Chapter 92 Chapter 92 "Sensation."

Zhulong's sudden question made Jiuzhao's wrist suddenly stop.

The whip that was originally used to control the force of the blow also lost its control and left a bloody mark on Zhulong's body with just one blow.

As he groaned in pain, bright red dragon blood spilled onto the ground, stimulating Jiu Zhao so much that his pupils shrank.

She immediately thought that the establishment of the blood pact meant that the blood servant's life was linked to hers. If she didn't die, then Zhulong wouldn't die either.

Moreover, the current Zhulong is just a primordial body residing in the spiritual altar. Before it condenses into a form that can touch the physical body, the punishment in the spiritual altar will not really hurt it. At most, it will feel an equal amount of pain.

She calmed her mind, which had been shaken by Zhulong's words, and her expression grew even colder as she demanded, "What tricks are you playing now?"

"This is a unique bond between those who have formed a blood pact. It's called 'empathy,' and is common knowledge to many in the Three Realms."

Zhulong's head held high, not falling in pain. It paused for a moment, then uttered a lukewarm voice through its still-chattering teeth. "Didn't your teacher, who taught you how to establish a blood pact during your training, tell you this?"

Jiu Zhao's shame and anger were briefly covered up by another layer of guilt.

In Changye Academy, she always studied the homework assigned by the teacher carelessly. She either forced Lan Qi, who was able to imitate her handwriting, to do it for her, or she rushed to copy Ying Luo's homework before class the next day. How could she remember the Blood Contract, which was not the most necessary spell, so clearly!

She grew increasingly furious, raising her divine whip once more and blurting out, "Even if I've forgotten something, shouldn't you, as my blood servant, remind your master? Or are you, the dignified demigod Candle Dragon, such a lowly creature, enjoying eavesdropping?!"

Jiu Zhao was whipped for every curse he made.

Zhulong was whipped so hard that its slender body rolled on the ground several times, and it no longer had the calm attitude it had before.

The blood dyed the pure white spirit platform red, and the twisted and strong muscles in the broken dragon scales were tensed inch by inch.

The invisible attack on Yuan's body is a multiplied and accumulated pain.

Zhulong, who had been accustomed to the pain and torture inflicted by others during his long life in Sanqingtian, could no longer help it.

But this intense pain, when savored carefully, reveals an indescribable feeling.

The damage received during the same battle is different.

It's different from the impact of immortal power, poison erosion, physical beating, chopping and piercing, suspension and squeezing...

Zhulong only felt that something had changed somewhere in his body.

The change made it feel at a loss.

But no matter what, it also knew that if it told Jiu Zhao about this change, he would immediately fight with it regardless of the consequences.

It endured the violent beatings of the storm in silence.

When Jiu Zhao was tired of whipping and put down his whipping arm, he fell into a pool of blood and laughed weakly: "Master, Master - Master, you might as well think about it carefully. In the past few months, was there any day when you were separated from Zhu Yan and that male vixen? When you were hugging and rolling on the bed, did I pop out of my head to remind you?

"When he called you 'Zhao Niang', I followed him and said, 'Zhao Niang, I can hear it too.

"Or maybe when you're crying and yelling for me to speak slower, I suddenly appear and remind you, Master, not to overindulge yourself?"

Having lived in Fenye Sea for a long time where the people are tough and open-minded, every word Zhulong says is so vulgar that Jiuzhao can hardly cope with it.

She stamped her feet in anger and said anxiously, "Be careful or I'll pull out your tongue!!"

"Master, please—"

While being beaten one after another, Zhulong figured out some experience in getting along with Jiuzhao.

Anyway, she was just enduring the pain, and she couldn't really kill herself in a short time.

It lowered its eyebrows, opened its pointed snout, and spit out its slender, snake-like purple-red tongue - it clearly did not do anything, but Jiu Zhao, through its previous bad context, inexplicably associated it with the scene when Zhu Yan whispered to coax her, asking her to put down her legs and sit on his cheek.

His face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.

After Jiu Zhao whipped it a few more times viciously, he realized that he could not let Zhulong lead him around like this.

She panted slightly and simply used the blood recipient's ability, commanding: "Tell me everything you have concealed."

The effect took effect, and the phoenix totem lit up in Zhulong's eyes.

The throat was moving and was about to be forced to make a sound.

The sharp claws took advantage of Jiu Zhao's inattention and pierced into his body fiercely. With the severe pain coming again like a huge wave, he briefly gained the right to control his body for a few breaths, and then gave an order to his brain: Since there are so many things to hide, let's start with the unimportant ones.

After a moment, it showed its submission. A hoarse and pleasant voice of a young man reached Jiu Zhao's ears: "Master asked me to confess the things I have concealed. There are too many things. Let me, let me think... Oh, I remembered a lot. Actually, my name is not Zhulong——"

"The God of War Wu Shao regarded me as a half-adopted son and specially selected a character from his name. Because I am the Three Pure Ones, I expel those who are not tolerated, and because 'Zhu' and 'Zhu' are homophones, he personally gave me the name 'Wu Zhu' - the intention is to remind me that although my body may be expelled, my will cannot be expelled.

"I am the only true fire dragon in the world, different from the other water dragons... Before I became a god, I was a dragon, derived from the bloodline of that unknown father, and my immortal power came from my mother, General Xikui, who was originally a fire-type Biluan.

"My original form is a hundred feet long, and I can transform into a human form. Oh... and, my master probably doesn't know, but my eyes were blinded by the divine power of the Sichen Divine Emperor, who personally led the army during the war between immortals and demons. They can never be restored.

"Any immortal who rebels against the heavens and wishes to transform into a demon must endure the burning of karmic fires to cleanse their immortal energy. They may even die in the process. However, because I am half god and half demon, I don't need to go through this ordeal and can freely transform the power within me."

Wu Zhu kept talking about things that Jiu Zhao didn't know.

But the more Jiu Zhao listened, the more angry he became.

She didn't know any of this—but what good would it do even if she knew?! Would calling it Zhulong or Wuzhu have any effect on killing it? Or would she, if she called out Wuzhu, be able to be tucked into the purple-gold gourd, or even suppressed beneath the Five Finger Mountain, just like in the folk tales?

“That’s enough!”

She frowned and interrupted impatiently.

Knowing that Wu Zhu was beating around the bush, she went straight to the point, "Tell me, how can we isolate ourselves from the ties of empathy?"

"Just place a barrier inside my body and that will be enough."

Faced with this question, Wu Zhu answered quickly.

Jiu Zhao lowered his eyes, and while the veins on his forehead throbbed, he breathed a sigh of relief silently.

It’s a close call. I’m almost done telling all the trivial things.

If Jiu Zhao still wants to listen, he should say what he shouldn't say.

Since ancient times, blood contracts have been based on the suppression of the weak by the strong. Jiu Zhao, as a celestial being, established a contract with a demigod, relying entirely on the half divine power that had awakened at that time. Now that the divine power has faded and shrunk in her dantian, she doesn't know that she has lost complete control over Wu Zhu, whose divine power is gradually recovering. A few months ago, Wu Zhude answered all her questions without reservation.

Now, the more its power grows, the less it needs to be completely controlled by Jiu Zhao.

This lack of control was reflected in Jiu Zhao forcing it to reveal its true feelings. If its body was forced to do so, it would have no choice but to do so.

Therefore, Wu Zhu was not afraid that Jiu Zhao would place restrictions on his body.

As long as it wanted, it could occasionally break through the barrier of immortal power and sense the outside world, but according to the current situation, it could only rebel against Jiu Zhao once a month. This month, it had already used it to keep the secret of half of the blood contract from Jiu Zhao.

…

After getting the answer, Jiu Zhao quickly injected the highest-level restriction he could currently use into Wu Zhu's forehead.

She coldly watched the other's dragon face, which had been distorted several times by the overbearing immortal power, before asking the question:

"So, based on how my immortal power is recovering, how long will it take for you to remove your submandibular pearl?"

Out of absolute trust in the law of blood covenant, Jiu Zhao did not think that Wu Zhu could deceive him on these issues.

Sure enough, not long after, she heard a low voice from Wu Zhu: "I am currently only in the state of a primordial body. Without a physical body, I naturally cannot take out the submandibular pearl... It will take another thirty or forty years for me to condense a new dragon body.

"Of course, the faster your immortal power recovers, the faster my dragon body will condense."

Jiu Zhao was not very satisfied with this answer.

But she could only run and jump at the moment, and it would take a long time for her to fully recover from the injuries she suffered in the battle at Wu Ri Yuan.

That's all.

As long as I can complete all the important things within the hundred years of seclusion, it won’t be a big deal.

After comforting himself, Jiu Zhao left Wu Zhu behind and came out of his trance.

…

Although Wu Zhu's words seemed deliberately provocative and embarrassing, Jiu Zhao still reflected on his actions during this period.

When I had agreed to take on the responsibility of being the crown prince with God the Father, there were many more things to learn and courses to take.

Although the hundred years of recuperation in Nanling is not very long, it should not be wasted.

She thought about it seriously, and had a long talk with Zhu Yan, agreeing to meet once every seven days and use the rest of the time for practice.

Through King Qiongying, Jiu Zhao reported his ideas to the God Emperor.

The God Emperor was very pleased, and a few days later, he secretly sent several trusted immortal officials led by Dan Xun to Nanling.

Jiu Zhao, who had nothing to do, became busy in a snap.

In the morning he studied government affairs, in the afternoon he practiced magic, and at night he lay under the Qianhua Peony Power to receive treatment.

Time goes by and the years pass quickly.

During this period, she also sneaked into the West Sea to visit Yingluo.

Yingluo lay on the thousand-year-old cold jade bed that nourished the water-based magical power, and never woke up for a moment.

According to Xingyao's account, he was able to barely escape the thunder punishment with the help of Jiuzhao's natal feather for protection.

The sharp and pale ear fins, the dagger-like webbed claws stuck between the ten fingers, and the six-foot-long tail that replaced the legs in the lower body. The long tail no longer had the brilliant light when it was full of immortal energy, and the scales exploded layer by layer, all showed how serious his injuries were.

Jiu Zhao thanked the Ancestral Goddess for her protection, which had allowed him to survive, but she couldn't help but feel a surge of self-blame. She left most of the precious elixir that Nanling had given her at the Crown Prince's residence, and as she was about to leave, she ran into the Western God King, who "just happened" to be visiting his son.

"Your Highness, you don't have to feel guilty about this. As subjects, loyalty to the monarch is our birthright."

The Western God King Liu Ge treated her very kindly.

Even though the one lying on the bed almost dying was his legitimate son, whom he had placed great hopes on, he still smiled with half-closed eyes.

Amidst his comforting words, Jiu Zhao sincerely said, "Please rest assured, God King. I will definitely find a way to restore Yingluo to its former state."

"The deep friendship between Your Highness and Yingluo truly moves this old minister."

The Western God King pretended to wipe his eyes with his sleeve and changed the subject, "Since Yingluo is willing to sacrifice everything for Your Highness, and Your Highness considers Yingluo a close friend, have you ever considered taking my son Yingluo into the Heaven of Separation and Sorrow?"