Fatherly Love, Filial Piety

To evolve into the legendary True Dragon, it's not enough to rely solely on the Si Snake bloodline or to work in isolation.

By learning from diverse sources, integrating knowledge, and continuously breaking through limits, one can eventually leap over the dragon gate and the True Dragon will appear in the world.

"I wonder if Xuan Ye managed to find me that rare copy detailing information about the True Dragon, and that Dragon Bone... Perhaps by devouring this thing, I can find other methods of shedding and evolving from it?"

Su Qingqiu mused inwardly.

Although the ancient Si Snake was powerful, it was definitely not the only divine artifact of ancient times. There must be many more existences like the Dragon Bone unearthed from Mount Fu.

Each spiritual entity, and even the evolutionary path of every Spiritual Snake, is different. By studying the remains of these beings, Su Qingqiu might be able to discover entirely new methods of evolution.

"And Lingfa..."

Lingfa's matter was also very important.

Su Qingqiu had ordered him to find all the Demons hidden within the Dragon-Raising Temple, investigate the fallen and corrupted Monks, and also to inquire about what exactly happened in the Dragon-Raising Temple three hundred years ago.

He also wanted to check if the scripture pavilion within the temple had any records.

This matter concerned the Snake Abyss, and even involved the lives of a Bodhisattva and three Arhats. These were Land Immortals of the upper third rank, so he had to prepare in advance and proceed with caution.

Moreover, within the Snake Abyss, both the Demons and the Si Snake bones were regarded by him as his personal snake property.

He would not tolerate any unknown threat existing here, threatening his territory and home.

If it weren't for fearing his own insufficient strength, he would have ventured deeper into the Snake Abyss long ago after occupying the Spirit Ruins.

One of the methods to enter the deeper layers was to occupy a Spirit Ruins and then follow the Eight Extraordinary Meridians where the Spirit Ruins were located, going downwards.

This condition had been largely met.

"Calculating the time... over two months have passed. They should have gained something by now, right?"

"Has that guy Xuan Ye finished his business in the imperial city and returned to Chiyang City?"

"Right, and that mysterious Hundred-Eyed Devil... what is he plotting recently?"

Su Qingqiu thought with great interest.

Back then, the Hundred-Eyed Devil had said to let Su Qingqiu try his methods, implying he had been preparing for months. He should be arriving soon.

"I'll know when I go see."

Su Qingqiu said, releasing his Spiritual Essence, equivalent to 18,000 years of Daoism Cultivation, which instantly covered the skies above the Dragon-Raising Temple.

"Wait... this is..."

A peculiar sensation surged into his heart.

He discovered that his Spiritual Light had changed. Within his Spiritual Light's perception, countless Spiritual Lights arose from the Dragon-Raising Temple. Each Spiritual Light felt incredibly familiar to him.

There were Spiritual Snakes, and Cultivators who practiced Spirit Snake Spiritual Light. Even every inch of land, every building, and every plant in the Dragon-Raising Temple resonated with him, shining brightly, filling him with joy.

His Spiritual Light was now completely connected to the Dragon-Raising Temple.

What a wondrous feeling.

Su Qingqiu realized what had happened in a flash.

His two innate talents, Spiritual Power and Protecting the Residence, had been upgraded.

With a thought, the wind came, the clouds came, and the world's spiritual energy condensed.

With another thought, the wind dispersed, the clouds dispersed, and the world's spiritual energy vanished.

Centered around the Dragon-Raising Temple, in any place that Protecting the Residence had transformed into his home, he felt an invincible aura, as if no one could defeat him, and he was supreme in heaven and earth.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the purpose of his talent Spiritual Power, Protecting the Residence.

It wasn't just about being unrestricted, having no bottlenecks, and for physical training.

It was for guarding the residence, for protection!

The Dragon-Raising Temple was his domain. He had the right and the obligation to influence, control, and protect every inch of land and every living being within it.

Exercising the authority of Protecting the Residence within his domain was in line with his identity as a Guardian Python, and it would also provide feedback and improvement for himself.

Just like the myriad Monks in the Dragon-Raising Temple, their subconscious activities, thoughts, souls, and consciousness could help Su Qingqiu's Spiritual Essence slowly recover and even grow. Although the growth was slow, the recovery speed was acceptable.

Coupled with the Eyes of the Spiritual Snake, he had even discovered a lot of Devilish Qi hidden within the Spiritual Light.

It was from those who had fallen and become corrupted.

"Not bad at all."

Su Qingqiu nodded with satisfaction.

As inspiration struck, Where should he go to take a look?

The bathhouse of the West Temple.

As a True Dragon, the water temperature for his subordinates while bathing was naturally a key concern.

Two months ago.

The Dragon-Raising Temple has been in seclusion for cultivation until now. Except for the logistics monks who occasionally go out to procure supplies, even those who used to hunt demons and devils outside have been summoned back.

A rain of blood is a great omen of misfortune.

The impact of this blood rain on the monks and nuns of the Dragon-Raising Temple was far more severe than Su Qingqiu had imagined.

Not only were the previous generation's eminent monks like Master Muqiao worried all day, but even Yuanhui and Yuanming were the same.

As monks of the "Yuan" generation and the current abbots of the West Temple, they naturally knew the truth of the bloody storm three hundred years ago.

Therefore, facing the appearance of the blood rain, even Yuanming, who had already degenerated into a devil, was uneasy day after day during this period.

Coupled with the fact that the Hundred-Eyed Devil was scared away by the mysterious Red Fire Dragon Venerable, and the Great Asura Lord was brutally killed on the spot, this inevitably made Yuanming extremely worried. Who knew if the legendary True Dragon had already discovered his true situation?

Even if it hadn't, plotting in a temple where a True Dragon was rumored to appear seemed like courting death, didn't it?

"What a pity... alas!"

Sitting on the prayer mat, Yuanming sighed repeatedly.

He wanted to escape, or simply find an excuse to travel, even though the temple was currently closed, Yuanhui's personality wouldn't stop him.

But the reality was...

Yuanming glanced at the prayer mat to his left. Lingfa was staring at him intently, pen in hand, writing on a white paper without looking.

This guy kept staring at him, almost watching him even when he went to the restroom.

-- Today, Yuanming sat on the Buddha mat for four hours, but didn't recite a single Buddhist scripture. Instead, he farted seventeen times, five of which were foul-smelling, two extremely foul-smelling, and ten normally smelly. He sighed twenty-three times, peeking at me each time.

-- Conclusion 1: I strongly suspect Yuanming's sexual orientation. However, my heart belongs entirely to Lord Devil Master, so I won't be fooled.

-- Conclusion 2: Yuanming probably went to the West Temple to meet that Young Nun again yesterday. Reason: That Young Nun loves fried soybeans the most. I sent her a batch of croton beans yesterday, and indeed, some of them ended up in Yuanming's stomach.

Yuanming: "..."

If a human face could contort in anger, his would definitely become monstrous!

"Damn Lingfa, what do you want, you unfilial disciple? Are you trying to anger me to death?"

Yuanming's face turned green with anger.

Last night, when he stayed at the Young Nun's place, he wondered why she was farting all night, almost suffocating him.

When he left today, he took some snacks from the Young Nun, not expecting them to be croton beans, known as a purgative poison!

This was simply hateful, clearly intended to make him look foolish.

A surge of anger welled up in Yuanming. His qi became blocked, and with a forceful push downwards, he immediately felt a sensation below, his face suddenly turning pale.

Lingfa was stunned, then took a deep breath and quickly wrote: When you have diarrhea, never trust any fart. The diarrhea-stricken Yuanming is a living lesson.

Yuanming: "..."

"Damn it, I'll fight you!"

On this day, the East Temple once again staged a scene of fatherly affection and filial piety. Most of the monks no longer cared about seeing monsters.

Recommend this book.