Chapter 53: Lifting

In a study room

Xuan Ling was pacing back and forth with a gloomy look on his face.

No matter how hard he tried, his spiritual power was useless against the barrier surrounding him.

At this time, Xuan Ling was completely worried about the Flame Dragon.

"Su Ran wouldn't kill Yan Long, would he? If the little true dragon's body is gone, Yan Long's consciousness will return to its place. By then, my half consciousness won't have returned yet, so he will definitely break the seal and seek revenge on Su Ran.

No, no, we can’t let him do this, and we can’t let Yanlong be the demon king again. The little real dragon’s body can help him to control his temper. If he loses his body, it will be even more difficult to discipline him.”

Xuan Ling became more and more anxious as he thought about it. He kept looking at the barrier, "This barrier must have been guarded by more than four magical instruments. There is no other way to break it... Forget it, I will learn from Yan Long and use my spiritual consciousness to bump into it! Even though it is only half-stranded and I don't know if it can be broken, I can't worry about it. I have to give it a try!"

As he spoke, Xuan Ling made up his mind, transformed his spiritual form, and prepared to crash into the barrier.

At this time, Su Ran was watching all this in the dark. When he saw that Xuan Ling's consciousness had only been transformed halfway, he quickly leaned out to stop it.

"God, please don't..."

But it was too late, Xuan Ling had already crashed into him resolutely.

In an instant, the barrier shattered with a "crack".

His consciousness fell to the ground and revealed his true form. Just as Xuan Ling was about to leave, his body went limp and he nearly fell.

Su Ran was quick to act and held him in place.

"Puff!" Xuan Ling spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

"You, why bother? He's just a little dragon, is it worth you risking your life for him?" Su Ran's eyes were full of heartache, he picked up Xuan Ling.

"How dare you! Let me go!" Xuan Linghun was exhausted and wanted to push Su Ran away, but he had no strength.

"Don't move. I'll help you regulate your breathing."

"No need, let go!"

"No, if you keep struggling, I will kill that little real dragon immediately."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ling quickly stopped pushing.

"What exactly do you want? For hundreds of years, you have concealed your cultivation and stayed close to me. What exactly are you trying to do?" Xuan Ling stared at Su Ran closely, his eyes seemed to see through him.

Su Ran opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She hugged Xuan Ling tighter with her hands and paused before saying, "Let's talk about this somewhere else."

After saying that, he flashed, and after a few jumps, he brought Xuan Ling into a bedroom.

"Is this... a bedroom?" Xuan Ling looked around, a little surprised.

Su Ran placed Xuan Lingqing on the bed, quickly formed seals with his hands, and set up protective restrictions with skillful and neat movements.

"Are you so cautious because you're afraid that others might overhear you?"

Su Ran lowered his eyes and said slowly: "This is the Baibao Pavilion, which is a place dedicated to providing magic tools for the sect to cultivate the land, and I am the master of this pavilion.

As for my cultivation, I am indeed a Loose Immortal. In order to make my opponent wary, I took a pill that temporarily increased my cultivation."

"I hurt your friend, and it was my fault, but he also killed my divine beast, so that makes it even.

As long as he doesn't appear in front of me again, I will just pretend he doesn't exist. But if he dares to treat you in the slightest, I will not let him off easily."

Su Ran paused and took a deep breath. "I have no ill intention in approaching you. To be honest, my magic weapon detected your identity as early as the moment you left the divine realm for the first time and landed on the stone bridge at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, I am not approaching you because you are a god, but, but…” Su Ran was in a complicated mood at the moment and couldn’t say it for a while, “Anyway, I just simply want to be with you, even if it’s just to talk.”

When Xuan Ling heard Su Ran mention frivolity, his face turned red.

He muttered to himself: This matter should have been erased for Su Ran at that time. Yan Long's behavior would be considered a despicable prank to anyone who saw it.

Also, Su Ran just mentioned talking, is he usually alone? No one is with him, so...

Xuan Ling was the one who could best understand the feeling of having no one to talk to. He had spent a thousand years alone, before the Flame Dragon was conceived by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The sky above the divine realm was empty, with only a pavilion and a faint crack in time and space.

Only those who have experienced it will know that feeling.

Xuan Ling did not interpret any other meaning from Su Ran's words. All he felt was that a lonely person suddenly found a like-minded friend.

Su Ran saw that Xuan Ling's expression had eased and he was no longer angry, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and handed it to Xuan Ling's mouth.

"Lord God, take this pill first. It will help you quickly recover your consciousness."

Xuan Ling turned his head away, "I don't need it, I can regulate my breathing myself."

Su Ran smiled bitterly: "Are you worried that there is something wrong with this medicine? Oh! That's offensive."

Having said that, he flicked his fingertips lightly, and spiritual power surged out instantly, fixing Xuan Ling, and then he gently grabbed him and put the pill steadily into his mouth.

After a while

"God, I have something I don't understand, I want to ask you." Su Ran didn't wait for Xuan Ling to respond, and continued to speak: "During the fight between your friend and I, I saw that his Dharma light was golden. In the Three Realms, only Gods have golden Dharma light, so he... who is he?"

Xuan Ling's heart tightened, "He is suspicious of Yanlong, right? When they fought, Yanlong wore a mask. But the light body that was casting the spell could not be concealed. How can this be explained?"

"What? Is it inconvenient for You, Lord God, to tell me?" Su Ran looked at Xuan Ling with suspicion.

"Pills, yes, he took pills. He often does this to scare his opponents." Xuan Ling continued Su Ran's words and covered up for Yanlong again.

Upon hearing this, Su Ran coughed a few times and forced a smile: "What a coincidence? Ha! I wonder which master created this to raise one's cultivation to the god level?"

"This, this I don't know." Xuan Ling was so panicked at this time that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't expect to be so nervous the first time he told a lie.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment. Xuan Ling was thinking about how to break the deadlock, but Su Ran was the first to break the silence.

"For the sake of the Lord God, I will not kill the little dragon, but I must take the ancient black iron. This black iron is definitely not an ordinary thing. Once it is made into a sharp sword, it can kill gods. How can I let a dragon have it?

If one day he has a different idea and turns against us, wouldn't it be a huge disaster if he has such a magical weapon in his hand?"

Su Ran spoke urgently, and his expression became more solemn when he reached this point.

"The black iron has already recognized its master. Even if you take it out, Xiaolong can recall it at any time. It's useless for you to snatch it back?" Xuan Ling frowned and looked straight at Su Ran.

Su Ran was startled, a trace of suspicion flashed across his face, and then he gritted his teeth, his expression full of unwillingness: "What's the harm in recognizing the master? This ancient black iron is of great importance, how can we just leave it alone because of the word 'recognize the master'! I want to try, is it his recall power that is powerful, or my sealing method that is exquisite."

Su Ran clenched his fists, and spiritual energy surged around him.