Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Chapter 643_2



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

"Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy to do errands, or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?"

Looking at the giant head of the white dragon that extended from the waters of Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang paid it no mind, took out his wine gourd, had a swig, and then slowly asked.

"My father, the West Sea Dragon King, sent me here to await the one fetching scriptures."

Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva; he hadn't eaten anything since arriving here and was healing his injuries.

"Your aura is unstable, what's the matter with the internal injuries? Were you beaten here at Yingchou River?"

The pure breed Dragon Clan holds a high status even among the Demon Clan; even though the Dragon Clan has fallen for some time, they are not to be offended lightly.

Since this Little White Dragon is sent by the West Sea Dragon King, it certainly hasn't been captured and taken to the Dragon Stripping Platform.

"It was the work of the Nine-Headed Beast. My fiancée had an affair with him, on the day of our marriage she eloped. I wanted to kill those two traitors, but could not, due to the Nine-Headed Beast's powerful strength, being injured instead."

Speaking of this, Ao Lie lowered his dragon head, heartbroken.

He, the mighty Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon, to marry the daughter of the Well River Dragon King from Emerald Waves Lake, was considered way out of league.

Unexpectedly, this Wansheng Princess acted shamelessly, hooking up with the Nine-Headed Beast on the day of marriage, intending to elope.

If you did not wish to marry him, why agree to this union?

With this becoming a scandal, not only was Ao Lie's pride tarnished, but the West Sea Dragon Palace became a laughing stock, forging an enduring hate between both sides!

If not for the Nine-Headed Beast's cultivation reaching the Taiyi Golden Immortal Peak, undeterred by the Four Sea Dragons seeking revenge, Emerald Waves Lake may have already been obliterated.

"Tsk, tsk, got cuckolded, huh? You're really pathetic, having your wife seduced and being beaten."

This Nine-Headed Beast is formidable, not only beating its owner but also took away someone else's wife, and by the way inherited the woman's family assets.

At this moment, Little White Dragon feels ashamed, wishing for death.

Outmatched and having his wife snapped away, also beaten by the third wheel, hoping family would retaliate on his behalf, only for family to remain indifferent.

Had he the prowess to defeat Chen Sanzang, Ao Lie would love to stab this gleeful bald monk seventeen or eighteen times!

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, why obsess over a single flower?"

After all, isn't it said dragons are inherently promiscuous? Why are you so pure-hearted?

Mighty West Sea Prince, surely there are little demons out there intrigued by you?"

In the Primordial World, before the great dragon-phoenix calamity, dragons were the tyrants, tarnishing many fair maidens, leading numerous races to contain dragon vein bloodline demons.

Why is it said a dragon gives birth to nine offspring, each unique?

It's because Ancestral Dragon set a good example!

Nowadays in the Primordial World, demons with notable bloodlines often contain dragon vein lineage.

During the Heavenly Court feasts for immortals, those dishes described as dragon liver and phoenix marrow were offered by dragon beasts containing a strand of dragon vein.

Indeed, pure bred Dragon Clan may have fallen, but Ancestral Dragon remains alive, and leaders of all top forces know this.

So using pure Dragon Clan as cuisine is done rarely and in secret.

Since the strength of the Ancestral Dragon matches that of a Supreme; at least comparable to Zhen Yuanzi, Ming River Sect Master and the like.

To be blunt, the current Heavenly Court Master, Jade Emperor Hao Tian, at most borrows the Heavenly Emperor status for some Heavenly Dao support, barely competing with the Ancestral Dragon.

If the fight happens outside the Heavenly Court, in the Chaos, Hao Tian would likely be thrashed like a grandson, truly rubbed into the ground repeatedly.

Who dares oppose the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Ancestor Qilin resting on Half-Chaos Demon God bloodline, offered by true lineage superiority.

If Pangu hadn't opened the heavens, slicing their chaotic bodies, forcing them to use remaining bloodline to reshape in the Primordial World, diminishing much of their lineage, they would assuredly become Primordial Saints.

Indeed, Yang Mei Immortal serves as best example; during Pangu's heaven-opening battle, relying on Space Dao, barely sustaining damage, aside from Void Willow's chaotic form getting slightly impaired.

Note, even Hongjun suffered damage, only Yang Mei evaded heaven-opening calamity; as Hongjun approached sainthood, Yang Mei Immortal proved his Dao with power in Chaos, becoming Primordial.

Rather than owing Primordial World great karma, nor aiming for becoming harmonized with Dao, Yang Mei Immortal confronted Hongjun in Chaos upon his sainthood, following a fierce battle.

Hongjun attacked, Yang Mei merely defended, using Void Willow's versatility and Space Law, retrieving all Hongjun's Magical Treasures substituting his surrender.

Later, Yang Mei returned those Innate Treasures, and fled into Chaos, traveling the Chaotic Sea, leaving the Primordial World.

"I, Ao Lie, grand Third Prince of West Sea Dragon, why would I fancy roadside wildflowers?"

Ao Lie arrogantly declared.

"So you found a harlot?"

Chen Sanzang rolled his eyes, retorting instantly breaking Little White Dragon's defense.

Looking at the silent dragon, whose eyes sparkled dangerously red, Chen Sanzang hurled his wine gourd directly.

"Tsk, tsk, indeed a purehearted Little White Dragon; hasn't yet experienced society's cruelty. House flowers aren't as fragrant as wild ones!"

As they say, a wife is worse than a mistress, a mistress worse than sneaking around, found sneaking is worse than not found sneaking; which man doesn't favor this taste?

This Little White Dragon apparently hasn't borne societal hardships; Chen Sanzang doesn't mind giving him proper education.

Seeing the downhearted dragon, whose anger was tempered by civility, Chen Sanzang abstained from further teasing.

"Alright, stop looking so sour, it's merely a fleeing harlot, there will be countless beautiful demons awaiting you.

Follow the humble monk, strength will exist, status will exist, beauties will likewise suffice.

The humble monk promises fulfillment of desires, indulgence in every land, propagating the Dragon Clan lineage widely.

Think of your ancient ancestors; how much Dragon Clan lineage did they leave among demon clans?

You embody pure Dragon Clan, so how can you not emulate your illustrious predecessors?"

Chen Sanzang's constant indoctrination, though not immediate in effect, planted a racial seed in Little White Dragon's heart.

"Come, stop overthinking, first transform into human form, enjoy gastronomical delights and fine wine; assist in setting up the pot, then boil water, waiting until Little Kongkong returns for our feast."

Chen Sanzang reclined lazily in a sleeping chair, while pulling out some Spirit Fruits, placing them on a little tiger's back, savoring leisurely.

The transformed Little White Dragon, Ao Lie complied, crouching before the large pot, casting a spell to ignite the flame, heating the cauldron.

"Old Chen, here's the game you wanted. Pure Dragon Clan is hard to approach, this Flood Dragon will suffice."

Sun Wukong traversed the Somersault Cloud, carrying a Flood Dragon with head size surpassing his own, soaring back from afar.

"Clean it up properly, don't waste the Dragon Blood, chop its Dragon Whip for brewing gin, it's a great tonic!"

Chen Sanzang dabbed eyes, floating to the Flood Dragon's hind part, extracting from nowhere a meat-slicing knife, eyeing the vital section, decisively cutting, swiftly storing a lump of the substance.

Sun Wukong witnessed this scene, grimacing yet helpless against Chen Sanzang.

During these recent exchanges, Sun Wukong faced Chen Sanzang thrice, though always ending draws, neither exerted genuine efforts.

If engaging in a death match, Sun Wukong felt assured capturing this gluttonous Flower Monk, himself enduring injury.

This intuition came from cultivating Chaos Demon Ape Body Refining Technique, instinctively protective.

"Little White Dragon, please process this Flood Dragon, slice the meat, and toss into the pot."

With ease, Sun Wukong handed the Flood Dragon to Ao Lie, grinning at Little White Dragon ominously (or friendly).

Instantly, Little White Dragon felt a chill, meekly agreeing, dragging the Flood Dragon corpse streamside.

While using mana to evaporate newly surfacing sweat, unhappily dissecting the Flood Dragon's body.


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