Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1046 - 614_2

"Master, are you the one going to the Western Heaven for scriptures?"

"Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy to do chores, or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings to be my bodyguard?"

Chen Sanzang glanced at the huge white dragon head protruding from the pool in Yingchou River without a worry. He took a swig from his wine gourd before asking slowly.

"It’s my father, West Sea Dragon King, who sent me here to wait for the one fetching scriptures."

Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed some saliva, as he hadn’t eaten anything since arriving here due to healing.

"Your aura is unstable, there’s an internal injury; what’s going on? Did someone beat you up here at Yingchou River?"

The Pure Dragon Clan holds high status among the Demons, even if the Dragon Clan is declining, they’re not easily offended.

Since Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, he certainly wasn’t captured to be taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform.

"It’s the work of the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancée was involved with him, and on our wedding day, she had an affair. I wanted to kill those two traitors, but the Nine-Headed Beast was powerful and injured me."

Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, despondent and forlorn.

As the Third Prince of the Western Sea Dragon, marrying the daughter of the Well River Dragon King from Emerald Waves Lake was quite the upward climb.

Unexpectedly, this Wansheng Princess was shameless, colluding with the Nine-Headed Beast to elope on the wedding day.

If she didn’t want to marry, why accept the wedding proposal?

The scandal blew up, and not only was Little White Dragon Ao Lie disgraced, but the West Sea Dragon Palace also became a joke, causing a bitter feud!

If the Nine-Headed Beast hadn’t reached Taiyi Golden Immortal Peak cultivation, fear of revenge from Four Sea Dragon Clan didn’t eradicate Emerald Waves Lake.

"Tsk tsk, got cuckolded, huh? This is too tragic, not only got your wife stolen, but got beaten too."

This Nine-Headed Beast is impressive, not only beating the master, but also stealing the wife and inheriting the family business.

Little White Dragon felt deeply ashamed.

Outpowered, wife stolen, even got beaten by the lover, seeking family help only to be ignored.

If he wasn’t outmatched by Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie wouldn’t mind stabbing seventeen or eighteen holes in this gleeful bald monk!

"Why pine for one flower when there are endless fields of beauty?

They say dragons are inherently promiscuous. Why are you so pure?

As the Western Sea Prince, there must be many little demons trying to hook you up, right?"

In the Primordial world, before the dragon-phoenix catastrophe, Dragons were unparalleled, ruining countless maidens, resulting in numerous races with Dragon Vein bloodlines.

Why is it said that dragons bear nine offspring, each unique?

Isn’t it because the Ancestral Dragon paved this way?

Now in the Primordial world, any demon with a decent bloodline usually contains a hint of Dragon Vein blood.

And when the Heavenly Court hosts Immortals, the dishes like dragon liver and phoenix marrow are provided by Dragon Beasts with Dragon Vein.

Although Pure Dragon Clan is waning, the Ancestral Dragon isn’t dead, and top leaders of major forces are aware of this.

Hence, eating Pure Dragon Clan occasionally as an indulgence is done covertly.

After all, the Ancestral Dragon’s power rivals the Supreme, at least can compare with Zhen Yuanzi or Ming River Sect Master.

Frankly, the current Heavenly Court Master, Jade Emperor Hao Tian, achieves draw against Ancestral Dragon only by borrowing Heavenly Emperor position for partial Heavenly Dao aid.

If he leaves the Heavenly Court to fight in Chaos, Hao Tian might be thrashed about brutally by the Ancestral Dragon.

Blame it on the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin’s bloodline belonging to half-Chaos Demon Gods, a real bloodline advantage.

Had Pangu not cleaved open the heavens, shattering their chaotic forms, forcing them to reshape and nurture in the Primordial, causing bloodline degradation, they could have reached Primordial Saints.

Take Yang Mei as the example, survived Pangu’s Creation battle by leverage Space Dao, avoiding Void Willow’s form destruction, suffering only minor origin damage.

Consider even Hongjun was crippled, yet Yang Mei escaped end disaster, and when Hongjun neared Saint elevation, Yang Mei confirmed his Dao via strength in Chaos, becoming Primordial.

To avoid grand karma, Yang Mei preferred not becoming Harmonization, waiting until Hongjun reached Sanctity, sparred in Chaos with him.

Hongjun attacked; Yang Mei defended, cleaned Hongjun’s treasures open with Void Willow and Space Law, forcing Hongjun into surrender for treasure retrieval.

Then retreated to Chaos, leaving the Primordial World to roam the Chaotic Sea.

"I, Ao Lie, Western Sea Dragon Third Prince, could never fancy roadside wildflowers!"

Ao Lie declared proudly.

"So found a floozy?"

Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes and shot back defiantly, instantly breaking some Little White Dragon’s defense.

Facing silence, with dragon’s eyes glaring dangerous red, Chen Sanzang tossed the wine gourd over.

"Tsk tsk, truly a naive Little White Dragon, unscathed by societal harm. How can home flowers compare to wild ones’ fragrance?"

As they say, a wife isn’t as good as a concubine, a concubine isn’t as good as a theft, and sometimes a theft missed is better than a theft done. What man doesn’t crave this?

This Little White Dragon has obviously not suffered society’s injuries; Chen Sanzang doesn’t mind giving some good training.

Seeing the downcast, yet resentful but silent Little White Dragon, Chen Sanzang stopped teasing.

"Alright, stop looking so glum. Just lost a floozy, there are countless beauties waiting for you.

Follow the poor monk, there’ll be power, status, and plenty of beauties.

The poor monk ensures you’ll thrive, roam freely, and expand Dragon bloodline.

Think how much Dragon Clan bloodline your ancestors spread in this world?

You pure Dragon Clan must follow predecessors’ example, right?"

Chen Sanzang preached his crooked philosophy; though not immediately effective, it sowed a racial seed in the pure Little White Dragon’s heart.

"Come on, stop overthinking, first transform into human form, enjoy some fine food and wine, help me set this pot up, and boil the water. Little Kongkong will return soon, and we’re ready to dine."

Chen Sanzang reclined lazily on the lounger, placing Spirit Fruit on the little tiger’s back, relaxing with snacks.

Transformed into human form, Little White Dragon Ao Lie obediently squatted before the hotpot, cast a spell to ignite the flames, heating the pot.

"Old Chen, here’s your game, pure Dragon isn’t feasible, this Flood Dragon will have to do."

Sun Wukong stomped on his Somersault Cloud, holding a Flood Dragon’s head larger than himself, returning swiftly from the horizon.

"Clean it thoroughly, keep the Dragon blood, cut the Dragon Whip for wine infusion; it’s a great tonic!"

Chen Sanzang wiped his tears, floated to the Flood Dragon’s rear, pulled a meat-cleaver seemingly from nowhere, eyed the Dragon’s crucial spot, and swiftly carved one chunk away, storing it.

Witnessing this, Sun Wukong grimaced but helpless.

During these days together, Sun Wukong sparred with Chen Sanzang thrice, although each ended in a draw, neither used full strength.

If they fought to the death, Sun Wukong felt he could win over the gluttonous Flower Monk, yet would suffer severe injuries also.

That’s the reflex developed from training with Chaos Demon Ape’s Body Refining Technique.

"Little White Dragon, go, fix up this Flood Dragon, slice the meat, and throw it in the pot."

Handing the Flood Dragon to Ao Lie, Sun Wukong flashed Little White Dragon a friendly (menacing) grin.

In an instant, Little White Dragon felt chilled, nodded blankly, then dragged the Flood Dragon corpse to the pond.

Using mana to steam the sweat away, he reluctantly dissected the Flood Dragon corpse.