Chapter 1128: Chapter 656

“Master, are you the one traveling to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures?”

“Come on, are you here to run errands sent by the Goddess of Mercy, or sent by the Four Seas Dragon Kings to play bodyguard?”

Looking at the huge white dragon’s head sticking out of the Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang was completely indifferent. He took out his wine gourd and took a sip before slowly asking.

“It is my father, the West Sea Dragon King, who sent me here to wait for the one who will fetch the scriptures.”

Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva. Ever since he came here, he had been healing and hadn’t eaten anything.

“Your aura is unstable, and there is a hidden injury inside you. What’s going on? Did someone beat you up at the Yingchou River?”

A pure Dragon Clan member has a high status even among the Demon Clan. Even though the Dragon Clan has been in decline for some time, they are still not to be easily offended.

Since this Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, there’s no way he was captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform.

“It was the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancee had an affair with him and eloped on the day we were to be married. I intended to kill these two scoundrels, but the Nine-Headed Beast was too powerful and injured me.”

Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, deeply saddened.

He, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, married the daughter of a Well River Dragon King from Emerald Waves Lake, which was definitely aiming high.

He never expected that the Wansheng Princess would be so shameless, having an affair with the Nine-Headed Beast on their wedding day to run off and elope.

If she didn’t want to marry him, why agree to this union in the first place?

The situation blew up, leaving Little White Dragon Ao Lie utterly humiliated, and the West Sea Dragon Palace became a laughing stock, thus sowing a deep enmity between both families!

If the Nine-Headed Beast wasn’t at the Golden Immortal Peak level, unafraid of the Four Seas Dragon Clan seeking revenge, Emerald Waves Lake would have been wiped out by now.

“Tsk tsk, got cuckolded, huh? How pitiful. Not only did someone run off with your wife, but they also beat you up.”

This Nine-Headed Beast is impressive, not only beat up the groom but also stole his wife and took over her family’s assets.

At this moment, Little White Dragon felt so ashamed he wished he could die.

Weaker than others, his wife was taken, and the mistress beat him up. Hoping to rely on his family to regain some dignity, but his family turned a blind eye.

If he could triumph over Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would have loved to put seventeen or eighteen holes in this gloating bald monk!

“Why be obsessed with one flower when there are plenty of flowers in the world?

By the way, aren’t dragons said to be naturally lecherous? Why are you so pure-hearted?

You, the West Sea Prince, surely have some female demons trying to seduce you, right?”

In the Primordial times, before the Dragon-Phoenix calamity, the Dragon Clan was the overlord of the world, causing trouble for many virgins, resulting in countless races with dragon vein bloodlines.

Why is it said a dragon has nine sons, each different?

Wasn’t it because that Ancestral Dragon set a fine example?

Nowadays, in the Primordial world, it’s rare for demons with decent bloodlines not to possess a strand of dragon vein blood.

When the Heavenly Court holds banquets to entertain immortals, those dragon liver and phoenix marrow dishes come from dragon beasts containing a thread of dragon vein blood.

Though the Pure Dragon Clan might have fallen, the Ancestral Dragon is still alive, and the leaders of elite forces know about it.

That’s why it’s only on rare occasions that pure dragon clan members are consumed, and it’s done covertly.

After all, the Ancestral Dragon’s power is comparable to a Supreme being, at least matching Zhen Yuanzi or the Nether River Sect Master.

Frankly speaking, nowadays the Heavenly Court Master, Jade Emperor Hao Tian, can only fight evenly with the Ancestral Dragon by relying on the Heavenly Dao’s support from holding the position of Heavenly Emperor in the Heavenly Court.

If they fought in the chaos, away from the Heavenly Court, Hao Tian would likely be beaten into submission by the Ancestral Dragon, truly ground into the dust.

After all, the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestral Qilin have a half-chaos demon god bloodline, a true advantage in lineage.

Had Pangu not opened the sky and shattered their chaotic bodies, leaving them to reshape in the Primordial world with degraded bloodlines, they could have become Primordial Saints.

After all, Yang Mei is the best example; surviving Pangu’s sky-opening battle using the Space Dao, he wasn’t completely destroyed — only slightly sustaining foundational damage.

The Void Willow wasn’t shattered in the chaos, receiving only a major injury.

You see, even Hongjun was badly damaged, yet Yang Mei escaped the sky-opening calamity. When Hongjun was about to become a Saint, Yang Mei proved his Dao with power in chaos, becoming Primordial.

Unwilling to partake in uniting with the Heavenly Dao, Yang Mei fought Hongjun in chaos right after Hongjun became a Saint.

While Hongjun attacked, Yang Mei only defended using the Void Willow that could brush away any object and the Space Law, absorbing all of Hongjun’s magical treasures. Only after forcing Hongjun to concede did he return the innate treasures.

Thereafter, he roamed the Chaos Sea, exiting the Desolate World.

“I, Ao Lie, the distinguished Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, how could I be interested in those roadside wildflowers?”

Ao Lie said arrogantly.

“So you went for a vixen instead?”

Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes, retorting, immediately causing the Little White Dragon to uncontrollably get defensive.

Watching the silent little dragon, whose eyes were tinged with dangerous red, Chen Sanzang tossed his wine gourd over.

“Tsk tsk, indeed just a pure-hearted little white dragon, untouched by society’s harsh lessons. Home flowers can’t beat wild flowers’ fragrance, can they?”

As the saying goes, a wife isn’t as good as a concubine, a concubine not as good as a stolen one, and what’s acquired isn’t as sweet as what’s unattainable. Which man doesn’t like that?

This Little White Dragon clearly hasn’t faced society’s cruelty, Chen Sanzang didn’t mind giving him a proper education.

Seeing the dejected Little White Dragon, who felt a bit indignant but dared not speak, Chen Sanzang decided not to tease any further.

“Alright, don’t look so downcast. It’s just a vixen who ran away; there will be plenty of beautiful female demons waiting for you in the future.

Follow me; strength will be yours, status will be yours, and beauties won’t be lacking.

I promise you will enjoy lavish indulgences, roam the world freely, and spread the dragon clan bloodline.

Think about your ancestors, how many dragon-blooded demon clans did they leave in this world?

As a pure-blooded dragon himself, how can you not emulate your ancestors?”

Chen Sanzang’s absurd logic didn’t have an immediate effect, but it did plant a racial seed in the naive little white dragon’s heart.

“Come, stop thinking about it. Transform into a human, enjoy some fine food and wine. Help me set up the pot and boil the water; Little Kongkong will be back soon, and we can dine then.”

Chen Sanzang lay back lazily in his chair, putting some spirit fruit on a small tiger’s back, munching leisurely.

The Little White Dragon Ao Lie transformed into human form, obediently crouched before the hot pot, cast a spell to light the fire, heating the pot.

“Old Chen, I’ve brought the wild game you wanted, can’t easily target pure dragons, so this flood dragon will have to do.”

Sun Wukong stepped on the Somersault Cloud, dragging a flood dragon with a head bigger than his own, flying in from the horizon quickly.

“Clean it up, don’t waste the dragon blood. Cut the dragon whip for me to soak in wine; it’s quite the tonic!”

Chen Sanzang wiped tears from his corners, then floated to the flood dragon’s rear. He smoothly pulled out a meat knife from nowhere, aimed at a critical area, and decisively made a cut, swiftly taking a large chunk away.

This scene made Sun Wukong grimace, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

After spending some time together, Sun Wukong and Chen Sanzang had sparred three times, each ending in a draw, though neither showed their real strength.

If it were a death match, Sun Wukong was confident he could take down this drinking and eating monk, but he would also sustain serious injuries himself.

This was an intuitive feeling produced automatically in his body after cultivating the Chaos Demon Ape’s body refining technique.

“Little White Dragon, go, handle this flood dragon. Slice the meat, then put it in the pot.”

Sun Wukong passed the flood dragon to Ao Lie with a friendly (sinister) grin, showing his teeth to the Little White Dragon.

In a split second, Little White Dragon felt chilled all over, nodded in daze, then he dragged the flood dragon’s body to the water pond.

While using mana to evaporate the cold sweat that just appeared, he pitifully dissected the flood dragon’s body.