Chapter 104: The Ancestor’s Belated Rebellious Phase (31)

“Let’s first take a look at this place,” Lou Xingluo interrupted Ling Qiong and Yan Weishan. “It’s not safe here.”

Yan Weishan narrowed his eyes and warned Ling Qiong, “Yue Luo Zhu, you better not pull any tricks!”

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one good at threatening people!”

With a sly smile, Ling Qiong held up the Jade River in her hand. “Do you want this?”

Yan Weishan was speechless.

...

Yan Weishan rummaged through all his belongings and finally exchanged them for the Jade River from Ling Qiong’s hands.

He even began to doubt whether this was truly a demon.

What kind of demon would only want money that was of little use to them?

Yan Weishan just couldn’t figure out what this demon was thinking and decided to stay on high alert.

...

The place they were in was a vast hall, its walls intricately carved with dragons.

Some dragons soared through clouds and mist, others rested on the ground, some roared atop mountains—each striking a different pose.

At the very center stood a white jade pillar, around which was coiled a golden dragon.

Unlike the dragons on the walls, which were carved directly into the stone and lacked color, the dragon on the pillar appeared almost alive.

It was as if the golden dragon had been frozen in time right there.

“Is this the place you were looking for?” Lou Xingluo unfolded a map; the glowing line they had seen before was now gone.

He handed the map to Ling Qiong, then pulled out a limp, seemingly dead ink snake and grabbed its tail, preparing to draw blood.

The ink snake suddenly revived. “Lou Xingluo, are you human?!”

They had already drawn its blood once before, and now again? Was it just a blood-drawing tool? Did it have no dignity?

Lou Xingluo pressed the snake’s head down and squeezed a drop of blood from its tail onto the map.

Ling Qiong petted its head. “Just one drop? Was that necessary?”

That single drop had made it faint all the way here.

Such a little tyrant of the Demon-Subduing Tower? More like the little scaredy-cat.

The ink snake, emboldened, retorted to Ling Qiong, “It’s not your blood they want. You just say things without feeling the pain!”

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes. “My blood would have to be useful first.”

“...”

So its blood was useful, and it deserved this?

“Then...” Yan Weishan, standing nearby, glanced at the ink snake.

“You’re talking about the beasts from the Demon-Subduing Tower. Where did you get them?”

He was familiar with the beasts from the tower and had seen that snake before.

Recently, the Demon-Subduing Tower had been forced open, and many beasts escaped. Most had been recaptured, but a few still roamed free.

“We picked it up,” Ling Qiong said as she stuffed the ink snake back into Lou Xingluo’s sleeve.

She definitely didn’t want the male lead to find out what the little creature had done!

...

“Picked up?” Yan Weishan didn’t believe it at all.

The beasts from the Demon-Subduing Tower were none known for their gentle nature.

“What, you think you can’t pick them up?” Ling Qiong met Yan Weishan’s gaze without flinching. “Even if it’s your tower’s beast, it ran away on its own. Who’s to blame?”

“Besides, it’s already been contracted. Are you going to kill someone just to take it back?”

“That’s not something your Tianqing Sect would do, is it?”

“You’re a great sect known for saving the suffering and respected by all.”

Ling Qiong finished with a smirk, her words sounding like praise but somehow mocking.

Yan Weishan felt inexplicably ridiculed.

Since the beast was contracted to Lou Xingluo, he couldn’t forcibly take it away and could find no reason to make Lou Xingluo return it to Tianqing Sect.

Yan Weishan’s face darkened as he turned to look for the exit.

He didn’t want to spend another second in the same space as this demon.

Ling Qiong patted Lou Xingluo’s shoulder. “Hey kid, be a little more careful.”

Lou Xingluo looked confused. “Kid?”

He glanced into his sleeve. Should he be the one she was calling that?

...

In the narrow corridor, Yan Weishan walked in front, Ling Qiong in the middle, and Lou Xingluo at the back.

None of the three spoke.

Yan Weishan wanted nothing to do with Ling Qiong.

But it seemed there was only one way out, so they were forced to travel together.

If only he didn’t still need her in the end...

“What are you looking for here?”

“Immortal Weishan, wouldn’t it be better to mind your own business?” Ling Qiong replied lazily.

...

Despite her polite address to him as “Immortal Weishan,” there was no sincerity in her tone.

“If you dare harm the continent, I won’t be merciful.”

“I’m not that free.” Dad’s very busy, you know. No time to harm the continent.

“???”

Compared to harming the continent, what could be more important?

The narrow passage gradually widened and branched off.

Taking advantage of Yan Weishan’s distraction, Ling Qiong pulled Lou Xingluo into a side passage, quickly losing him.

Lou Xingluo couldn’t figure out if Ling Qiong was afraid of Yan Weishan or not.

If she was afraid, why did she dare bargain with him and even deceive him before?

If she wasn’t, why did she try to avoid him so often?

“Lou Xingluo, look.”

The girl’s voice, tinged with joy, brought him back to the present.

He looked ahead and saw, at the exit of the passage, a dragon’s silhouette rising into the sky.

The final destination marked on the map overlapped with their location.

...

At an inn.

None of the people the Crimson Grain Sect sent out had found any trace of the ancestor.

Ling Qiong had left them a note when she left.

The Crimson Grain Sect was anxious, afraid of hearing bad news about the little ancestor.

Fortunately, aside from the earlier mummified corpse incident and the theft of the Qilin Map from the Flying Dragon Sect, no other bad rumors had spread.

But therein lay the problem!

Where could he possibly find the ancestor?

How could he explain this to the elders?

“Senior Brother.”

Seeing a disciple return, Crimson Grain immediately asked, “Did you find anything?”

“No…”

“...”

Crimson Grain paced back and forth. “Where could the little ancestor have gone?”

“...”

If only they knew, they wouldn’t be here now.

“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”

A disciple rushed in, shouting.

“Senior Brother, something’s happened!”

Crimson Grain’s brow furrowed deeply. “What is it?”

“The little ancestor brought out a dragon!” The disciple spoke rapidly. “Everyone is rushing there now.”

Crimson Grain doubted his own ears. “What did you say??”

The disciple swallowed hard. “A dragon... a real dragon.”

Crimson Grain was speechless.

Even a thousand years ago, dragons were mythical beasts living only in legends.

Now, a real dragon had appeared.

And it was conjured by the demon recognized by the entire continent.

The people of the continent were sure to be in an uproar, vowing not to let the demon get hold of the divine beast and declaring they would seize it under the banner of justice.

Crimson Grain hurried with his disciples to the scene.

The clouds in the sky shimmered with golden light, and a massive golden dragon coiled atop a mountain peak, bathed in the golden rays pouring from the clouds.

Those who arrived dared not approach, only watching from the outskirts.

It was said this had been going on for a long time.

At first, the dragon was smaller and duller in color, but over time, it grew larger and its hue became purer.

It was evolving.

———End of Part One———

Ling Qiong: I really didn’t do it.

Everyone: It was definitely you!

Ling Qiong: ...

Shanshan: Donate some points to clear the suspicion~~