A brilliant silver light erupted as the clashing attacks of the Sword-Winged Demon Dragon and Chen Xin remained in a deadlock for ten seconds before the dragon's defense shattered violently. Countless Seven Kill Swords rained down; some pierced the dragon's chest, while others skewered its limbs, pinning the Sword-Winged Demon Dragon directly to the ground.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
A desolate roar escaped the dragon's maw—a wail of unwilling indignation and fury.
If it were the Gu Xuan who had just crossed over to this world, he might have felt a spark of empathy for the dragon's plight, but he felt nothing of the sort now. Gu Xuan knew all too well how many humans these soul beasts harmed during their growth; if one were to visit the dragon's lair right now, there was a 99.99% chance of finding piles of human remains.
Humans and soul beasts were natural enemies; this was an inescapable reality. Gu Xuan couldn't say who was right or wrong, but in this world where martial prowess reigned supreme, might was everything.
"Mi He," Chen Xin called out softly.
Mi He had been prepared to deliver the finishing blow. At Chen Xin's call, he summoned his Army-Breaker Sword. His purple third soul skill lit up, and the sword in his hand expanded rapidly until it reached a massive ten meters in length, descending directly upon the dragon's head.
Squelch!
The dragon's skull was instantly impaled. A mixture of brains and blood splattered across the earth, and as the scent of gore filled the air, a dark ten-thousand-year soul ring slowly began to coalesce over the creature's corpse.
Mi He retracted his Martial Soul and knelt on one knee before Chen Xin, saying earnestly. "This student thanks Teacher for this gift. I am willing to spend the rest of my life repaying the teacher's kindness!"
Chen Xin was moved by Mi He's sincerity. He stepped forward to help him up and said gently. "I know your heart. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will always be your home, and you will always be my disciple."
Mi He's eyes reddened slightly. Chen Xin continued. "Go. Soon, you will catch up to me, and the title I bestowed upon you will soon become a reality."
Mi He nodded solemnly and sat cross-legged beside the dragon's carcass, focusing his mind to begin absorbing the soul ring.
Indeed, the prospective titles for Zuo Yi, Mi He, and Long Wu had already been decided through discussions between Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi, which was why Chen Xin spoke as he did.
Watching his grandfather settle the Sword-Winged Demon Dragon so easily, Gu Xuan marveled inwardly. Even without Ning Fengzhi's support, the current Chen Xin could truly be called the continent's number one offensive powerhouse. He had neutralized a dragon comparable to a 100,000-year soul beast using only a single soul skill. It had to be said—Chen Xin looked incredibly cool when wielding his sword.
Twelve years after crossing over, this was the first time Gu Xuan had seen Chen Xin use the true Myriad Sword Return to One. The aura and the sheer style were beyond words!
Glancing at Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo beside him, Gu Xuan said. "Let's not just stand here. Let's head to the demon dragon's lair. I've always heard that these dragon-type soul beasts love collecting treasures; let's see if we can scavenge anything good."
He pulled Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo toward the lair. Zuo Yi and Long Wu shared a helpless smile as they watched Gu Xuan. Gu Xuan was deadly serious when it mattered, but when it came to play, he was truly unpredictable. While everyone else was still stunned by Chen Xin's display of power, this kid was already thinking about looting?
They weren't that easily distracted; they remained by Ning Fengzhi's side to guard him while anticipating their own ninth soul rings. The quality of this demon dragon was undeniably top-tier; with this ring, Mi He's future standing among Titled Douluos would be significant. Even if he couldn't rival Chen Xin, he would certainly be no ordinary Titled Douluo.
Seeing Zuo Yi and Long Wu approach but not Gu Xuan's group, Ning Fengzhi asked. "Where are Xiao Xuan and the others?"
Zuo Yi replied. "Young Master Xuan and Senior Dugu went to the dragon's lair to hunt for treasure."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled helplessly, shaking his head without further comment, and began contemplating the most efficient route for their next move.
Gu Xuan led the others into the lair and found the environment surprisingly pleasant—it lacked the expected stench and filth, appearing clean and even carrying a faint, delicate fragrance. Because powerful, solitary creatures like the Sword-Winged Demon Dragon cleared their territory of other beasts, they met no resistance along the way.
Facing a cavern thirty meters high, forty meters wide, and seemingly bottomless, Gu Xuan decisively ducked behind Dugu Bo. "Grandpa Dugu, Yanzi and I are afraid of the dark. You lead the way."
Dugu Bo looked at the luminous pearls embedded in the cavern walls and felt a vein throb in his temple. 'Afraid of the dark? If these pearls didn't blind your "titanium alloy dog eyes," it would only be because you were already blind!'
Still, Dugu Bo was pleased that Gu Xuan had the sense to pull Dugu Yan along with him. Having spent so much time together, he was well aware of how slippery the kid could be. Without a word, he took the lead.
Dugu Yan stifled a laugh, finding her grandfather's mix of helplessness and amusement endearing. Gu Xuan really could be quite eccentric and utterly irreverent when he wanted to be.
The cave was empty of other life, and they reached the end in ten minutes. The demon dragon had clearly been a miser; the luminous pearls alone were worth hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins. Deeper in, the sight was even more staggering: mounds of pure gold and various crystals lay everywhere, with priceless treasures tossed about like common stones. The hoard was worth at least five million Gold Soul Coins. The lifetime accumulation of a single demon dragon could sustain countless ordinary people.
It was a pity that, in an instant, the dragon had lost everything—becoming someone's soul ring while its life's treasures were about to be hauled away.
Just as Gu Xuan was about to store the loot in his soul tool, a cozy little nest at the very back caught his eye. Inside a nest built entirely of special crystals lay an oval dragon egg, one meter in diameter and two meters tall. The egg was covered in intricate sword markings, similar to the wings on the demon dragon's back.
"A dragon egg? The Sword-Winged Demon Dragon is oviparous?" Gu Xuan wondered aloud.
Dugu Yan laughed beside him. "Can't you focus on something less weird? Who cares if it's an egg or a live birth?"
Dugu Bo walked over and inspected the egg. "The life force inside is dense, and there's a heartbeat. It will probably hatch soon."
An idea struck Gu Xuan. Hatching soon? Isn't it said that these creatures identify the first person they see as their parent? If he brought this egg back and raised it, would he have a demon dragon for an adopted son? The thought of riding a majestic Sword-Winged Demon Dragon into battle was too tempting.
With a flash from his storage ring, he produced a green, pouch-like item—the Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse. He had asked Dugu Bo for this soul tool specifically because it could store living things. Dugu Bo had been generous enough to give it to him without hesitation.
That was what you called class. Dugu Bo treated Gu Xuan well, and in return, Gu Xuan provided endless pills and even treated him as his own grandfather. Dugu Bo certainly wasn't losing out!
(End of Chapter)
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