"When I first arrived ten thousand years ago, I had just entered Ninth Grade. My strength has declined since then, and now I'm probably at Eighth Grade Intermediate."
When Old Dragon saw Ye Wen come in, he was willing to talk with him. He had calmed down by now, and answered Ye Wen's questions honestly.
After hearing Old Dragon's words, Ye Wen found they more or less matched his own guesses. He continued asking.
"Why have you lived for so long?"
Old Dragon heard Ye Wen's question and asked in return, somewhat puzzled.
"That's not strange. Your human race has long lifespans too. After reaching Seventh Grade, you can live for several thousand years. Once you reach Eighth Grade, plenty of people live for more than ten thousand years. Are there no high-grade humans left in the outside world now?"
Humans can live for thousands of years once they reach Seventh Grade? Oh no, have I just helped that old fossil, Mo Chengkong? By the next time I see him, will he have reached Seventh Grade?
No wonder he dug up hundreds of ancient tombs. He was looking for cultivation techniques. For the sake of advancing, a man like him would even gnaw on a coffin lid if he thought it would help him!
Does this mean there are no high-grade humans left now? Or is my status too low for me to learn the secrets of the upper echelons?
Even that old fossil Mo Chengkong probably isn't qualified to learn the upper echelons' secrets. It's already rare to see anyone at Xiantian Seventh Rank on the continent.
After all, someone at Xiantian Sixth Rank Peak is just an ordinary mortal who happens to live a little longer. Only after reaching Xiantian Seventh Rank do you have some chance of learning about the continent's high-grade experts!
Seeing that Ye Wen had stopped asking questions, Old Dragon seized the opportunity to ask him one.
"Why are you protected by this place's Order Law? Who exactly are you? Are you a descendant of that old rascal Xingyu?"
Ye Wen looked at Old Dragon, who was staring fixedly at him with two eyes as big as truck tires. He couldn't help feeling a little afraid.
But then he remembered that he would have to ask Old Dragon the same question later anyway, so he didn't hide anything. He took out the Demon Suppressing Token and showed it to Old Dragon.
"It's probably this. I came across it by chance, but I've never known what it was. Just now, when your attack affected me, it seemed to awaken, and two characters appeared on the token: 'Demon Suppressing.'"
Old Dragon looked at the token in Ye Wen's hand. It really was the Demon Suppressing Token! According to legend, wasn't a special bloodline required to activate it? Could this kid really be one of their descendants?
"Have you not bound this token to yourself yet?"
Old Dragon had to ask, because the token had very strict requirements. It had to recognize its user's bloodline before it would bind itself to them, and only then could it be used. It wasn't merely a token; it was also a treasure. Only its owner knew its exact grade. Nobody else could tell.
"Bind it to myself? How do I do that? A token needs to be bound to its owner?"
Ye Wen had no idea what grade of treasure he was holding. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said something so foolish.
Old Dragon looked at Ye Wen, at a loss for words.
Could the entire world's cultivation system have lost its legacy over these ten thousand years? How can people not even know how to bind a treasure to its owner?
But Old Azure Dragon needed Ye Wen's help, so he had no choice but to teach him how to bind the token himself.
"Drip your blood onto the Demon Suppressing Token. That's how you bind it to yourself."
"It's that simple?"
"That's all there is to it!"
Ye Wen muttered under his breath.
Can I trust what this Azure Dragon says? What if he's tricking me?
Just as Ye Wen was hesitating, an idea suddenly came to him. Old Uncle Zong gave me this token. Even if Old Azure Dragon wants to harm me, Old Uncle Zong wouldn't. I might as well try binding it with my blood!
Ye Wen quickly pulled out his dagger and slashed at his finger. Blood gushed out, and he was about to drip it onto the token.
But what happened next was the last thing he expected: the dagger absorbed all his blood. As soon as it had done so, it flashed with golden light and floated into the air.
Ye Wen suddenly felt a connection in his mind, as though he and the dagger shared the same blood—as though the dagger were part of his body.
He imagined the dagger stabbing into the wall. It shot toward the wall like a bolt of lightning and plunged into it. Then he thought of calling it back, and it returned to him, hovering in midair. What a treasure! Is this what the dagger was really meant to do?
Azure Dragon watched Ye Wen, waiting for him to bind the Demon Suppressing Token. Who could have guessed that he would bind a Dao Soldier first?
What kind of luck does this kid have? He actually has an unbound Dao Soldier, and no one's tried to take it from him? Or has the outside world really undergone a great upheaval, to the point that there are no high-grade experts left?
Ye Wen was like a child who'd gotten a new toy, playing with it to his heart's content. Old Dragon couldn't stand watching any longer, so he gave a loud cough.
The sound startled Ye Wen so badly that he nearly dropped his dagger. There was no denying the enormous gap in strength between them. Old Dragon could kill him with a single mouthful of spit.
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