"You want Crimson Flood Dragon Blood Essence for talismans? I have Seven-Colored Divine Dragon blood essence here. It's better suited for drawing talismans."
Hearing Ancestor Ziyun's voice transmission, Jiang Chuan looked at the vat brimming with Crimson Flood Dragon Blood Essence before replying through voice transmission.
"Ancestor, I'm not drawing talismans. I need Crimson Flood Dragon Blood Essence for cultivation."
"Cultivation? I still have ten cubic measures left. That should be enough for you." Ancestor Ziyun's casual words displayed just how extravagantly wealthy he was.
"Ten—ten cubic measures?!"
It was Jiang Chuan's first time hearing someone use cubic measures to quantify dragon blood.
"Not enough? If I'd known, I would've let that old dragon bleed a little more back then." A trace of regret colored Ancestor Ziyun's voice.
"Enough, enough."
Jiang Chuan hurriedly answered, then recalled a legend from Bodhi Temple.
"Ancestor, the old dragon you mentioned... wouldn't happen to be the temple's guardian divine dragon, would it?"
"That's the old dragon."
Ancestor Ziyun paused before continuing his voice transmission.
"Back then, Tai Shan felt that Bodhi Temple's mountain-guarding divine beast wasn't imposing enough, so he joined me in sneaking into the Dragon Realm and capturing that old dragon."
"At first, that old dragon refused. He believed he was a noble Seven-Colored Divine Dragon and couldn't possibly stand guard for humans."
"And how did he agree in the end?" Jiang Chuan asked.
Ancestor Ziyun answered, "Tai Shan said he'd roast him, then catch another dragon. After that, he said he'd long admired the Buddhist path and that becoming a Buddhist guardian was the dream of his life."
Jiang Chuan: "..."
No, wasn't that change of face a little too fast?
What happened to the noble Seven-Colored Divine Dragon?
"I heard a legend in the temple saying that the guardian divine