a good person—why would I foolishly fight you to death?"
"However... your body and primordial spirit match, yet don't quite match. You must be here on business, right?"
"I don't really understand you heavenly types' thods of reincarnation for redemption, celestial stars descending to mortal realm gas, but it doesn't seem like sothing suitable for to participate in."
"If you have nothing to do... Hm? Wait, can you co closer, let take a better look?"
Mo Wen felt no fear and stepped forward several paces.
The dragon's head approached him, two eyes larger than himself nearly pressing against him, enveloping his entire form.
As it looked, the dragon whiskers trembled, the head jerked back, and its voice shook slightly: "Whoa! Impressive, brother! You actually carry imperial destiny—can contend for the world's divine vessel!"
"Brother, are you here to change dynasties? Any way to give this little dragon so pointers? I'd like to mix in as a national beast for a few centuries, show off among friends."
Mo Wen spoke truthfully: "I'm a visitor from another world, not local. I might face world hostility, suffer repeated attacks. With bad luck, I won't live long before being killed and expelled from this world. If you associate with too long, you might die too."
Unlike before when capture was possible and hiding his identity necessary, current Mo Wen could self-destruct with Energy Level 6 psychic power just by thought or prolonged control—much more confident than before.
"But if you're willing to tell about this world, I'd like to sit down and listen."
"I'll owe you for the information paynt, repay you when opportunity arises later."
"You're a Foreign Heavenly Demon?!" The dragon first startled, whiskers rising, then pondered and caught the aning, "No way, brother, you really don't seem like a bad person... I get it—your fate is too terrible!"
"If you stay in my cave abode... No, when great calamity cos knocking, smashing my cave wouldn't be good."
"Alright, brother, count in while you travel the world. I have so modest influence—can help diate if just small problems."
"If encounter any great calamities, heh, don't worry—I've been slippery since childhood, guaranteed to flee at first sight of enemies, absolutely won't let you bear psychological pressure for getting bystanders killed."
"But if brother you can seize the world's divine vessel, ascend as emperor, the national beast position won't be lacking, right?"
Mo Wen didn't imdiately agree: "I need to understand what exactly you want before deciding whether to promise."
This ancient dragon living at least thousands of years shouldn't be like new humans—saying one thing while doing another.
As temporary allies, probably no problem.
After all, besides getting stronger and surviving, he had no specific goals.
The dragon laughed heartily: "Easy, easy. Right, sitting outside isn't good—co to my abode for discussion... Uh, better not enter the cave."
Naturally, a dragon's cave abode has dragon style—only coiling dragon pillars, no human chairs. She also didn't follow so trend-chasing peers by building humanoid villas.
Those things for entertaining dragons didn't seem very suitable for entertaining humans either.
But transformation arts—she knew a thing or two. Becoming human wasn't too difficult.
In an instant, a young girl wearing animal skins, barefoot with tender horns on her head, carrying two smooth clean giant stones, arrived beside Mo Wen.
She casually picked one to sit on, swinging her pale tender little feet, waving to Mo Wen: "Brother, sit! What cos next is quite lengthy."
A dragon at least several thousand years old actually appeared this youthful in human form—and female!
Not really that strange though.
But the dragon noticed Mo Wen's montary peculiar expression, imdiately realizing her image might be problematic.
Next instant, a brawny figure eight chi tall, eight chi waistline, bare-chested with abundant chest hair, looking like he could crush tigers with muscles—a square-shaped tough guy replaced the petite dragon girl: "What, brother didn't like my previous image? How about this one?"
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth twitched—this sudden transformation was more startling than normal appearance: "You're not female?"
"Female?" The dragon paused, then imdiately understood, "Oh, brother never seen dragons before? Thought dragons were two-gender species like humans?"
"We true dragons change size freely, transformations endless—a drop of blood can evolve all things. How could we be limited to two genders?"
"And my transformation arts are profound—not just male-female changes, even twenty-breasted, sixty-legged n, snake-haired won—I can beco them all."
So that was it—he had been presumptuous.
The transformation arts sounded impressive. Mo Wen could maintain composure killing such monsters, could normally befriend things looking like that, but didn't an he wanted a shapeshifting dragon specifically transforming like that to talk to him.
Mo Wen said sincerely: "You're very impressive, but please change back to the previous form."
The dragon girl returned to her previous appearance, sitting cross-legged on the stone, though her toes kept bouncing even pressed under pale thighs, yet she remained unaware of any issue.
Never mind—just small matters.
Mo Wen ignored the dragon girl's little movents, first introducing himself: "I'm Mo Wen."
The dragon also gave its na: "I am 'Dragon Born in Year of Wind and Snow Drifting upon Frozen Snow River, Scattering Ice and Snow, Stirring Rivers, Spreading Thick Fog, Isolated from World, Suppressing Monsters...'"
The dragon's na was extrely long, containing its experiences and abilities.
Mo Wen could rember the na, but couldn't help asking: "Do you have a human-like, or more convenient na?"
The dragon pondered: "Long Aotian, Long Hanyan, Long Chuishui, Long Gulasi, Long Che Tekuai... Hmm, just call Long Yunshui—I like drinking Yunxiang tea."
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