Chapter 9 Granddaughter of the Ancestral Dragon
The white dragon's voice was full of majesty, carrying an aggressive tone as it questioned Feng Zichen.
Unfortunately, the white dragon was somewhat immature, indicating its young age; its shifting eyes revealed a hint of unease, showing that its inner peace was not as calm as it appeared.
Seeing the white dragon trying to maintain a serious expression and imposing aura, Feng Zichen found it amusing and couldn't help but tease it, "Don't be afraid, our human race was created by the Goddess Nuwa. The Goddess Nuwa is a sage. In this vast primordial world, who dares to provoke our human race?"
This was a rather exaggerated boast, and anyone with a modicum of knowledge wouldn't believe it. In the primordial world, there were countless beings who didn't take the human race seriously. If Nuwa's influence were so powerful, there wouldn't have been the massacre of humans by the demon race on the eve of the Lich War.
However, such words were particularly effective on those of noble birth who were naive and inexperienced in worldly affairs. His noble status indicated he understood the terrifying power of sages; his naiveté suggested a simple-mindedness, unable to see the true relationship between humanity and Nuwa.
Sure enough, as soon as Feng Zichen finished speaking, the white dragon panicked, its eyes widening as it trembled and said, "Impossible! Humanity is so weak, how could it possibly be related to Goddess Nuwa?"
Feng Zichen pointed to the sky above, remaining silent.
Sensing the aura of creation contained within the light barrier above, the white dragon felt even more uneasy. Forcing itself to remain calm, it shouted, "So what? I am the granddaughter of the Ancestral Dragon, a princess of the Dragon Clan! If you kill me, even Goddess Nuwa can't protect you!"
Having said this, the white dragon seemed encouraged, its trembling subsiding, and it gave Feng Zichen a triumphant glance.
Feng Zichen was truly astonished. He knew her identity was extraordinary, but he hadn't expected her background to be so powerful. Fortunately, he had discovered her early and saved her in time.
This was the granddaughter of the Ancestral Dragon; if anything happened to humanity, humanity would be doomed. It should be noted that the Ancestral Dragon was not dead, but had transformed into the Azure Dragon Sacred Beast to suppress the Eastern Pole.
Amidst the shock, a question arose in his mind: the Dragon Clan possessed the four seas and were once the overlords of heaven and earth, with countless treasures. As the granddaughter of the Ancestral Dragon, her status was incredibly precious; she should naturally possess numerous treasures. How could she have been captured by the Merit Spirit Network? Furthermore, why would she come to the human territory alone?
Unless… she was lying!
Sensing the doubt in Feng Zichen's eyes, the white dragon let out a long roar, and boundless noble aura surged from her body, forming a scene of ten thousand beasts paying homage to the heavens.
Seeing this, Feng Zichen had no more doubts; she was definitely related to the Ancestral Dragon. The "
ten thousand beasts paying homage to the heavens" refers to the gathering of heaven and earth's winds and clouds after the Ancestral Dragon unleashed its dragon might, with a vast imperial aura spreading throughout the primordial world, receiving the worship of all living beings.
The dragon girl could release such an aura; her identity was beyond question.
"Since you are a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, you are an honored guest of our human race. Please forgive my previous rudeness." The dragon race and the human race are neighbors, and using this dragon's identity to establish contact with the dragon race would be beneficial to the human race. Feng Zichen's attitude became more friendly.
"Good to know."
Seeing Feng Zichen's change in attitude, the white dragon became even more arrogant, swishing its tail and speaking haughtily.
Looking at the white dragon's smug expression, Feng Zichen was speechless for a moment.
"This place is far from the Dragon Palace. Perhaps the princess should stay in the human race for now, while our clan leader sends someone to the Dragon Palace to inform them to come and bring Your Highness back." After a while, Feng Zichen slowly said.
She couldn't let this dragon leave alone. If something happened to her on the way, it was hard to guarantee that the dragon race wouldn't implicate the human race.
Being captured by the humans and hearing them discuss whether she would be roasted or boiled—having been pampered since childhood, she would be terrified by such a situation. Under such circumstances, how could she dare to return alone? She had already intended to stay, but was just wondering how to bring it up. Now, hearing Feng Zichen's words of persuasion, she quickly agreed.
Seeing that Bai Long agreed, Feng Zichen took her to the ancestral temple. First, they paid their respects to the Goddess Nuwa, and then went to find Suirenshi to ask him to send someone to the Dragon Palace.
On the way to the ancestral temple, under Feng Zichen's guidance, the naive Bai Long explained her origins clearly.
Bai Long's name was Ao Xue, the youngest child of the Dragon Emperor and Dragon Queen. However, the Dragon Queen encountered a rampage of ferocious beasts in the East Sea during her pregnancy and was injured by them, causing Ao Xue to be born prematurely, with congenital deficiencies and low strength.
As for how Ao Xue ended up in the human realm, it can only be said that she was unlucky.
Ao Xue was playing in the Dragon Palace when, somehow, she triggered a contingency plan left by a demon spy in the Dragon Clan, which teleported her to the human realm. In a daze, she was caught in a net and captured.
The Merit Spirit Net was incredibly powerful, capable of sealing magical power and suppressing the primordial spirit, leaving her with a collection of spiritual treasures she couldn't use.
…
In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.
At the speed of the human envoys, they should still be halfway to the Dragon Palace. Ao Xue remained with the human race.
Ziwei Peak, the small mountain where Feng Zichen had established his divine sea, had become a spiritual land thanks to the blessings of Heaven. This was the starting point of his path, and to demonstrate his determination, Feng Zichen named it Ziwei Peak, signifying his ambition—to attain the Dao of Ziwei.
Now, Feng Zichen was here, learning the innate Dao language from Ao Xue.
Dao language was the language of innate gods and demons, who were manifestations of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Every action they took explained the Great Dao they represented. Their language was the language of the Great Dao; their voices, like the whispers of the Great Dao, possessed immense power.
Initially, Ao Xue disagreed, but only after Feng Zichen offered several of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang in exchange did she readily agree.
Thirty-six transformations, thirty-six top-tier gods and demons, thirty-six kinds of heaven and earth rules—these divine abilities, personally compiled by the Dao Ancestor, are not the emasculated versions of later Daoist sects; they are truly earth-shattering divine abilities.
Overturning rivers and seas, riding clouds and mist, summoning wind and rain—these three divine abilities are similar to the innate divine abilities of the dragon race, and can mutually reinforce each other, enhancing the power of the dragon race's divine abilities.
Whether it was because his cultivation level was too low, or because he was an acquired being, Feng Zichen had only learned the pronunciation of a few dozen words after decades of study.
Daoist language has one element, totaling 129,600 words. At a rate of one word per year for Feng Zichen, it would take hundreds of thousands of years to learn them all. Thinking of this, he felt a headache coming on and couldn't help but ask, "Gluttonous Dragon, is there any quick way to learn?"
Innate beings have spiritual water when thirsty, spiritual fruit when hungry, and if all else fails, there is the innate energy that fills the entire primordial world. How could they be like acquired beings, suffering from the worries of birth, old age, sickness, and death, and the torment of hunger and cold?
Therefore, apart from humans, no one in the entire prehistoric world knew how to cook.
Ever since Ao Xue ate the meat soup cooked by Feng Zichen, she had taken over his earthenware pot and ate it every day. However, Feng Zichen was no match for Ao Xue and couldn't take the pot back, so he gave her a nickname, trying to gain some verbal advantage over her.
(End of Chapter)