Mu Hongyuan stood with her hands behind her back, watching Wang Mu approach with a somewhat amused expression, as if she wanted to see how the young man would handle the situation. A mocking smile touched her lips.

This Ancient Black Dragon, although not particularly strong, possessed a unique bloodline. She had almost disabled it with her Four Seasons Wind and Cloud Palm just moments ago. However, its powerful bloodline and some Magic Treasure it had deployed posed a slight threat to her; otherwise, she would have captured and killed it already.

However, as she watched... That silhouette... Mu Hongyuan suddenly thought of something and fell silent.

「Meanwhile,」 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

As soon as Wang Mu applied the Dragon Blood from Mu Hongyuan's cheek onto the two Magic Treasures, strands of light shot out first from the Immortal Binding Rope. Ancient patterns, like activating programs, swiftly spread across the entire Immortal Binding Rope, and the next moment, it flew straight out of Wang Mu's hands. A powerful Divine Thought swept out from the rope as if it were tangible, instantaneously locking onto the Ancient Black Dragon ahead.

Wang Mu stood in the void, hands clasped behind his back, his bearing aloof and distinguished, and said casually, "Go."

The Immortal Binding Rope, hovering in mid-air, flew out as if obeying a command.

Onlookers couldn't see what was truly happening. In truth, this was the Immortal Binding Rope confirming the identity of the Ancient Black Dragon; it had nothing to do with Wang Mu's command. It activated automatically.

The Immortal Binding Rope, seemingly only a few yards long, could stretch and contract at will after automatically activating. In the blink of an eye, it flew into the void, coiling around the Ancient Black Dragon like a maggot clinging to bone. Even that mysterious long spear, glinting with bizarre radiance, was instantly entwined by the Immortal Binding Rope.

Then, it stretched... Within a few breaths, the Immortal Binding Rope had coiled from the dragon's tail all the way up to its body and spine.

From a distance, it looked like a Giant Dragon wrapped in a spiral ribbon. No matter how it struggled, it couldn't shake free. An angry and shocked dragon's roar erupted from its mouth: "Immortal Binding Rope... Impossible! How could such a thing exist in the mere Lower Realm?"

"You... you..."

Wang Mu calmly deployed another Magic Treasure.

The Demon Capturing Bottle, which looked like an ordinary water bottle, now also emitted a dazzling light. Ancient, mythical beast patterns appeared on its body. Among them, the illuminated patterns flickered uncertainly before finally settling. The image that stabilized was precisely that of this Ancient Black Dragon.

Clearly, it was also conducting a bloodline identity verification. Truly an Upper Realm Magic Treasure capable of automatic activation, Wang Mu mused.

"Capture!"

Wang Mu casually raised his hand. The Demon Capturing Bottle flew into the void, aimed its mouth towards the Ancient Black Dragon, and shot out a brilliant light, tinged with a liquid, mysterious sheen.

Beneath the enveloping radiance, augmented by the Demon Binding Rope, this dual constraint caused its draconic form to visibly shrink further. It was as if sealed, eventually turning into a small earthworm and being drawn into the Demon Capturing Bottle.

Afterward, the Immortal Binding Rope flew out from the bottle's mouth, transforming into a stopper. It sealed the Demon Capturing Bottle, winding around it several times before falling into Wang Mu's hands.

Done, Wang Mu thought. Too powerful. So this is an Upper Realm Magic Treasure? However, it's a pity. This item is probably only effective against Upper Realm Immortal Beasts. For the Demon Beasts of this Lower Realm... it's purely a targeted Upper Realm Magic Treasure.

Behind him, Mu Hongyuan was speechless. She was stunned for a moment and fell silent again for a while.

Wang Mu returned to the Immortal Boat and said, "Let's go back."

"Truly impressive..." Mu Hongyuan said, her expression strange.

Ao Qing, on the other hand, remained silent.

A mysterious Dragon Clan member that even Ascension Experts couldn't handle... this guy... finished it off in just two moves? she thought. She didn't understand. Even if he possessed such powerful Magic Treasures, how could a Nascent Soul Cultivator possibly use them? That absolutely defied the common cultivation knowledge of the Nine Provinces. Magic Treasures capable of dealing with Ascension Experts were typically Divine Grade at minimum. Even a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator would find it challenging to unleash the full power of such a treasure, let alone one as potent as this! I don't understand...

Ao Qing was perplexed. Her entire worldview as a dragon felt somewhat upended, prompting an internal struggle: Why exactly am I cultivating so arduously?

Wang Mu remained calm and silent. At this moment, no words were needed. Speaking would only expose me. To be honest, if I had come alone to face this Ancient Black Dragon, forget about getting its blood. Its sneeze alone could probably shatter my Primordial Spirit. The two Magic Treasures would have been useless. I really needed a strong teammate.

"Wang Mu, Wang Mu!" Little Jiao Huo exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Those two Magic Treasures are so incredible! Who gave them to you? Was it that old ancestor?"

Wang Mu was speechless. You little Jiao Huo, keep your mouth shut!

Hearing this, Ao Qing was taken aback. Magic Treasures given by an ancestor? Oh... yes, how could Wang Mu possibly possess such powerful Magic Treasures? They are clearly far beyond his capabilities! The reason he could use them must surely be because of that old ancestor.

Thinking this, Ao Qing suddenly felt enlightened and somewhat relieved.

"Don't ask so many questions," Wang Mu glared at Little Jiao Huo.

Little Jiao Huo blinked.

Mu Hongyuan, however, felt a strange curiosity. She knew Mo Xilan's capabilities well. A Magic Treasure of this level... she couldn't possibly have crafted it... It doesn't look like a Magic Treasure from the Nine Provinces... Could it be...

Regardless, the matter was finally resolved.

"Thank you, Senior, for your help," Ao Qing said, moving aside. She was in her half-human, half-dragon form, her complexion somewhat pale.

After speaking, Ao Qing walked up to Wang Mu. She hesitated, her gaze complex as she looked at him. "Thank you, Cultivator Wang..."

"No need, it was on the way," Wang Mu said. "Your father actually told me about this place. He asked me to come and said that if I could bring you back, we would be even."