Qin Yi sat on the water surface waiting for the Giant Dragon to recover.

The Giant Dragon had been pinned by four Giant Spears for who knows how long? The wounds on its body looked terrifying, probably needing some time.

As Qin Yi waited, he unknowingly fell asleep.

It must be said, he truly has a big heart.

Qin Yi even had a beautiful dream, where he was on a beach chair surrounded by bikini-clad beauties.

He was encircled by several bikini beauties, some feeding him food, some fruit, and some drinks.

Why does this drink have no taste?

"Master, Master..."

Qin Yi seemed to hear the Blood Flood Dragon calling him.

This guy really knows how to spoil the mood. He had barely started having a good dream, but must he disturb it?

"Master, Master..."

The Blood Flood Dragon was still calling.

Impatiently, Qin Yi opened his eyes, and then panicked, somehow he was soaking in water, and in a rush, swallowed several mouthfuls of river water, the taste... was somewhat familiar.

He remembered, the drink in his dream tasted the same as the river water.

Qin Yi clumsily swam to the river surface.

But he was shocked to find that the buoyancy of the river water had suddenly disappeared, he could hardly stand on the water surface.

"Blood Flood Dragon, what’s going on? Why is there no buoyancy anymore?"

"Master, I don’t know either, you suddenly sank into the water, scaring me."

Paddling in the water, Qin Yi realized he couldn’t rest like this, sooner or later he would exhaust himself.

"Master, look quickly."

"Look at what? Ghosts..."

Qin Yi hadn’t finished speaking and was stunned, seeing a figure with a tall build, wearing a blue robe, with a handsome and cold face stepping on the water surface walking toward him.

This person... Qin Yi felt a sense of familiarity, like he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t recall at the moment.

"Need help?"

The man in blue spoke coldly.

Qin Yi paused, "Who are you?"

"You rescued me."

Qin Yi’s eyes widened, shocked: "You, you wouldn’t be the Dragon, would you?"

The man remained expressionless looking at Qin Yi, silent.

"You really are the Dragon?"

Qin Yi was full of disbelief.

The man spoke, voice cold, with an expression of distancing others, "Your cultivation should have already recovered."

"Hmm?"

Qin Yi was taken aback, noticing his suppressed cultivation had returned, even he hadn’t realized it himself.

Seems like he had gotten used to being suppressed.

Qin Yi burst out of the water surface, face full of joy, feeling unrestricted in his cultivation.

Qin Yi assessed the man, "You really are the Dragon?"

"My name is Lang Ya."

"Lang Ya? Nice name."

Qin Yi praised superficially while trying to feel Lang Ya’s cultivation.

But to his horror, he couldn’t sense a bit of power fluctuation from Lang Ya.

"I should be stronger than you."

Lang Ya abruptly spoke coldly.

Qin Yi paused, feeling embarrassed, looks like Lang Ya noticed he was trying to probe his cultivation.

"Haha..." Qin Yi laughed awkwardly, "You’re a Dragon, it’s natural you’re stronger than me."

Lang Ya looked at Qin Yi and said, "You’re not weak, at least right now your cultivation is on par with mine, since my wounds haven’t healed yet."

Qin Yi felt somewhat awkward, what did he mean by ’wounds haven’t healed’? Even if they did, you might not truly beat me, I’ve got tons of tricks up my sleeve.

Nonetheless, clearly Lang Ya’s wounds hadn’t healed yet.

"How long were you pinned by the Giant Spears at the river bottom?"

Qin Yi curiously asked.

Lang Ya paused for a moment, expression cold, "Those were the Four-direction Nails, a treasure of the Demon Clan, which can pin anything in the world."

Then Lang Ya added: "It’s been over a thousand years."

"Are you kidding? Your cultivation is similar to mine, pinned for a thousand years and still alive?"

Lang Ya coldly said, "The vitality of the Dragon Clan isn’t something you can comprehend."

"Right, forgot you’re a Dragon, can’t measure you by normal standards."

Lang Ya looked at Qin Yi, indifferently said, "You saved me, I owe you a life."

"The Dragon Clan has always been grateful, I can grant you one wish, feel free to ask."

Qin Yi was delighted: "Wow... I feel like it’s so dreamy, like Aladdin’s Lamp."

"Any wish at all?"

Lang Ya nodded slightly.

"Then my first wish is for you to grant me ten wishes."

Lang Ya’s face froze, his originally cold face grew colder.

Qin Yi seemed to notice his lips twitching.

"Is this wish unreasonable? You said I could ask anything."

Lang Ya looked at Qin Yi without speaking.

Qin Yi quietly asked the Blood Flood Dragon, "Do you think my wish is unreasonable?"

"Master, it does seem a bit."

"Really?" Qin Yi thought for a moment, "He said I could ask for anything, but can’t keep it up."

Lang Ya finally couldn’t help but speak coldly, "You’re swapping concepts, ask another one."

"Wow, even the Divine Dragon isn’t that dependable?"

Lang Ya’s muscles at the corner of his eye twitched a few times, how could he have imagined Qin Yi to be so shameless?

"Alright, I’ll ask another."

Qin Yi thought for a while, eyes brightening, said: "I want to become the Primordial Ruler, is this unreasonable?"

Lang Ya’s forehead veins popped out, cheeks puffing, nearly biting his teeth to pieces.

He looked at Qin Yi, could this guy not ask for something realistic?

Before Lang Ya could refuse, Qin Yi said first: "Well, seems even this is out of your reach. If you could do it, you wouldn’t have been pinned at the river bottom for a thousand years."

Lang Ya’s fists clenched tightly, apparently suppressing the urge to slap Qin Yi to death.

"Then I’ll ask for another."

Qin Yi pondered intensely for a long while, then eagerly asked: "This wish is simple, can you help me suppress the entire Netherworld Clan and retrieve an item for me?"

"Boom!"

As soon as Qin Yi finished speaking, the river water behind Lang Ya exploded loudly.

Lang Ya’s lips trembled, the muscles at the corner of his eyes kept twitching, clearly seething with anger.

Qin Yi, fearless, said: "What kind of Divine Dragon are you? Can’t do anything but boast, let me ask whatever I want."

Lang Ya gritted his teeth: "I asked you to make a reasonable request."

"Are all these wishes unreasonable? You told me to ask, of course, I’d ask for something I currently can’t achieve. If I could achieve it myself, why would I need you?"

After speaking, Qin Yi suddenly thought of something?

He looked at Lang Ya, hurriedly asked: "The previous restrictions on cultivation and power here, were they because of you?"

Lang Ya paused, slightly unable to keep up with Qin Yi’s logic, instinctively said: "It’s because of the Four-direction Nails."

"So now the Four-direction Nails have been removed by me, all restrictions here are gone?"

"Unknown."

"Wow, what kind of Divine Dragon are you, not even as good as ten apples from a cartoon magic summons. Useless."

Qin Yi’s lips twitched, cursing as he rushed upward.

His cultivation was restored, perhaps Tian Xie’s cultivation was also restored.

Up above were the Evil Lord’s weapon and the White Jade Seven-leaf Lotus, these things must not be taken by Tian Xie.