Mountain-protecting formation?

Jia Xitong pondered for a moment, "Would the smaller one be okay?"

"Sure, as long as we protect the mountain range and prevent people from entering freely."

"I'll take care of it!"

"good."

The eldest brother nodded.

Junior Brother Yan arranged a class for them to audit. Everyone worked hard for a month to complete the basic structure of Xianlong Peak, and they were to report for duty in a couple of days.

Everyone else left, leaving Jia Xitong to tinker around at Xianlong Peak.

Mountain-protecting formation, mountain-protecting formation, whatever can protect the mountain is a formation.

Jia Xitong used a bear and a small knife to draw for six days, and the golden talisman was once again covered with Xianlong Peak.

It was simple, but useful.

She stood in front of the mountain gate, carefully examining it for a while, before locking it shut.

The copper lock was placed in a box lined with red velvet, and Jia Xitong spread her wings and buzzed home, "Dear host, I have a gift for you!"

"Tongbao, come here."

The two met at their doorstep, spoke at the same time, and then both paused in surprise.

What gift?

Shang Yanting looked at the small box she was holding.

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong opened the box, revealing the key she had just put inside. "Ta-da! Xianlong Peak is complete. This is the key to the entrance!"

Actually, I also have something to give you.

Shang Yanting took the key and took out a square object from his sleeve—a seal the size of a fingernail.

After becoming a peak master, there are two crucial things: the peak token and the red seal.

The token represents identity, and the seal represents will.

This smaller seal serves the same purpose as the larger seal.

The seal Shang Yanting gave was strung on a rope, just the right size to hang around the raccoon's neck. Jia Xitong didn't understand its meaning, only that the seal looked a bit like a small bell.

She had wings on her back, dragon horns on her head, dragon scales on her forehead, and a seal around her neck...

What a adorable little raccoon!

After Shang Yanting put it on her, Jia Xitong couldn't help but jump up and down.

"Do you want to go take a look now? My fellow students and I worked on it together."

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"This is the main hall, built to the standards of the best hall in the Holy Capital Academy. You can sit here and command the heroes from now on!"

"This is a training ground. Don't be fooled by the fact that these stones are black; they are all made of extremely solid meteorite rocks."

"This is a side room, you can use it to take a short rest."

Jia Xitong quickly ran to the other side, to the door with the words "Peak Master" written on it. "This is your private lounge, the biggest and most beautiful one."

The only regret is that we don't have a proper protective formation on our mountain, and the spiritual energy is relatively scarce. If we can resolve these two major issues, then our Xianlong Peak will be perfect!

"Then we'll go take a look in a few days."

The protective formations of the other mountain gates did not arise out of thin air; there must have been capable people who created them.

"Uh-huh!"

Jia Xitong nodded.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"

Seeing how excited she was, Shang Yanting asked.

"Um……"

She didn't need to rest here; what she really wanted was...

"Dear host, I want to ride a dragon."

The raccoon said hesitantly, "Who can resist the temptation of a dragon?"

Shang Yanting: "...Just for a little while."

In the dense forest behind Xianlong Mountain, the trees swayed in an abnormal pattern, and a black dragon darted through the trees. A small raccoon with dragon horns perched on its head, and when the raccoon got excited, the golden dragon scales on its head emitted a golden light.

They flew until nightfall.

In the end, the two of them had no choice but to stay here.

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Night

Shang Yanting was dreaming again.

That's right, although he was pulled into this strange dream, he could clearly feel that he was dreaming.

These dreams continue.

He was standing in front of a group of people he had never met or had very little contact with, who kept trying to persuade him.

"Professor Yan, the college hopes that you can contribute to the college's research."

The man who was speaking had a black mole the size of a red bean on his left cheek, which he did not recognize at all.

"The dragon race is the ruler of the world. If we can understand the secrets of the dragon race, it will be a great thing."

This person had white hair, pupils no bigger than mung beans, and an even stranger appearance.

"right!"

There's even Pu Yun here.

She stood right next to him and said, "Brother Yan, although you are only a transformed dragon, the dragon is the closest magical beast to a dragon. What's more, you have also obtained the bloodline of the dragon race. Using your blood to research medicine will bring us great combat power in the future."

He was unwilling.

But the dragon transformation happened in the school building that day.

In front of everyone, the entire academy saw it.

At that time, he had failed to transform into human form and was extremely weak. He was powerless to fight against the surrounding cultivators who were eyeing him covetously; instead, these cultivators fought each other for him.

The fighting escalated rapidly, and the four deans and four martial emperors appeared to suppress the entire situation.

There is no correspondence course.

There was no one to protect him.

Fortunately, he also had the status of an academy disciple, and there were hundreds or even thousands of disciples watching around him, which prevented the dean, who was the authority, from disposing of him at will.

But how could the academy abandon his value?

Now they stand on the moral high ground, pressing him step by step, forcing him to reveal his dragon form, and then using a special curved blade to sever his flesh.

blood,

Scales,

Meat.

They dug into his body piece by piece.

The cramped school dormitory was dark, cold, and painful.

The future seemed hopeless, and everything was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Shang Yanting woke up from a nightmare, his back covered in cold sweat.

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