The sky shone brightly, casting a golden hue around the Floating Temple at the peak of Golden Summit Mountain, creating a magnificent spectacle that was nothing short of grand.
At the foot of Golden Summit Mountain, things were buzzing with excitement. Many monsters had gathered, and as usual, the air was thick with a sense of impending conflict.
However, this fiery atmosphere felt a bit off…
The Fishbone slowly drifted towards the shore. Little Li, the Sky Flood Dragon, was gazing up at the sky, and who knows what he expected to see up there.
Brother Murong’s bald head gleamed so brightly that one might mistake him for someone who just descended from the Floating Temple.
Wu Qing and Murong Feng stood proudly, and upon seeing the Water Clan waiting here, they couldn’t help but feel that the Ming Jiao Clan was no longer what it used to be.
“Uncle Wu, can’t we just slip past them?”
“The Water Clan must wait here for the monks from the Floating Temple to receive them; we’re not just random dragons waltzing in and causing trouble,” said Li Mo, eyeing the scene not too far away.
He had thought about the day when, if his identity as a human were exposed, he might end up being eaten alive by the monster beasts.
Now, even with his identity still under wraps, that threat felt disturbingly close.
“When I was with your mother, I was about your age too,” Murong Feng chuckled. “If you really meet someone suitable, it’s better to settle down sooner rather than later.”
Wu Qing blushed and smacked her husband.
“How did you and Aunt Wu end up together?”
Li Mo couldn’t help but feel curious.
Murong Feng looked tenderly at his wife and kids, reminiscing, “Back then, I was young and full of ambition, planning to travel through the Central Divine Continent, testing my sword against the world and meeting the heroes of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. That’s when I met your mother.”
“We roamed the rivers and lakes, helping the needy and robbing the rich. Qing’er was incredibly strong, and we even made it onto the Qianlong List, where I learned about Horizontal Cloud Sword Marks.”
“Do you know about Horizontal Cloud Sword Marks?”
Murong Feng fondly stroked his beard, lost in memories of youth.
Wu Qing recalled the sunset in Yunzhou, running under that glorious sky…
“Ahem… Sword marks? What sword marks? I don’t know anything about that,” Li Mo thought it best to play the clueless country bumpkin.
There was no way he could say, “Uncle Murong, you seem to have turned your youth into a hammer…”
“And then what happened?”
“On the road to Eastern Wilderness, your mother and I stumbled upon an unusual temple where people were using methods to absorb the willpower of others for their own gain, which led to the Huanmo Sect coming after us.”
“Your mother revealed her true form to save me, and it was then I realized she wasn’t human.”
Li Mo nodded.
He could almost guess what came next. Discovering that his partner was a Disaster Beast would be shocking, but after a fierce internal struggle, Uncle Murong would stick to his feelings, defying the world.
He had to admit, Uncle was quite a man.
“After realizing your uncle was of the dragon clan, he must have had an incredibly tough decision, right?”
“Actually, no.”
“Huh?”
“He got even more excited.”
Wu Qing shot her husband a glare.
And so, Murong Xiao was born.
Li Mo: “……”
Little Li had a little question mark popping above his head that just wouldn’t go away.
Murong Feng proudly declared, “My wife and I are very happy together now, so as long as it’s true love, the whole species thing doesn’t have to be such a hard rule.”
“…..”
Li Mo felt like he could just give a thumbs up.
You really have the right to be proud; you really are that guy.
Murong Feng glanced at the scene in the distance: “As for the numbers…”
“Hmm?”
Wu Qing narrowed her eyes, her pupils dilating and contracting, suddenly sporting a grin that was almost sweet.
“We should rely on quality over quantity; a real man should be whole-hearted!”
At this moment.
The Fishbone boat had also docked at the shore.
Li Mo got off the boat, wanting to act like a simple dragon and slip away, but before he could even make his grand escape, a somewhat cold voice rang out not too far away.
“Wu Mo, you finally made it!”
“Talk about a noisy bird.”
Little Li clenched his fists.
Not far off stood a tall young man with golden armor, golden hair, and golden eyes. Judging by the wings and aura behind him, he had to be from the Peng Clan, surrounded by a few other members of it, clearly more powerful than him.
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The others had lifeless golden eyes, tinged with a hint of red.
The Peng Clan and the Ming Jiao Clan had always been at odds, and everyone in the South Border knew this would lead to trouble.
But at this moment, no monster cared about the feud between the two clans.
“That must be Wu Mo? Not only is he impressive, but he’s also quite handsome.”
“No wonder they say he bears the true dragon bloodline! Look at his horns and scales.”
“I suspect he’s not just carrying a trace of true dragon bl**d.”
“Hmm?”
“He’s clearly a living true dragon, a peerless Sky Flood Dragon!”
The Water Clan members were buzzing with excitement.
The true dragon bloodline was simply too alluring.
For example, in the South Sea, there was a rather ordinary Clam Clan that somehow struck gold and gained the favor of a true dragon, leaving a bloodline behind.
That line became the Jiao Tu Clan, flourishing to this day.
And there were also the Qiong Qiu… Ba Xia… Chi Wen…
These powerful monster clans, recognized for their strong bloodlines, became mighty thanks to the dragon’s grace.
If not for this being the territory of the Floating Temple, no monster would dare stir up trouble.
By now, a monster might have already lunged forward, trying to forcibly take Little Li for some edumacation.
What had started as a tense race for the Celestial Divine Jade was turning into an exhilarating matchmaking contest among the Water Clan.
Well, things were definitely getting bald.
“The Rock Shrimp Clan has prepared ten boxes of rare treasures, hoping to invite the Ming Jiao Clan’s Sky Flood Dragon for a chat!”
The Rock Shrimp Clan, known for digging through stones, clearly had some digging skills of their own since they appeared out of nowhere, likely preparing for a sneak attack.
“Sorry!”
Looking at the Rock Shrimp girl, Little Li felt a headache coming on.
The Rock Shrimp Clan was obviously not ready to back down, trailing behind him like lost puppies.
“Wait up! With your true dragon bloodline, if you were to unite with my Rock Shrimp Clan, we would surely produce incredibly strong offspring. We even have a name ready, so let’s go with…”
“Dragon Shrimp!”
“…..”
Little Li quickened his pace.
Others from the Water Clan were just about to swarm in.
A group of muscular, hulking brutes that towered over everyone—transforming into human form, they still stood a head taller—barreled through the crowd, clearly a force to be reckoned with.
Dressed in shells, they made a clattering sound as they walked, blocking sunlight like living shadows.
“I’m Guo Jing from the Giant Whale Clan; our bloodline is already powerful, and if we come together, we’d be unstoppable.”
The dazzling Guo Jing said shyly.
She was no ordinary girl but a genius of the Giant Whale Clan, carrying the dragon-whale bloodline; it wasn’t just for show.
They were a wall, preventing the other Water Clan members from getting near.
Wu Qing and Murong Feng exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. Although they were satisfied, they didn’t say anything.
“We’re just too different.”
“What do you mean too different?”
Li Mo’s mouth twitched.
Sister, do you not realize?
Your arms are thicker than my thighs! And this is in human form; if you showed your true self…
Meanwhile…
Ten miles away from the Floating Temple.
One could already see the immense golden ring atop Golden Summit Mountain from here.
Under the clear sky, the Qingluan Clan was soaring in the air, adding a touch of grace to the cloudless sky.
There were plenty of other bird monsters making their way to the Floating Temple, but all unconsciously made way as they flew.
Among those beautiful and noble clans, a young girl led the way.
It was as if the sky cleared just for her.
The name of the Qingluan Divine Maiden had long resonated throughout the South Border, known for her repeated slaying of Disaster Beasts and evil creatures.
Her serene and tranquil eyes flickered gently as she gazed toward the Floating Temple.
Was she anticipating the Celestial Divine Jade, or…
Something else?
