Chapter 438: Owner Of The Heavenly Dragon Saber
Chapter 438: Owner Of The Heavenly Dragon Saber
The fifteenth day.
Jiang Lan and the others were already walking around.
They had to meet up.
At noon today, they were about to leave Dragon Cry Island.
After that, they would return to Kunlun.
"We’re going back," Ao Longyu said softly.
At this moment, she had returned to her normal state. Her expression was calm and there was no trace of a smile on her face.
However, as she walked beside Jiang Lan, there wasn’t a hint of coldness in her eyes.
"The bestowment has ended. I think we’ll be staying for a few more days, but it’s about time," said the Eighth Prince.
He did not feel any reluctance.
There was nothing interesting in the Dragon Race. It was more interesting to go to Kunlun to sell roasted animals.
As the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Race, his status was very high.
No one in the Dragon Palace dared to bicker with him.
The depths of Dragon Palace was rather quiet, as if there was no sign of life.
Dragons were naturally used to this, but the Eighth Prince was still young and not used to it.
He was not old.
And in Kunlun, he was free to go wherever he wanted.
When others spoke to him, they were not restrained because of his status.
There weren’t that many rules in Kunlun.
Some guests in the inn would say that he didn’t know how lucky he was. It was definitely better to lead a stable life in the Dragon Race than to lead a bitter life in Kunlun.
Their thoughts weren’t with no reason, but…
It was not something he could choose.
In any case, in Kunlun, he was under the protection of his brother-in-law and sister, so there wasn’t much of a problem.
The inn also had a boss who would take care of him, so it was safe.
He could even drag the youth out with him to ensure his own safety.
Jiang Lan glanced at Ao Longyu and remained silent.
He did not know when they would return to the Dragon Race the next time. It was also hard to say if they would even have another chance in the future.
Even if there was another chance, it was unknown if Xiao Yu’s mother was still alive.
The trip to the Dragon Race this time did not leave anything worth remembering for Xiao Yu.
Her mother had never visited her before. It was difficult for them to even visit her.
This was clearly Xiao Yu’s home, but it seemed to have nothing to do with her.
No matter how snobbish the other party was, it shouldn’t be like this. If they maintained a good relationship, it would be much easier for the Eighth Prince to return next time.
For a moment, Jiang Lan felt that not only were human hearts complicated, dragon hearts were too.
After some time, Jiang Lan and the others found Lu Jian and the others.
They didn’t suffer any injuries. It was just that Senior Brother Lin An, Senior Brother Bei Fang, and the others were in a rather sorry state.
Noon.
They saw the dragon shadow begin to disappear.
Next, two figures descended from the sky. They were Jiu Zhongtian and Miao Yue.
"It seems there are no problems, you all have obtained the gifts." Miao Yue looked at Jiang Lan and the others, speaking softly.
After they responded, Miao Yue looked at Jiang Lan.
Jiang Lan finally understood.
They naturally knew about the black dragon. Also, no one could hide who the Eight Desolates Imperial Lord Lun Ling was from them.
Therefore, they definitely knew that he was carrying the bead which contained the flesh and blood of the black dragon.
Without saying a word, he took a few steps forward and handed the blood-colored bead over.
He did not explain.
He didn’t know how to explain it, so silence was best.
Miao Yue took the blood bead without asking anything.
The others were puzzled.
Even the Eighth Prince and
"Alright, let’s go to the Dragon Palace to rest for a few days before returning to Kunlun." Miao Yue kept the blood-colored bead with a smile.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
Jiang Lan didn’t have such thoughts. He always felt that behind his Martial Aunt’s smiling face was an extreme danger.
To think that such a dangerous person would actually be the first candidate for becoming his master’s wife.
He felt rather helpless.
Martial Aunt Chenxi of the Sixth Summit had vouched that she really admired his master.
As for Imperial Lord Xi He, he was the most special person in Kunlun. Even he had asked him to go to the Fifth Summit to take a look.
The other party was obviously directing him towards Martial Aunt Miao Yue.
From the looks of it now, he had no choice but to first try to make Martial Aunt Miao Yue his master’s wife.
He would ask his master when he returned.
However, he who was already a Celestial Immortal needed to do many things.
He had to take a look at the books regarding the Deity Positions, and he needed to go to the Ancient Imperial Palace again.
He wanted to try to get out of there.
Last time, Imperial Lord Xi He had said that as long as he was a distance outside the palace, he would know what kind of place that was.
However, this could not be done while he was in the Dragon Race’s territory. It was safer to do it when he returned.
If there were any accidents in the Ninth Summit, his master would be there. Here…
It was too dangerous.
…
Back at the residence in the Dragon Race’s territory.
Everyone continued to cultivate so that they could fully absorb the benefits they had just gained.
Jiang Lan was also trying to absorb it.
After becoming a Celestial Immortal, his advancement would not be as fast as before. This gift would help shorten his cultivation time by a few years.
Even if it was just a few years or decades, it was still very impressive.
Three days later.
Jiang Lan looked at Ao Longyu with widened eyes. It seemed like she had consolidated her foundation quite a bit.
It was just that looking at his Senior Sister’s appearance, she seemed somewhat unsettled.
"Senior Sister, we might be going back in two days. Let’s go visit your mother," Jiang Lan said softly to Ao Longyu.
Hearing Jiang Lan’s suggestion, Ao Longyu was both delighted and helpless.
"Let’s go." Before Ao Longyu could respond, Jiang Lan grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.
His target was Ran Jing’s residence. He had already determined the location.
He just hoped that they would be able to meet him this time.
…
…
At the location of the Ancestral Dragon.
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon was silent as he looked at the returning Heavenly Dragon Saber.
Ao Jian lowered his head and stood to the side, not daring to disturb him at all.
The Ancestral Dragon had been staring at Skyblade for a long time.
He had no idea what Ancestral Dragon was thinking, but he definitely had made a decision.
The saber had been called unsealed, and the Dragon Saber Art had once again surfaced.
However, he could not find any traces of that person. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Even if he tried to calculate, he could not find any traces of him.
The Ancestral Dragon had yet to make any deductions, so they did not dare mention it immediately.
Regardless, a conclusion was needed.
At the same time, the Ancestral Dragon retracted his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.
The Heavenly Dragon Saber trembled as well.
Clang!
The saber hilt flew in front of Ao Jian, followed by the other sabers. In an instant, a saber appeared in midair.
The sword looked translucent, but it was actually filled with aura.
There were dragon carvings inside.
It looked vivid.
Then, the crystal dragon in the square also turned into countless pieces of water and came to the edge of the long saber. In the blink of an eye, they merged into the scabbard.
The sudden turn of events stunned Ao Jian.
It was not because he was shocked that the saber was unsheathed.
The Heavenly Dragon Saber was unsealed and the Ancestral Dragon had the right to use it.
However, there was no point in him holding the Heavenly Dragon Saber since he did not know the Dragon Saber Art.
So he was stunned.
But the Ancestral Dragon had an arrangement.
"Ao Man is leaving, right?" The Ancestral Dragon’s voice was rather calm.
"Yes, the people of Kunlun will be leaving in a few days," Ao Jian answered without hesitation.
"Give the saber to Ao Man. This saber will belong to him from now on." The Ancestral Dragon’s voice sounded.
However, Ao Jian was shocked when he heard this.
"Could it be that the Eighth Prince…" Ao Jian didn’t dare to say anything else.
Yes, did Ancestral Dragon mean that that person was really the Eighth Prince, Ao Man?
"It’s not him." Ancestral Dragon’s voice continued, but it wasn’t as loud as before, as though he was tired.
"But he is indeed the most likely person to learn the three saber moves of the Dragon Saber Art."
"Should we ask the Eighth Prince to bring this saber to Kunlun?" asked Ao Jian.
This was no small matter.
"Let him be." Ancestral Dragon’s voice turned softer.
"Go on."