Chapter 98 Should Dragon Horns Not Be Touched Randomly?

Having said that, Ao Xi immediately manifested her true form, transforming into a giant silver Dragon.

Unlike the Dragon body Ao Tian transformed into, her giant Dragon form was more slender, with petite dragon horns, and her scales were faintly covered with a layer of golden patterns—a clear sign of the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline returning to its origins.

Ao Xi let out a crisp dragon roar, her massive tail tightly coiling around the sword hilt.

She originally thought pulling out this sword would take some effort and might even trigger some kind of Restriction.

But clearly, she had overthought it.

After the giant sword was pulled out, the blade rapidly shrank, eventually turning into a three-foot green blade.

Ao Xi's figure flickered as she transformed back into human form.

Holding the sword blade with both hands, her head slightly lowered, she respectfully raised the Immortal Sword above her head and presented it to Lin Xiao.

“Young Master, the sword has been retrieved.”

Lin Xiao smiled gently, then took the Immortal Sword and pinched her two adorable dragon horns once again.

Although he knew there would be no danger, Ao Xi's actions still made him quite satisfied.

Ao Xi lowered her head, her pretty face flushed red, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

“What's wrong?” Lin Xiao asked casually while stroking the Immortal Sword in his hand.

Ao Xi hesitated for a long time before finally just shaking her head gently.

Lin Xiao didn't think much of it and immediately left his Divine Soul brand on this ownerless Immortal Sword.

“I don't care about Karma or whatever; I'm not even afraid of the Heavenly Dao, so why would I fear a rat like you hiding in the Lower Realm?”

“Don't you agree, Sister System?”

[Ding! Warm reminder: This System can only help the host deal with the irresistible force of the Heavenly Dao; other troubles need to be resolved by the host themselves.]

Lin Xiao stumbled.

“Holy crap? Why didn't you say so sooner!”

[What are you afraid of? Anyway, the host has an undying body; at most, you'll just lose some cultivation.]

“What do you mean 'just' lose some cultivation?”

Lin Xiao's mouth twitched, his face full of dissatisfaction:

“Do you know how much sweat I've shed and how many days and nights I've worked for this cultivation!”

[...]

The System couldn't be bothered to respond to Lin Xiao and fell silent.

Looking at Lin Xiao's tall and straight back, Ao Xi bit her lower lip, her heart filled with indecision.

“Should I tell Master the secret of the Dragon Clan's horns...”

“Forget it, Master must have done it unintentionally...”

The Dragon Clan is naturally proud; a female Dragon's horns are a taboo equivalent to the reverse scale.

Once an outsider touches them, it is seen as desecration and provocation, resulting in either a furious counterattack or a fight to the death.

Only a loved one who has earned her recognition can gently stroke her horns.

But Lin Xiao was indeed completely unaware of this; after all, he had never been a dragon rider.

Lin Xiao turned around and saw Ao Xi keeping her head down in silence, her face flushed crimson; he simply assumed she was still savoring the wonderful moment from just now.

The greatest Opportunity in the Kunlong Abyss was already in hand, so Lin Xiao lost interest in other minor opportunities.

With a wave of his hand, the tianxuan bead immediately flew out.

“There's still some time before the exit opens. There are many prying eyes outside, so you should stay inside my tianxuan bead for a few days. The flow of time here is different, making it perfect for you to rest and recover.”

Ao Xi nodded obediently, her voice soft and sweet: “I will follow Young Master's arrangements.”

With a flash of soft light, only Lin Xiao remained in place.

He leaped up, his figure soaring into the air, and in an instant, he left the Dragon Slaying Platform.

...

The Sea of the Eastern Region, ten thousand fathoms deep.

A massive and luxurious crystal palace stood on the seabed.

The palace was built entirely from ten-thousand-year-old profound crystal, crystal clear.

Countless night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the walls, illuminating the palace as bright as day.

Inside the main hall, the sounds of string and wind instruments were decadent, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Dozens of beautiful mermaid women were dancing gracefully.

They were draped in only a layer of pink gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, barely covering their vital parts.

Waists twisted, and skirts fluttered.

As their gauze sleeves waved, large patches of snowy-white skin were visible.

Their long, straight jade-like legs were raised alternately to the rhythm of the music, and their fair, exquisite jade feet stepped lightly on the jade stairs, their pendants tinkling—a sight that would make anyone's head spin.

At the head of the hall sat a wide dragon throne carved from deep-sea sunken silver.

The chair was carved with a five-clawed golden Dragon baring its fangs and claws.

A man was reclining upon it.

The man was dressed in black and gold ceremonial robes, with slightly protruding cheekbones and a thin face. His inverted triangular eyes were full of sinister intent, and he had a pair of brilliant golden dragon horns on his forehead.

This person was the Master of the Eastern Sea, the Flood Dragon King.

The Flood Dragon King held a jade wine goblet in his left hand and embraced a voluptuous Snake Queen with his right.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath at the Snake Queen's fair neck, causing her to let out a coquettish cry.

The Flood Dragon King tilted his head back and drained the spiritual wine in his cup, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the dancers' impressive figures.

Just as he was planning to play some blush-inducing multiplayer games, the heavy crystal door was pushed open.

An aged tortoise walked in upright.

The old tortoise carried a heavy dark-green shell and leaned on a blood-red coral cane.

Ignoring the surrounding dancers, he knelt on both knees directly before the man on the throne, performing a formal kowtow.

“This old official greets the Dragon King.”

The Flood Dragon King's eyelids lifted slightly as he continued to toy with the Snake Queen's milky-white breasts, his voice lazy and tinged with displeasure:

“Prime Minister Turtle, what brings you here today?”

Prime Minister Turtle spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:

“Reporting to the Dragon King, this old official has identified the source of that unusual Dragon Qi.”

“It is indeed the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm controlled by the Human Race of the Eastern Region.”

Hearing the words “Dragon Abyss Secret Realm,” the Flood Dragon King's face stiffened, and his fingers instantly tightened.

The Snake Queen felt a pang of pain in her breast but didn't dare to show any displeasure.

The Flood Dragon King pushed the beauty from his arms and stared intently at Prime Minister Turtle below.

“You're certain it is the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm?”

Prime Minister Turtle kowtowed repeatedly: “This old official dares to guarantee it with his life! That Dragon Qi definitely came from there!”

The Flood Dragon King's eyes narrowed as he pondered:

“Every time the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm opens, there is indeed some Dragon Qi that leaks out.”

“But why is the Dragon Qi this time exceptionally dense, even carrying a pressure that makes even this King tremble?”

“Could it be that someone has taken the True Dragon Legacy within?”

Thinking of this, the Flood Dragon King's breathing couldn't help but quicken slightly.

The Flood Dragon Clan had not been without greed for the opportunities within the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm.

However, within that Secret Realm, there were rule Restrictions left by Human Race powerhouses.

Only Human Race Cultivators below the Nascent Soul Stage can enter.

If the Yao Race were to force their way in, they would be instantly obliterated by those Restrictions until not even dregs remained.

Over time, the Flood Dragon Clan could only give up on the opportunities there.

“If the True Dragon Legacy has appeared, then this fortune must never fall into the hands of the lowly Human Race!”

A flash of greed crossed the Flood Dragon King's eyes as he waved his hand, signaling everyone to withdraw.

After everyone had left, the Flood Dragon King finally grasped the dragon horns on his forehead.

With a 'click,' those seemingly majestic dragon horns were actually removed directly from his forehead!

These golden dragon horns were actually a pair of exquisitely crafted fake dragon horns.

On the Flood Dragon King's forehead, only two dark-red fleshy lumps remained, looking incredibly hideous.

Holding the pair of fake dragon horns with both hands, his eyes were full of heat:

“True Dragon Legacy... Dragon Clan essence blood...”

Although the Flood Dragon Clan has a thin trace of Dragon Clan Bloodline in their bodies, they are ultimately just Flood Dragons, not True Dragons.

To transform from a flood dragon into a dragon, besides bitter cultivation and Ascension to withstand the nine-deaths-and-one-life Heavenly Tribulation, the only way is to find True Dragon essence blood to complete the Bloodline transformation.

Over these tens of thousands of years, in order to grow real dragon horns, he didn't know how many Sea Race Prodigies with Dragon Clan Bloodlines he had devoured.

He killed his brothers and murdered his father, consuming countless Heaven And Earth Treasures, yet he was still unable to take that final step.

The Flood Dragon King could only rely on this pair of fake dragon horns on his forehead to maintain his vanity and majesty as the “Dragon King” and cover up his inner inferiority.

“As long as I can obtain that True Dragon essence blood, I can completely shed this hideous flood dragon body and transform into a true Divine Dragon!”

“When that time comes, let alone this mere Eastern Sea—the Southern Sea, Northern Sea, Western Sea, and even all of the Human Race will have to submit beneath my feet!”

“Someone, come!” The Flood Dragon King Wearing the dragon horns again, He shouted out.

Two Crab Generals clad in heavy armor immediately flashed into the hall and knelt on the ground.

“Pass my order! Immediately assemble one hundred thousand Black Scale Guards and station the troops at Longyuan!”