Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1160 - 672_2
Chapter 1160 -672_2
The Pure Dragon Clan holds a high status even among the Demon Clan, and despite the Dragon Clan’s decline over time, they are still not easily offended.
Since Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, surely he wouldn’t be captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform for a round.
“It’s the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancée had an affair with him, they were intimate on our wedding day. I wanted to kill these two villains, but the Nine-Headed Beast was too strong and injured me.”
Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, sad and sorrowful.
As the prestigious Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, marrying the daughter of the Well River Dragon King from Emerald Waves Lake was a social climb for her.
Unexpectedly, this Wansheng Princess was so shameless that she colluded with the Nine-Headed Beast on their wedding day, wanting to elope and escape the marriage.
Since she didn’t want to marry him, why agree to the marriage in the first place?
The event escalated, and Little White Dragon Ao Lie lost face, not to mention the West Sea Dragon Palace became a laughing stock, causing a mortal feud!
If it weren’t for the Nine-Headed Beast’s Taiyin Golden Immortal Peak cultivation level, fearless of the Four Seas Dragon Clan’s retaliation, Emerald Waves Lake might have already been decimated.
“Tsk, tsk, got cuckolded, huh? It’s tragic indeed, having your wife whisked away and getting beaten up by the rival.”
This Nine-Headed Beast is formidable, not only beating the owner but also taking his wife and inheriting the family assets.
At this moment, Little White Dragon felt ashamed to the point of wanting to die.
His strength is inferior, his wife was taken, and after trying to rely on his family for retaliation, even his family ignored him.
Were it not for being unable to defeat Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would have liked to stab this gloating monk with seventeen or eighteen holes!
“There are plenty of fragrant blossoms in the world; why fixate on a single flower?
Besides, isn’t it said that dragons are inherently lustful? So why are you so pure-hearted?
As the West Sea Prince, surely many Little Demons outside are vying for your favor?”
In the Primordial World, before the dragon-phoenix calamity, dragons dominated the universe, tainting countless young maidens, resulting in many races bearing Dragon Vein bloodlines.
Why is it said dragons have nine offspring, each different?
Isn’t it just because the Ancestral Dragon set a fine example?
Now, in the Primordial World, those demons with decent bloodlines rarely lack a trace of Dragon Vein bloodline within them.
And at banquets in the Heavenly Court welcoming the Immortals, dishes like Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow are provided by Dragon Beasts containing a hint of Dragon Vein.
After all, although the Pure Dragon Clan’s influence has waned, the Ancestral Dragon isn’t dead, and leaders of top forces are aware of these facts. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ
Thus, using the Pure Dragon Clan as food is only for an occasional feast, and it must be done secretly.
Because the strength of the Ancestral Dragon can rival that of Supreme beings, at least comparable to Zhen Yuanzi and Nether River Sect Master types.
To put it bluntly, the current Heavenly Court Master, Jade Emperor Hao Tian, can barely maintain parity with the Ancestral Dragon by relying on the Heavenly Court Emperor’s position and part of Heavenly Dao’s blessing.
If he were to fight in the Chaos, away from the Heavenly Court, Hao Tian might be thrashed by the Ancestral Dragon into submission, the kind of repeated humiliating defeat.
Why, because Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin belong to the Half-Chaos Demon God bloodline, which is a real bloodline advantage.
If Pangu had not opened the heavens, shattering their chaotic bodies, making them rely on remaining bloodlines to reincarnate and diminish significantly in the Primordial World, they might have become Primordial Saints.
Look at Yang Mei as the best example; during the great battle at Heaven Opening, he survived using the Space Dao, escaping with Void Willow’s chaotic body barely intact but originally severely damaged.
Even Hongjun was severely injured then, but Yang Mei escaped the Heaven Opening Tribulation, and when Hongjun was on the verge of becoming a saint, Yang Mei directly proved Dao with power in chaos, becoming Primordial.
To repay the great karmic debt to Primordial World and avoid becoming a Harmonization entity, Yang Mei confronted Hongjun in chaos right as he became a saint.
Hongjun attacked, but Yang Mei only defended, using Void Willow’s “brush everything away” and Space Laws to collect all of Hongjun’s treasures, forcing Hongjun to admit defeat before returning those Innate Treasures.
Afterward, Yang Mei concealed himself in chaos, left the Desolate World, and ventured into the Chaotic Sea.
“I, Ao Lie, the distinguished Third Prince of the West Sea, how could I view favorably those roadside wildflowers?”
Ao Lie stated arrogantly.
“So you found a loose woman?”
Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes, retorting instantly, breaking through Little White Dragon’s defense.
Looking at Ao Lie’s silent, dangerously red-glowing dragon eyes, Chen Sanzang handed over his wine gourd directly.
“Tsk, tsk, indeed a pure-hearted Little White Dragon, never tasted society’s toilsome knocks. Isn’t the family’s flower less fragrant than the wild ones?”
As the saying goes, the wife is inferior to the concubine, the concubine is inferior to having an affair, having an affair is inferior to the unattainable, what man doesn’t fancy a taste?
This Little White Dragon quite clearly hasn’t endured society’s harsh blows; Chen Sanzang wouldn’t mind educating him properly.
Observing the melancholic yet slightly rebellious Little White Dragon, Chen Sanzang no longer teased.
“All right, don’t look so bitter; it’s just a runaway loose woman, countless beautiful Female Demons are waiting for you in the future.
Follow me, the monk, you’ll gain strength, status, and won’t lack beauties.
I guarantee you’ll enjoy life, roam freely across the world, and expand the Dragon Clan bloodline.
Think of your ancestors, how many Dragon Clan bloodlines exist among the demons in this world?
You, as a pure-blooded Dragon Clan, should echo the virtues of your forebears!”
Chen Sanzang’s biased ideology, though not immediately effective, planted a seed of clan loyalty in the pure-hearted Little White Dragon’s heart.
“Come on, stop overthinking, first shift to human form and partake in delicious food and drink. Help me set up the cauldron and boil the water; Little Kongkong will return soon, and we’ll dine.”
Chen Sanzang lounged in a recliner, leisurely placing some Spirit Fruits on the little tiger’s back, indulging in snacks and drinking.
Shifting into human form, Little White Dragon Ao Lie obediently squatted by the big hotpot, casting a spell to ignite the flames and heat the pot.
“Old Chen, your wild game has arrived, pure Dragon is hard to handle, this Flood Dragon will suffice.”
Sun Wukong, standing on the Somersault Cloud, dragged a Flood Dragon larger than himself from the skies and swiftly returned.
“Clean it up, don’t waste the Dragon Blood, sever its Dragon Whip for my wine infusion, it’s a great tonic!”
Chen Sanzang, wiping tears from his mouth, floated to the Flood Dragon’s posterior, pulled a carving knife from nowhere, eyed a vital part, decisively hacked and quickly stowed a large chunk.
This scene made Sun Wukong grimace but could do nothing about it.
After spending some days together, Sun Wukong had sparred with Chen Sanzang thrice, each time ending in a draw, though neither gave their all.
If a life-and-death struggle ensued, Sun Wukong was confident he’d defeat the wine-and-food monk, though he’d suffer severe injury.
This judgment stemmed from the bodily instincts developed through the Chaos Demon Ape’s Body Refining Technique.
“Little White Dragon, go, process this Flood Dragon, slice the meat, then cook it.”
Passing the Flood Dragon to Ao Lie, Sun Wukong bared his teeth in a friendly (menacing) smile.
In an instant, Little White Dragon felt chilled, nodded subtly, and dragged the Flood Dragon’s body to the water’s edge.
Using Mana to evaporate his cold sweat, he reluctantly dissected the Flood Dragon’s body.
For an instant, Ao Lie felt like he was placed on a cutting board, awaiting the vicious monkey to slice and dice him.
What an immense terror!
Thus, Ao Lie, being pragmatic, accepted the Flood Dragon’s body and clumsily commenced cooking.
The Flood Dragon hotpot was heartily enjoyed by one man, one monkey, and one dragon.
Of course, the man relished it, the monkey found the taste alright, and the dragon indulgently ate the Flood Dragon meat containing Dragon Vein blood with tears.
The Pure Dragon Clan occasionally indulges in feasts, savoring demon beasts with Dragon Vein bloodlines, but never eats those where the bloodline has evolved nearing dragon transformation.
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