Chapter 106: The Ancestor’s Belated Rebellion (33)

The Tianqing Sect held an extraordinary status.
Yan Weishan stepped forward to clarify matters, and though others might have their own thoughts, none dared to reveal them in his presence.
By the time Yan Weishan blocked the group, the golden dragon had already vanished without a trace.

…

Above the clouds, the Ink Serpent was gleefully playing with its new body. Lou Xingluo called it several times before it reluctantly descended.
Upon landing, it transformed into a half-meter-long little golden dragon, coiling atop Lou Xingluo’s head.
Lou Xingluo: “…”
With a stern expression, Lou Xingluo grabbed it down.
“Lou Xingluo!!!” the Ink Serpent roared angrily. “I am a dragon now, a dragon!! How dare you treat me like this!”
“Hmph.” Lou Xingluo pinched its fatal spot. “Why are you a dragon?”
The Ink Serpent: “…”
Lou Xingluo pressed on its neck, “Don’t forget, I am your master.”
The Ink Serpent: “…”
Ahhh!!
The Ink Serpent wished it could bite Lou Xingluo to death.
Such a despicable, shameless scoundrel!

Rustle—
Ling Qiong arrived with Jiang He and the others from the opposite side.
Lou Xingluo immediately released the Ink Serpent’s neck.
The Ink Serpent rolled its eyes, pretending—
And kept pretending!

“So this is a dragon?” Ling Qiong leaned in to take a closer look.
Lou Xingluo held the Ink Serpent out to her and gently asked, “Want to play with it?”
The Ink Serpent: “…”
The Ink Serpent: “!!!”
It was now a divine beast, a dragon!!
It was supposed to be worshipped!
Not a toy!

Ling Qiong’s eyes sparkled. “Is that okay?” She had never tried handling a dragon before!
Lou Xingluo nodded.
The Ink Serpent fell into Ling Qiong’s hands, being fondled and squeezed from all sides, drooping its head in utter despair.
Why was its fate so miserable?

Before the Ink Serpent’s misery could end, Ling Qiong chirped, “I want to pluck a dragon scale.”
The Ink Serpent: “!!!”
What kind of nonsense was this?
It glared at Lou Xingluo, as if daring him to agree, promising to bite him to death immediately if he did.
Lou Xingluo: “Why?”
The Ink Serpent was relieved—at least this scoundrel wasn’t an utterly hopeless tyrant.
Ling Qiong obediently explained, “I made a deal with Yan Weishan; I need its dragon scales.”
A deal…
Was she trying to cheat him out of money?

—

Lou Xingluo fell silent. Under the fierce glare of the Ink Serpent’s “How dare you” stare, he slowly nodded, “Mm.”
The Ink Serpent: “…”
You’re finished!
Lou Xingluo, you’re finished!

The Ink Serpent suddenly shot out of Ling Qiong’s hands like an arrow.
Ling Qiong reacted swiftly, grabbing the serpent’s tail.
The Ink Serpent dangled midair, its body swaying, its dragon face filled with despair.

…

Yan Weishan dealt with the people ahead and came over to take the dragon scales.
He seemed disinterested in the dragon itself, only casting a glance before averting his eyes.
Once assured the dragon scales were intact, Yan Weishan made no further delay and left immediately.
Ling Qiong reminded, “Don’t forget the main business!”
Yan Weishan said, “What I promised, I will fulfill.”
“That’s good.” Ling Qiong waved to him, “We’re waiting for good news.”
Yan Weishan vaulted several times and disappeared beyond the horizon.

Lou Xingluo furrowed his brows. “What kind of deal did you make with him?”
From what she said earlier, it didn’t sound like a monetary exchange.
Ling Qiong smiled mysteriously, “You’ll find out in time.”
Lou Xingluo: “…”

Jiang He seized the moment to ask, “Little Ancestor, can we set off back now?”
“I won’t.”
“Little Ancestor!”
“I still have things to do.”
“What else do you have to do?” Jiang He was at his wit’s end.
If they stayed any longer and the Little Ancestor kept causing trouble, he feared he would lose his mind.

Ling Qiong glanced at Lou Xingluo, her lips curving faintly. “You wouldn’t understand; I won’t tell you.”
“…”
If I don’t understand, and you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to understand anything?

Ling Qiong pulled Lou Xingluo away, leaving Jiang He and the others exchanging looks.
“The Little Ancestor won’t return. What should we do, Senior Brother?”
“How should I know?”
“Other families’ ancestors wouldn’t behave like this…”
“Rebellious.”
“Yes, rebellious. Look how steady other families’ ancestors are…”
“That’s why they’re called the ‘Old Ancestors,’ and we have to call ours the ‘Little Ancestor.’”
“…”

…

News of the Divine Dragon reached the young lord of Fankong City and quickly spread across the continent.
Within days, a prophecy circulated.
It claimed the young lord was the fated one chosen by the Divine Dragon, destined to protect Fankong City’s prosperity.
Dragons were auspicious beasts and would not easily choose a master; to be chosen meant he must be a wise and benevolent ruler.

The Ink Serpent wanted to scoff at everyone.
When it accepted a master, it was still a ferocious demon beast.
That scoundrel Lou Xingluo threatened it shamelessly.
It had nothing to do with being a wise ruler!

While these rumors flourished, Lou Xingluo remained out of sight.
His absence prevented those with secret intentions from making a move.
Thus, people from across the continent flocked to Fankong City to offer congratulations—whether their intentions were sincere or not, only they knew.

As for earlier rumors about Lou Xingluo killing people, they were dismissed as deliberate slander.
Now, everyone envied Fankong City.

And what was the protagonist doing at this moment?

Lou Xingluo looked at the clothes on the table and slowly exhaled. “You asked earlier if I know formation arrays just for this?”
“Yeah, Jiang He said formation masters are hard to find now.” Ling Qiong said confidently, “It’d be great if you could do it!”
The kid still had some use after all!
Lou Xingluo: “…”
This was less reliable than her scamming people while disguised as a demon lord.

Lou Xingluo used spiritual energy to inscribe a formation on the clothes. The pattern was simple and required little energy.
“Those rumors outside, are they what you and Yan Weishan discussed?”
“Mm-hmm.” Ling Qiong propped her chin with one hand, munching grapes from a nearby plate. “I’m clever, right?”
Lou Xingluo paused his hand, “Mm, clever.”

The young girl leaned in softly, “Then give me a kiss as a reward.”
Lou Xingluo: “…”
His gaze shifted slightly, unwittingly meeting those clear eyes. In their depths, he saw his own reflection.

In the quiet room, only their soft breathing could be heard. Outside the window, birds flew by, their calls crisp and clear.
The girl’s lips were a rosy red, as if coated with a layer of honey dew, inviting a tender kiss, tempting one to savor it.
Lou Xingluo’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

He saw the reflection grow larger.
Pressing against those rosy lips, as soft as he had imagined, carrying the sweet and sour taste of grapes, as if tiny currents of electricity spread through his whole body.

“Little Ancestor…”
Lou Xingluo abruptly pulled away, lowering his head to the half-inscribed formation on the table.
His heart pounded wildly, as if it might leap out of his chest at any moment.

The door was ajar when Jiang He entered. He only saw Lou Xingluo sitting back down and thought nothing more of it.
“Little Ancestor, the elders want you to return soon.”
Ling Qiong remained lying down, full of disappointment, lazily replying, “I’m not going back.” She had chosen the worst possible time to come in!
“Little Ancestor, you really have to go back.” Jiang He sighed helplessly.
“…”
No, I can’t, I won’t!

———End of this segment———

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