Ice Dragon Cang Lian
Inside the heavily guarded bunker, two Golden Core cultivators suddenly began discussing what they had seen and heard over the past few days.
"Hey, do you see what's locked up down there?" someone suddenly asked.
Another immediately lowered their voice. "Of course we saw them! Whoa! One sneeze and it sent us all flying! Looks like she has a terrible temper!"
The tall cultivator who spoke first frowned upon hearing this, "Aren't Dragon Race supposed to be divine beings blessed by heaven? Won't what we're doing go against the Heavenly Dao?"
His companion immediately laughed, "That was just a dragon transformed from a jiao (a type of dragon), it hadn't even ascended to the Upper Realm and gained the recognition of the Dragon Race yet, so what if it's dead? Besides, ten thousand years ago, wasn't there another dragon that fell from the Upper Realm, and we divided it up with it?"
Hearing his companion's words of comfort, the tall man felt a little relieved.
He thought so too. This realm hadn't seen a single ascension to immortality for countless years, and cultivation resources were dwindling. If they didn't target the dragons, how could human cultivators possibly survive?!
They quickly convinced themselves to stop thinking about those irrelevant things.
Right beneath their feet, in the final level of the bunker, lay a dark water prison surrounded by fences made of black iron.
A slender, snow-white figure appeared and disappeared in the dark water, while a thin layer of ice formed from the chilling aura emanating from the enormous creature on the surface.
The slightest movement of the jade-white dragon caused the chains running through its limbs and tail to clang.
The noise would easily alert the guards nearby, and then the barbed dragon whip would strike the white dragon hard.
"You'd better be careful. The grand event is in a few days. Our master instructed us not to let it get damaged in the slightest. We need to show everyone a complete and intact dragon!" another guard said angrily, frowning.
The person wielding the dragon-slaying whip gave a perfunctory smile and quickly collected the remaining blood from the whip into a jade bottle he carried. Those above were aware of such small actions, and as long as the dragon's appearance was not damaged, they generally would not restrict them.
So even when the guards saw what the other person was doing, they only frowned and made no attempt to stop them.
The dragon in the water dungeon seemed to have gotten used to this treatment; it kept its head submerged in the water and remained motionless even when whipped.
But no one saw that the eyes buried in the water were filled with hatred for Human Race!
On the day the grand event officially commenced, an address appeared out of nowhere on the gilded invitation.
Sang Ying has now gotten to know the main city quite well, and she immediately knew the location of the grand event, which was a little far from their courtyard.
However, it's better if they're far away, as this will ensure their safety.
Sang Ying had no intention of using her face to attend the Dragon-Slaying Grand Assembly; who knew who might remember her and what trouble she might cause?
After thinking about it, she decided to use the same face she had created back in Golden Sea City to continue playing the role of a spoiled young lady.
The Gong Household family built a meeting place on the water within the manor, Sang Ying felt an inexplicable sense of oppression as soon as she entered. There must be a formation set up inside, perhaps even a trapping formation specifically designed for that dragon!
Several-story buildings were built around a central pond, which was surrounded by an iron fence. Countless iron chains hung from the fence, and it was unclear whether these chains were used to restrain a dragon or something else.
The upper floor was furnished with elegant seating areas, each separated by curtains. Those like Sang Ying, who received invitations but lacked fame, were seated on the third floor, the furthest away. People like the Jimo Household would be seated in the first row.
As soon as Sang Ying sat down, Jiang Zhuoxue on her wrist slowly tightened her grip, clinging to her tightly, seemingly not in a good state.
"What's wrong?" Taking advantage of the fact that no one seemed to care about her, Sang Ying asked softly.
Jiang Zhuoxue didn't want to tell her that she had recalled her past experiences, so she could only try to control her emotions and answer, "It's nothing, I just don't really like the atmosphere here."
In fact, not only did he dislike it, but Sang Ying also disliked it.
The entire venue was gloomy, with not a single ray of sunlight leaking in, as if the people and things there couldn't bear the light.
"We'll be leaving soon, so please bear with it for now." After saying that, Sang Ying stuffed another spiritual fruit into his hand.
This was the first time Sang Ying had spoken to her in such a gentle tone. Jiang Zhuoxue hooked her tail around the spirit fruit and suddenly smiled.
It seems that Sang Ying is quite receptive to feigning weakness. Jiang Zhuoxue secretly made a mental note of it.
Dragons seemed to possess a unique allure for cultivators; before long, the entire venue was filled with them.
Sang Ying hid at the back and looked at everyone in the first row, especially the very conspicuous eldest son of the Jimo Household, Sang Ying she spotted at a glance.
"The man with the dark face sitting in the middle is Ten Thousand Daos Born's cultivator." Jiang Zhuoxue quietly peeked out and told Sang Ying about the identities of those people one by one.
Upon learning that the other party was from Ten Thousand Daos Born, Sang Ying couldn't help but pay more attention to the middle-aged male cultivator.
Unlike everyone else present, the other person maintained a stern face from the moment they entered until they sat down, giving off an impression that strangers should not approach.
Even when Gong Household came up to him and joked with him, he didn't give them the slightest bit of a friendly look, as if he had made it clear that he was there to cause trouble.
"Do you think Ten Thousand Daos Born's cultivators are here to save that dragon?" Sang Ying suddenly asked.
Jiang Zhuoxue yawned, seemingly uninterested. "I don't know. Human Race are complicated; I can't fathom their thoughts!"
As the two chatted, several more people appeared around them.
Looking around, almost the entire Immortal Spirit Realm, or even more than just the Immortal Spirit Realm —all the forces that could be named—were present here.
After everyone was seated, the current head of the Gong Household made his entrance amidst the complex gazes of the crowd:
"It is an honor for the Gong Household that you have come from afar! We are gathered here today for one thing, which is to slay the dragon!" He said the last two words with particular force.
Almost as soon as the head of the Gong Household finished speaking, the chains hanging on the surrounding fences simultaneously tightened.
The water in the center of the pool was churning, and a huge iron cage was pulled straight out of the water by chains!
At that moment, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the iron cage, not wanting to miss a single instant.
When the water receded and the iron cage was fully revealed, they immediately saw the enormous creature inside—a fully grown white dragon!
No! Or perhaps it shouldn't be called a white dragon. As people watched the frost slowly forming on the iron cage, they were astonished to discover that it was actually an ice dragon!
However, none of their surprise could compare to Sang Ying's shock at this moment, because she recognized that the battered ice dragon in the cage was none other than the Ice Flood Dragon Cang Lian that she had seen in the Qishan Secret Realm!
A note from the author:
The sparrow tugged at its own feathers, wanting to shout to everyone: I really don't have a single drop left! Waaaaah!
That's all for today's update! Today, I'm not only loving you all, but also very diligent, Sparrow!