Chapter 363: Ancestral Dragon’s Gift
“Junior Brother, I’m going to sleep. You can’t secretly attack my forehead anymore.”
Late at night.
After watching the starry sky with Jiang Lan, Xiao Yu planned to sleep on the table.
Jiang Lan didn’t say anything.
Dragons all preferred crouching down to sleep.
Humans liked to lie down and sleep.
This was an aspect where he had some differences with his Senior Sister. After marriage, he did not know who would accommodate whom.
It would probably be his Senior Sister who accommodated him.
After all, if they kept sleeping on the table like this, he wouldn’t be able to tell if the children they had would take a human form or if it would be a baby dragon which came in the form of a shell.
But he had heard that the shells were highly nutritious for a baby.
“Senior Sister, you can go ahead and rest.” Jiang Lan looked down at Xiao Yu and said.
Xiao Yu usually slept in two places.
One, across from him.
Two, beside him.
If it was across him, he could see her clearly. If she was beside him, he could also clearly smell the faint fragrance on his Senior Sister’s body.
She could decide on however she liked to sleep.
He had never thought of guarding against anything.
Speaking of which, his Senior Sister often spent the night at his place. Didn’t she care about the thoughts of Martial Aunt Zhu Qing and the others?
Although there was indeed nothing physically going on between them.
…
Jiang Lan naturally didn’t mind.
Instead, he continued to embed the wooden sword with his sword intent.
He did not intend to sneak attack his senior sister’s forehead.
He would wait for the next challenge before he hit her.
A light breeze blew, and Xiao Yu’s long hair fluttered in the wind.
After watching for a while, Jiang Lan realized that his Senior Sister seemed to have become smaller, and her hair had also become shorter.
He stopped thinking about it and did not take another look.
He continued to embed the sword with his Dragon Slaying Sword’s Sword Intent. This time, he only embedded three months’ worth of it.
Right now, he didn’t need to stay in the Netherworld Cave. This way, he would be free to help Xiao Yu enhance her wooden sword when it ran out of it.
Once every three months.
Four times a year.
The frequency was very low.
Even though he cultivated frequently, he did not feel affected.
After all, he could see his Senior Sister every time.
Currently, he was focused on cultivation, everyone was waiting for him to become an immortal.
His Senior Sister was probably waiting as well.
It was morning.
Dew began to drip.
Xiao Yu was already up. She ran around everywhere, trying to collect the dewdrops.
After a long time, she ran to Jiang Lan with a smile on her face.
“Junior Brother, raise your head and open your mouth.”
He did not think too much about it, nor did he give any excuses.
Jiang Lan raised his head and felt water flowing into his mouth.
It was cold.
“Alright, I’ll drink the remaining half.” With that, Xiao Yu then fed herself.
Jiang Lan remembered that his Senior Sister had done this before once.
The dew was not much better than ordinary water, but because it was collected by his Senior Sister, it felt different.
Unknowingly, it tasted very delicious to him.
“I have to go back.” Xiao Yu took the wooden sword that had already been embedded with sword intent and planned to return to the Jade Pool.
Jiang Lan stood up to send Xiao Yu off.
There were a lot of weeds on the road.
“Up.”
The surrounding weeds were all uprooted.
“Spirit Language Spell? Does Junior Brother use this to take out the weed?” Xiao Yu was somewhat surprised.
“En.” Jiang Lan nodded.
It was true that he often used the Spirit Language Spell to remove weeds.
It was more convenient.
“This made me remember the first time I met you, Junior Brother.” Xiao Yu laughed.
“Senior Sister was very mature back then,” Jiang Lan said.
The meaning behind his words was that she was getting more immature.
“At that time, you were just like an old man,” Xiao Yu said. She suddenly remembered something.
“Junior Brother didn’t even look at me when you saw me.”
At that time, she really didn’t care about any men.
Now that she thought about it, it was a pity.
She should have paid more attention to her Junior Brother.
“After returning with injuries, you found me by the lake. At that time, I was momentarily absent-minded,” Jiang Lan said honestly.
At that time, he was indeed absent-minded for a moment. It was nothing embarrassing.
His Senior Sister was indeed very beautiful. After all, he was alone.
Some feelings were nothing.
He should not be disturbed by others now.
Even if the other party was really charming, he would not hold back at all.
Whether one was beautiful or not did not conflict with his intention to kill.
Xiao Yu smiled and said.
“Junior Brother was only at the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm. I was at the Golden Core Realm. I thought that we were people from two different worlds.”
Jiang Lan nodded slightly. It was indeed surprising.
He had also thought that they were two completely unrelated people who would have no interaction at all.
In the end, they were now waiting together for marriage.
“It feels incredible,” Xiao Yu said.
“It is indeed a bit inconceivable,” Jiang Lan said.
However, it was all thanks to Xiaoyu that they were able to reach this stage.
Jiang Lan still remembered that it was Xiao Yu who approached him.
She expressed her goodwill to him and hoped that everything would go well.
Even though he didn’t say anything, he could feel it.
Thus, he responded.
This was the reason for the current situation.
“Senior Sister is the most incredible,” Jiang Lan said sincerely.
After a while.
They arrived at the foot of the Ninth Summit.
Jiang Lan could only send Xiao Yu till here. After that, Xiao Yu would have to fly back on her sword.
Xiao Yu stopped. She put her hands behind her back and stood in front of Jiang Lan, moving her feet.
She was hesitating.
“Junior Brother, I remember that you owe me a candied fruit, right?” Xiao Yu lifted her head and asked Jiang Lan.
“Yes.” Jiang Lan nodded.
“Then…” Xiao Yu took two steps forward and leaned her head against Jiang Lan. Then, she hugged Jiang Lan.
“Now it’s two.”
Jiang Lan lowered his eyebrows and raised his hands, planning to hug her as well.
Just as he was halfway up, Xiao Yu took two steps back and mounted her sword.
“I’m going back.”
She shouted.
She then quickly disappeared toward the direction of the Jade Pool.
Jiang Lan slowly lowered his hand and muttered to himself.
“Two skewers of candied fruits. I just need to make a trip. I’ve earned it today. ”
Then, he turned around and returned to the Ninth Summit.
He felt a little happy. He had never felt this way when he was alone.
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Kunlun Main Hall.
“There’s new news from the Dragon Race,” said Liu Jing.
“It seems they are looking for a compromise.” Miao Yue sat on a high chair, her voice carrying a smile.
She was elegant and quiet.
In addition to the veil, there was a form of mysterious beauty on her.
“The Eighth Prince has been in Kunlun for a long time. If this continues, the Dragon Race won’t be able to claim him back anymore,” Zhu Qing said.
The Eighth Prince was becoming more and more valuable, but the more time passed, the less they could do anything.
There was an upper limit.
That was the upper limit of the Dragon Race.
Beyond that limit, no matter how valuable the Eighth Prince was, they would be unable to pay it as they only had that bit of money.
The Dragon Race would also not suffer much of a loss later on.
Of course.
Even though the other party would earn from this deal, Kunlun wouldn’t lose out either.
“Yes, the dragons have changed their way of speaking.” Liu Jing looked at the others and said.
“Their thoughts are to wait until after the Goddess and Jiang Lan get married. They would then make a trip back to the Dragon Race where they will accept the Ancestral Dragon’s blessing.
There are ten spots for this blessing. Other than the Goddess, Jiang Lan, and the Eighth Prince, the rest will be given to Kunlun. They will also prepare sufficient gifts to thank Kunlun for protecting the Eighth Prince.”
“They want to bring the Eighth Prince back just like that?” Jiu Zhongtian asked.
The Eighth Prince’s price was not so low.
“The Dragon Race will definitely not make a suggestion that has no value for discussion. There should be a follow-up,” First Summit’s Feng Yi said.
The others didn’t say anything and just looked at Liu Jing.
“Yes.” Liu Jing nodded and said.
“Let’s not talk about the benefits of the gift and the thank you gift for protecting the Eighth Prince. Let’s talk about the Eighth Prince.
The Dragon Race did not say that they would keep the Eighth Prince. According to them, after the Eighth Prince accepts the blessing, he will follow the Kunlun team back to Kunlun.”
