That's the voice of a true dragon?!!

The elder didn't say anything more about the matter, but instead said:

"We're almost there. How should we proceed? If six Golden Flood Dragons lead the way, it might seem a bit ostentatious. Perhaps we should walk?"

However, Yun Qiyao directly stated:

"No need. We'll go like this. As the Imperial Eldest Daughter of the Monster Race, I cannot lower my status in front of humans. Besides, this is an equal transaction. Whatever this Immortal needs, I will provide. Fair trade doesn't require groveling or pitiful begging."

The elder paused slightly, looking puzzled:

"But an Immortal of this caliber might already be beyond desire."

Yun Qiyao scoffed at this, laughing:

"There is no one in this world truly beyond desire, not even a High Immortal from the Upper Realm. Moreover, such a powerful Immortal, you say he's in seclusion, yet he chooses to hide near a place where the Myriad Sect Grand Ceremony is about to be held. Don't you find that suspicious?"

"He must be plotting something in the Lower Realm, and anything he plots, as long as it's in the Lower Realm, the Monster Race can obtain."

Yun Qiyao then slightly raised her chin:

"Tell them ahead. Not only should we go like this, but as we approach the Divine Sword Sect, all six Golden Flood Dragons must let out a Dragon Roar. Let the Divine Sword Sect know, this Princess has arrived!"

The elder behind Yun Qiyao stopped speaking and flew ahead to deliver the message.

Meanwhile, Jing Pu was playing Ping Pong with Ling Ju, back and forth.

About half a month ago, Jing Pu suddenly had the urge to play Ping Pong. It was a sudden whim. While tidying up, Jing Pu found the pill that You He had given him that day.

The pill, which had a faint black glow, felt somewhat like a Ping Pong ball in Jing Pu's hand.

Afterward, Jing Pu directly created a Ping Pong table and two paddles, using the pill as the Ping Pong ball, playing with Ling Ju when he had nothing else to do.

As Jing Pu's national sport in his previous life, Ping Pong was something he played every day. Due to many questionable decisions by the education department in his previous life, such as sealing off basketball hoops when someone sprained their ankle and got injured, leading to many cases of throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

This ultimately resulted in Ping Pong being the only sport students could play safely. Jing Pu had played it since he was a child.

"Great Vajra Heavenly Dragon!!"

With a shout from Jing Pu, he slammed the ball, scoring an ace. Jing Pu looked triumphantly at Ling Jing and Lie Chun beside him, who were clapping in amazement.

Honestly, shouting during an ace was a bit embarrassing, but Jing Pu really envied these cultivators who would shout the name of their skills when releasing them. Jing Pu thought it was very cool.

Jing Pu knew he had no chance of Cultivation, so he indulged himself on this court.

Ling Jing and Lie Chun, on the side, looked eager and impatiently asked Jing Pu:

"Senior, it's our turn, right?"

Jing Pu had no objections. However, as he let out a sigh and handed the paddle to Lie Chun, he frowned:

"Let me make this clear first. No getting angry while playing. If you two get heated and start using Spiritual Power and True Qi, don't come here next time!"

Ever since Jing Pu and Ling Ju started playing Ping Pong, Ling Jing and Lie Chun had become extremely interested.

They would come to play several rounds every day, itching for a game. However, both of them had a competitive streak. As they played, they would start using Spiritual Power and True Qi to hit the ball.

Then, one of them would unleash an ace, and the other wouldn't be able to return it. The ball would fly out, either demolishing Jing Pu's courtyard wall or collapsing his pavilion.

Lie Chun and Ling Ju looked embarrassed upon hearing Jing Pu's words and nodded repeatedly.

Ling Ju, after placing the ball and paddle on the table, gracefully walked over to pour Jing Pu some tea.

Ling Jing and Lie Chun picked up their paddles and immediately engaged in their match.

The phrases they muttered were all ones Jing Pu had casually exclaimed these past few days.

Whether it was "Great Vajra Heavenly Dragon," "Black Tiger Steals Heart," or "Six Meridian Divine Sword," it was whatever Jing Pu thought of at the moment.

Honestly, Jing Pu didn't feel particularly chuunibyo when he said them himself, but hearing others say them suddenly made him feel overwhelmingly embarrassed.

Ling Ju also brought over a cup of tea and handed it to Jing Pu, smiling slightly:

"Senior's skills are truly amazing. I only managed to score one point off you."

The point Ling Ju scored was actually a point Jing Pu let her have. After all, there was an unwritten rule in Ping Pong: you couldn't let your opponent get zero.

Jing Pu smiled and took the tea. Before he could say anything, he heard loud Dragon Roars echoing from the distant sky, filling the entire sky and the entire Divine Sword Sect.

As the Dragon Roars sounded, everyone in the courtyard immediately frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.

Jing Pu didn't have any particular thoughts. It was fine. As the Myriad Sect Grand Ceremony drew nearer, more and more people were arriving.

Every sect that came to the Divine Sword Sect would make some sort of sound to announce their arrival. However, Jing Pu had never heard such a loud Dragon Roar before. It seemed like a very important figure had arrived.

But at this very moment, suddenly, a massive Dragon Roar erupted from Jing Pu's backyard, powerfully responding!

This Dragon Roar directly drowned out the several Dragon Roars from the distant sky. Moreover, the Dragon Roar from the backyard was even more majestic, pure, and soul-stirring.

In the face of this pure and majestic Dragon Roar, the distant Dragon Roars sounded like feeble cries from a nursing infant.

In fact, after this Dragon Roar sounded, the entire space seemed to distort, rippling.

However, Jing Pu, snapping back to reality, immediately shouted towards the backyard:

"Stop roaring!"

Following Jing Pu's words, the Dragon Roar from the backyard ceased. The Dragon Roar in the courtyard was from Jing Pu's Dragon Horse.

Jing Pu didn't know why, but his Dragon Horse was increasingly evolving towards becoming a Dragon. Its entire body was now covered in Dragon Scales, and its previous hooves had transformed into claws. It looked more and more majestic.

However, Jing Pu's Dragon Horse was usually very quiet. He didn't know what was going on today, but it suddenly started to neigh.

Jing Pu mused, wondering if it was like wolves, unable to resist responding when they heard the calls of their own kind.

But Jing Pu didn't dwell on it. Instead, he looked at Lie Chun and Ling Jing, who were staring blankly ahead, and said:

"Why are you two spacing out? Go fight your own battles."

Meanwhile, outside the Divine Sword Sect, the sky had descended into complete chaos.

Six Golden Flood Dragons were desperately trying to escape, while the people of the Monster Race worked hard to calm them.

And Yun Qiyao, on the golden flying boat, looked on in disbelief. Watching the rippling space, her heart was seized with terror. Was that... was that the voice of a True Dragon?!!