Dragons Fall on Purple Jade Mountain-Senior A Chu, It's Me!

Years, decades, hundreds of years...

The great war between the Qilin Clan and the Phoenix Clan erupted from a single point to a full-scale war, and the intensity of the war grew more and more fierce. The earth collapsed and the mountains and rivers were shattered. The lives of both clans were extremely heavy, and even the death of powerful experts at the Daluo Realm was not uncommon.

Even outside their Purple Jade Mountain, the corpses of both races could often be seen falling from the sky. However, because Feng Xi Feng Hen were there, Wu Chu couldn't run out to pick up the corpses in front of them and could only watch helplessly as those corpses were carried away by other ferocious beasts and birds of prey.

Even Little Moon Spirit sometimes grumbles to Wu Chu: What a waste of such good ingredients!

At this point, Wu Chu would pat her little head and comfort her, "Don't be like that. They are guests, so let's give the Little Phoenix and the Little Qilin some face."

Wu Chu had no idea when the war between the two races would end, nor did he understand what role the Dragon Clan would play this time, or whether they would take advantage of the situation.

He simply stayed on Purple Jade Mountain, observing the changing world.

Fuxi, Nuwa, and Qingqiu Li have not emerged from seclusion. The same applies to the Crimson Palace, hidden deep within the floating clouds. When Hong Yun told Zhen Yuanzi, "The winds and clouds gather, to Contemplating the Dao the world," he was referring to this very situation.

Those powerful figures at the Daluo Realm wandered through the Grand Void, sensing the fluctuations of the Great Dao stirred up by various powerful figures within the Great Dao Laws, and comprehending the evolutionary process of various Great Dao.

Unfortunately, Wu Chu doesn't have that kind of strength yet; otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here idly eating sunflower seeds like a bored nobody.

The seeds are Watermelon, so they're naturally quite large, with even the smallest being about the size of a thumb. The kernels inside are also quite big, and after being roasted by Little Moon Spirit, they're easy to peel.

Fenghen also asked the little flower fairy Hua Feier for some melon seeds, came to the tree platform, squatted down next to Wu Chu, and they silently started eating melon seeds together.

This time when Feng Hen came to Purple Jade Mountain, he was treated much better than last time.

Last time, Wu Chu caught him and not only did he get a beating, but he was also forced to do manual labor to make a living, just like being forced to work.

This time, they were purely here to enjoy themselves. But seeing the fierce battle outside while they were enjoying themselves here, Feng Hen felt somewhat sorry for his entire clan.

Seeing Wu Chu staring blankly at the sky, Feng Hen, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask him, "Senior A Chu, is there something you want to do?"

Wu Chu, who had just witnessed the carcass of a raptor falling from the sky, blinked, silently wiped away the sorrowful tears from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't."

Just then, a black dragon descended from the sky and crashed onto the great formation of Purple Jade Mountain, creating a wave of purple runes. The enormous black dragon's body writhed in the air like an eel, trying to struggle to its feet. In its huge claws, it also held a small golden dragon that was struggling as well. Compared to its body, which was several miles long, the small dragon looked like a small eel.

Upon seeing this, Wu Chu burst into laughter and stood up, saying, "Dragon Meat actually falls from the sky, and two pieces at once! This is truly... fate!"

A flash of purple light appeared, and countless purple divine chains extended from the great formation, instantly binding the black dragon and the little golden dragon tightly before they were teleported in by the Purple Jade Mountain formation.

On this Purple Jade Mountain, Wu Chu could use the power of the Mountain Protection Array to crush all beings below the Daluo Realm. Therefore, this black dragon had no way to break free from its restraints.

Although this black dragon also possessed the cultivation level of the Taiyi Realm, Wu Chu had now also entered the Taiyi Realm and had already progressed through a significant portion of that realm, so his cultivation level could not be considered low.

As for the little golden dragon, Wu Chu had long since ignored it. Its cultivation was weak, and it was clearly a juvenile dragon, only worth keeping as a pet.

Although it's unclear why Dragon Clan have appeared here, it seems Dragon Clan 've been drawn into this great war as well. This is truly Three Clans War!

Wu Chu sighed silently.

"Senior A Chu, it's not dead yet!" Feng Hen reminded him from the side.

Nonsense! Otherwise, why would I tie it up?

Wu Chu inwardly scoffed, glancing at him, "What are you trying to say?"

Feng Hen licked his lips and coughed lightly, "What I mean is, if Senior A Chu needs it, I can help it completely relieve its pain. It's quite badly injured!"

Wu Chu nodded slightly, "To befriend dragons, you are a promising young man!"

On the other side, the bound black dragon was already struggling and crying out, "Senior, Senior A Chu, it's me! It's me! Wu Zhan of the Sea Python Clan!"

"..."

Wu Chu paused, glanced at Feng Hen, as if asking: Is it really him?

Feng Hen was also stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "His aura and body are different, and wasn't Wu Zhan a Black Flood Dragon? Could he have transformed into a dragon? His cultivation has become much stronger. And that little golden dragon, could it be his son?"

"Have some common sense, okay? Can a black dragon give birth to a golden dragon?"

Although it was hard to believe, since it was an 'old and experienced dragon,' it was not appropriate to pretend to be unaware and let Feng Hen resolve its suffering.

Wu Chu released the black dragon, which spun in the air and transformed into Wu Zhan, a muscular and imposing man. The dragon staggered as if it were about to fall from the sky.

The little golden dragon transformed into a three- or four-year-old child, with two newly sprouted, semi-transparent dragon horns on its forehead—quite cute, actually.

Could it really be that Wu Zhan's son?!

Wu Chu raised his hand and caught Wu Zhan and the little dragon, then pulled them to a wooden platform beside the Sacred Tree. He asked, "How did you end up here? And you seem to be badly injured. Who hit you? Did your Dragon Clan get involved in the war too? Who is this little guy? Your son? Did you have an affair with a dragon girl and get hunted down?"

The barrage of questions left Wu Zhan somewhat bewildered, unsure which to answer first.

The little dragon shrank timidly beside Wu Zhan, its large, shy eyes filled with curiosity as it looked around at everything unfamiliar.

On the tree canopy, many Little Flower Fairies peeked out from the dense branches and leaves, curiously watching the little dragon with two tender little dragon horns on its head.

Only when he saw Feng Hen did Wu Zhan breathe a sigh of relief and say, "The Qilin Clan really did have Qilin Clan here, then the Phoenix Clan should also have Phoenix here!"

Feng Xi, the Little Phoenix who was learning to cook with Little Moon Spirit, heard the commotion outside and peeked out of the kitchen, curiously glancing at Wu Zhan and the little dragon.

Wu Zhan also looked at her, then a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"Your purpose in coming here isn't to keep Purple Jade Mountain out of this, is it?" Wu Chu found it somewhat amusing, but thinking about Yibao's words, he realized it made perfect sense.