Chaos-Hole Ancestral Dragon

Uncle Boya shouted excitedly. Even though he had been through this many times, each time still brought a new feeling.

A brief parting was better than newlywed bliss; the impulse was still there.

"Don't rush. I'll set up a defensive formation."

Ling Xiao called out loudly, his hands weaving Great Dao runes. Rings of symbols blossomed from his palms, and in an instant, they had nearly enveloped the entire sea region.

Having learned his lesson last time, he now had experience and had grown wiser.

Setting up a formation to cover the ruins would make things much safer and let them loot to their hearts' content.

"You really do think things through." Uncle Boya praised him, then took off running inside.

"I'll clear the way first, in case there's any danger."

"Hey! Leave this kind of dangerous work to me!"

Ling Xiao immediately followed, refusing to yield.

"Holy shit, the formation's already set up?" Uncle Boya was stunned.

"It is." Ling Xiao nodded with a smile.

In no more than a breath, he had already completed the formation.

Ordinary formations posed no challenge to him at all.

At his level, mastery of one method led to mastery of all methods; the only difference was whether one was refined in them or not.

"Oh, right. Teach me that Heaven-Sealing Art of yours, and I'll help you perfect it. Didn't we agree on that last time?"

Uncle Boya shamelessly asked for it.

"You're really not holding back. Let's trade—teach me your ability to identify treasures." Ling Xiao said jokingly.

"Isn't that nonsense? You're not a Treasure Mouse!" Uncle Boya said.

"I can be." Ling Xiao smiled.

Uncle Boya: "..."

"Enough nonsense. Once we've looted this secret realm, I'll teach it to you."

Ling Xiao urged, his body flashing as he sped up.