Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

"Are you the one going to the Western Heaven for the scriptures?"

"Oh, relax. Are you here as a helper sent by the Goddess of Mercy, or as a bodyguard sent by the Four Sea Dragon Kings?"

Looking at the huge white dragon head emerging from the Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang didn't mind at all. He took out his wine gourd, had a swig, and then slowly asked.

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

Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva. Ever since he came here, he was always healing his wounds, never having had a bite to eat.

"Your aura is unstable, there's a hidden injury inside you, what's going on? Did someone beat you up here at the Yingchou River?"

Pure Dragon Clan, in the Demon Clan, holds a high status. Even if the Dragon Clan has declined for a while, it's still not someone to offend lightly.

Since this Little White Dragon was sent by the West Sea Dragon King, he surely wasn't captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform for punishment.

"It was the doing of the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancée was having an affair with him, secretly meeting on the day of our wedding. I wanted to kill those two traitors, but alas, the Nine-Headed Beast was too strong and injured me."

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

He, the esteemed Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, married the daughter of the Well River Dragon King from Emerald Waves Lake, which was considered as marrying up.

Unexpectedly, this Wansheng Princess was shameless, on the wedding day she hooked up with the Nine-Headed Beast and wanted to elope and run away.

If you didn't want to marry him, why agree to this marriage?

As the matter became widely known, not only did Ao Lie lose face, but the West Sea Dragon Palace became the subject of ridicule, forging a deep animosity between the parties!

If not for the Nine-Headed Beast's Golden Immortal Peak cultivation level, fearless against the Dragon Clan's revenge, Emerald Waves Lake might have already been wiped out.

"Tsk tsk, got cuckolded, huh? That's too tragic, having your wife snatched away by someone and then getting beaten up."

This Nine-Headed Beast is something, not only did he beat up the owner, but he also took away his wife and casually inherited the woman's family business.

At this moment, Little White Dragon felt so ashamed he wanted to die.

Not as strong as others, wife stolen, beaten by his rival, trying to rely on his family for revenge, but home didn't support him.

If he could fight Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would love to stab this gloating bald monk seventeen or eighteen times!

"Why insist on clinging to one flower when there are fragrant grasses everywhere?

Speaking of which, aren't dragons supposed to be lustful by nature? Why are you so pure-hearted?

As the dignified West Sea Prince, surely there must be some Little Demons outside trying to seduce you?"

In the Primordial World, before the Dragon and Phoenix calamity, the Dragon Clan was a dominant power, causing countless young maidens to fall, leading to various races having Dragon Vein blood within them.

Why is it said the dragon begets nine sons, each is different?

Isn't it because the Ancestral Dragon set such a good example?

In today's Primordial World, any demon with decent bloodline practically has a trace of Dragon Vein blood within.

And during Heavenly Court banquets where Immortals are entertained, those Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow dishes are provided by Dragon Beasts with Dragon Vein.

After all, though the Pure Dragon Clan's influence has waned, the Ancestral Dragon isn't dead, any top faction's leader knows this.

So to use Pure Dragon Clan as food is just an occasional indulgence, conducted secretly.

Because the Ancestral Dragon's strength is comparable to the Supreme, at least equated to the likes of Zhen Yuanzi, Ming River Sect Master.

To put it bluntly, nowadays the Heavenly Court Master, Jade Emperor Hao Tian, at most borrows Heavenly Court and Heavenly Emperor's position, with part of the Heavenly Dao's support, to not lose to Ancestral Dragon.

If they leave the Heavenly Court and fight in Chaos, Hao Tian would likely be beaten into submission by Ancestral Dragon, genuinely ground into the dirt.

Because Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin belong to the Half-Chaos Demon God bloodline, a true bloodline advantage.

Had Pangu not split them at creation, forcing them to reshape using residual bloodlines in the Primordial World, causing bloodline regression over half, they'd certainly become Primordial Saints.

After all, Yang Mei is the best example, during Pangu's creation war, relying on Space Dao, avoided getting his Void Willow's Chaos body ruined, only slightly damaged his essence, severely wounded.

Back then even Hongjun got crippled, yet Yang Mei escaped the destructive war, then when Hongjun was about to sanctify, Yang Mei directly proved Dao with power in Chaos and became Primordial.

And to repay the big karma of the Primordial World, and not wanting to harmonize, Yang Mei battled Hongjun right after he sanctified, in Chaos.

Hongjun attacked, Yang Mei defended, using Void Willow's ability to sweep all and Space Law, taking all Hongjun's Magical Treasures, only returning them after forcing Hongjun's surrender.

Afterwards, he vanished into Chaos, left the Primordial World, and roamed the Chaotic Sea.

"I, Ao Lie, the dignified Third Prince of the West Sea Dragons, how could I fancy those roadside wildflowers?"

Ao Lie declared proudly.

"So you found a loose woman?"

Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes, retorted, instantly breaking through the Little White Dragon's defenses.

Looking at the silent dragon with dangerous red gleaming eyes, Chen Sanzang directly tossed the wine gourd over.

"Tsk tsk, truly a pure-hearted Little White Dragon, hasn't experienced society's harshness yet. Wildflowers can be more fragrant than garden flowers, right?

As the saying goes, a wife isn't as good as a concubine, a concubine isn't as good as stealing, stealing isn't as good as not being able to steal, which man doesn't lust after this?"

Clearly, this Little White Dragon hasn't been beaten by society yet, Chen Sanzang doesn't mind educating him well.

Seeing the downcast, yet somewhat angry Little White Dragon, Chen Sanzang ceased teasing.

"Okay, don't look so gloomy, it's just a loose woman who left. There will be countless beautiful female demons waiting for you.

Follow this poor monk, and you will have strength, status, and certainly won't lack beauties.

This monk guarantees you, in the future you will live well, roam freely across the world, spreading Dragon Clan's bloodline.

Think about your ancestors, how many Dragon bloodline demons did they leave in this world?

You, a dignified Pure Dragon Clan, should definitely emulate your sages, right?"

Chen Sanzang's twisted logic, though not effective immediately, did plant a seed within the heart of the pure Little White Dragon.

"Come, don't think too much, first transform into human form, enjoy a feast and drink, help me set up the pot, boil some water. Little Kongkong will be back soon, and we can start dining."

Chen Sanzang lay relaxed on his chaise, meanwhile taking out some Spirit Fruits, placing them on a small tiger's back, snacking leisurely.

Transformed into human form, Little White Dragon Ao Lie obediently crouched by the large pot, used a spell to ignite a flame, heating the pot.

"Old Chen, your game is here, Pure Dragon is hard to catch, this Flood Dragon will have to do."

Sun Wukong rode the Somersault Cloud, dragging a Flood Dragon whose head was larger than his, quickly flying back from the horizon.

"Clean it, don't waste the Dragon Blood, cut the Dragon Whip for me to brew wine, it's a tonic of great benefit!"

Chen Sanzang, wiping the tears from the corners of his mouth, floated to the back end of the Flood Dragon, pulled out a butchering knife from nowhere, eyed a vital part of the Flood Dragon, and decisively delivered a cut, quickly stashed away a large chunk.

This scene made Sun Wukong gnash his teeth, yet he had no way to deal with this guy.

After spending days with Chen Sanzang, Sun Wukong also sparred with him three times, although every time ended in a draw, neither side went all out.

If it was a life-and-death struggle, Sun Wukong was confident in defeating this wine-loving monk, but would also presumably suffer significant injuries.

This conclusion was an instinct developed from his body after practicing the Body Refining Technique of Chaos Demon Ape.

"Little White Dragon, come, process this Flood Dragon, slice the meat, then put it in the pot."

Casually handing the Flood Dragon over to Ao Lie, Sun Wukong flashed a friendly (menacing) smile at Little White Dragon.

In an instant, Little White Dragon felt a chill all over, nodded mechanically, dragging the Flood Dragon's carcass to the riverbank.

While using mana to evaporate the cold sweat just emerged, begrudgingly began dissecting the Flood Dragon's body.