Chapter 123 - 112: Master Ye, Are You Sneaking Out to Meet a Woman in the Middle of the Night? (Part 2)

Chapter 123: Chapter 112: Master Ye, Are You Sneaking Out to Meet a Woman in the Middle of the Night? (Part 2)

That’s impossible!

Clearly, I was first, I am the ancestor’s favorite child!

"Junior Ye Qingzhou, greets senior Kang Jinlong."

"The Sword Emperor’s heir?"

The White Flood Dragon’s body wriggled and soon transformed into an image of a young man with pure golden hair and a handsome face. He descended from the sky and stood before Ye Qingzhou.

"Senior, are you planning to kill us to silence us?"

Ye Qingzhou’s tone was relaxed, as if he wasn’t talking about his own situation.

On the contrary, the Golden Dragon next to him was so scared that his two legs were shaking violently. The words "silence us" made him fall into panic and despair.

Kang Jinlong glanced disdainfully at the Golden Dragon, this descendant of Dragon Blood, before he finally spoke: "The strong are revered among the Dragon Race; the survival of the fittest prevails. Why should we fear idle gossip? The White Flood Dragon wanted to seize my authority and cultivation, but now he has been countered by me. This is the will of heaven, and I am without guilt."

Ye Qingzhou didn’t intend to restrain a dragon with human ethics and morals. After all, the Kang Jinlong before him had lived for countless years, probably far beyond the written history of humans today.

Using today’s laws to judge a dragon from ages and ages ago?

No need.

Seeing that he might not die, the Golden Dragon immediately put on a flattering expression, but didn’t change his lines: "Ancestor has become an immortal, his mana is boundless, and he will enjoy eternal blessings and longevity equal to the heavens!"

Kang Jinlong looked at Ye Qingzhou, who had remained calm throughout, and then at his own unpromising bloodline descendant, silently sighing in his heart.

Disgraceful dragon!

"You stayed behind on purpose, so you must have something to ask. Speak."

As soon as Kang Jinlong spoke, Ye Qingzhou hadn’t even had time to say anything when the Dragon Abyss sword in the scabbard flew towards Kang Jinlong, circling him several times, with a continuous humming sound, as if telling something.

"Didn’t expect Dragon Abyss to end up in your hands. Did the Rain Master give it to you?"

Kang Jinlong reached out, gently caressing the blade of Dragon Abyss, and for the first time, a doting look appeared in his eyes.

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "I snatched it from Ghost Sword Sorrow."

"Snatched?"

Kang Jinlong shook his head: "If the Rain Master didn’t want to give it to you, you wouldn’t be able to keep this sword. It seems because you’ve mastered the Heart Sword, he simply went along with it."

For Kang Jinlong, the bloodline descendants like White Flood Dragon and Cyan Flood Dragon were akin to roadside plants and flowers; even for the Golden Dragon descendant, it was mainly for use.

There were no true feelings at all.

But for the Emperor’s Sword Longyuan, Kang Jinlong apparently felt differently: "The Sword Spirit’s recovery is going well. It appears my sister is pleased with you."

"Sister?"

Ye Qingzhou was surprised.

Isn’t this beyond species? Kang Jinlong is a dragon, and the Dragon Abyss Sword, well, it’s a sword.

Are they truly siblings?

Kang Jinlong caressed the blade of Dragon Abyss, his whole being immersed in memories: "Back in the great war, things became too tragic. My sister blocked a fatal blow for the Sword Emperor and was grievously injured, falling in battle. However, the Sword Emperor did not wish for her to die like that, so with the Celestial Human Co-Casting Technique, he allowed my sister’s Dragon Spirit to reside in the Divine Weapon, awaiting future revival."

Unfortunately, now even the Sword Emperor is dead, so revival remains an empty talk.

"In the future, remember to treat her well."

Kang Jinlong, though reluctant, chose to let go, allowing the Dragon Abyss Sword to return smoothly to its scabbard.

Now, only Ye Qingzhou has mastered the Second Layer Realm of Heart Sword, and the quickest way for Longyuan’s Sword Spirit to recover is by being by Ye Qingzhou’s side.

The Golden Dragon stood aside, like a minion, more shocked by the conversation between Kang Jinlong and Ye Qingzhou: ’Damn, Ye Qingzhou actually snatched something from Ghost Sword Sorrow?’

’Crap, the Emperor’s Sword Longyuan, which the Mingjian Group offered a billion-dollar reward for, is actually in Ye Qingzhou’s hands?’

’A billion dollars! Should I report it?’

The Golden Dragon was deeply conflicted, but when he thought about it being the ancestor’s own sister, the Mingjian Group seemed nothing. The ancestor could probably blow them away with a breath.

He decided against courting death and chose to quietly be a handsome man.

Ye Qingzhou didn’t stand on ceremony with Kang Jinlong either. After all, he had been eyeing Kang Jinlong’s body for a long time... Uh, strictly speaking, it was the dragon corpse left behind by Kang Jinlong.

All serpents have the ability to shed their skins, and powerful dragons can even cultivate Mortality Transformation and Tribulation Avoidance, gaining new life.

Kang Jinlong achieved this through reincarnation, shedding the "dead skin" of his severe injuries and taking on a True Dragon Body meticulously crafted by the White Flood Dragon, thereby achieving rebirth.

"Could senior grant your remains to me?"

Compared to the White Flood Dragon, Kang Jinlong’s stature and spirit were evidently much grander, given the different heights they stood at.

Not only was Kang Jinlong not angry, but he also showed a commendatory expression towards Ye Qingzhou: "Courageous and broad-minded, truly worthy of the Sword Emperor’s acknowledgment. Since that’s the case, a mere remnant of my body can serve as a greeting gift, why not give it to you?"

The Golden Dragon took a look at the nearby corpse of the Golden Dragon, which was like a small mountain, and was dumbfounded.

It was a gold mountain, made of Upper Grade Divine Gold of a value far beyond mere gold; given away just like that?

Truly worthy of a genuine ancestor, what generosity!

Not soon after, the Golden Dragon hated himself for speaking up too late, flustered and itching, worried that if he delayed a step further, Ye Qingzhou might clean out the ancestor’s home through trickery.

He immediately stepped forward: "Ancestor, what about my share?"

"Your share of what?"