In the celestial realm, the dragon clan's patriarch's residence was adorned with white sails.
The mourning hall was filled with prayer cushions, and men, women, and children knelt densely, their sobs and cries of pain never ceasing.
The prayer mat in the far corner was empty, except for a long, thin white figure hovering inside.
Its body was covered with fine, white scales, and its four claws were hidden beneath its body. It was clearly a young white dragon, but it had no dragon horns on its head, making it look somewhat incongruous.
"It's all that witch's fault and that bastard's fault! Otherwise, how could the clan leader have died?" A young man angrily kicked the prayer mat away.
The little white dragon gripped the prayer mat tightly with its claws to avoid being kicked away.
The futon rolled him around on the ground twice before finally slapping him down in the center of the courtyard.
The little white dragon's dark eyes were full of vigilance and unease.
"Long Chen, calm down. This is the clan leader's mourning hall. You can't cause trouble here." The long-bearded elder scolded. "After all, he is the clan leader's only bloodline. Even if there is no dissatisfaction, you can't vent it here."
The young man's eyes reddened: "What bloodline does he have? He's just a bastard. His mother was nothing more than a demon deer from the demon realm. This monstrous hybrid of immortal and demon blood has no right to kneel here."
"Never mind, the child is innocent..."
“However, the Dragon Clan has never had such a filthy creature. Long Chen is right; he should be driven out.”
"If his mother hadn't refused to be a concubine and insisted on the clan leader marrying her properly, and hadn't been pregnant and still refused to see the clan leader, the Overlord wouldn't have been attacked and killed by the wild beasts."
"It's quite pitiful. His mother was eaten by wild beasts when she gave birth to him."
"Pah, what's there to pity? This wretched woman brought it on herself."
“This little bastard won’t be any good when he grows up. Wild beasts killed his mother, but he managed to bite through her belly and crawl out.”
"I have never seen a dragon like this before, actually tearing apart the flesh and blood of its own mother."
"A dragon? What kind of dragon is he? A dragon without an eggshell and without horns, haha, it's a joke if word gets out."
The little white dragon curled its long, thin body into a ball, trying to minimize its presence.
It knew that whether these people spoke pitifully or insulted it, they all looked down on it deep down.
It didn't want to stay here either; it had never seen any father or clan leader before.
Since it could remember, the only words it had ever heard that were full of kindness were a sentence spoken to it by a gentle female voice in a hazy state.
"Without jade, live on."
It just wanted to survive.
“Its bloodline is impure, and it has disturbed the mourning hall. Suppress it in the ice prison and let it reflect on its mistakes. Don’t let it stand here, it’s an eyesore,” the elder who reprimanded Long Chen said coldly.
The little white dragon twisted its body, trying to escape, but someone grabbed its neck.
"It can't even walk properly, it just twists and turns like a snake, it's disgusting."
"This is definitely not the bloodline of our dragon race."
"Why didn't that bastard die in his mother's womb?"
The malicious words transformed into a long, invisible chain, tightly gripping its neck, making it feel suffocated and nauseous.
The white dragon was thrown directly into an ice room by that person.
"Stay here and reflect on your actions, you bastard!"
The little white dragon struggled to escape, but was kicked back by someone. The door slammed shut with a bang, and the complex patterns on the lock made it dizzy and nauseous.
This ice chamber was forged from millennia-old ice and was usually used to imprison some clansmen who had made mistakes. However, those clansmen all possessed cultivation, so for them, the ice was merely a way to calm down and reflect on their actions.
However, since its birth, no one has taught the little white dragon how to cultivate; it can only rely on the powerful physique brought by its dragon bloodline to withstand the attacks.
The chill pierced its scales and seeped into its bones and flesh. It curled up in the corner, shivering.
It was confined for three days, during which time no one came to see it or brought it any food.
It seems to have been forgotten by the entire dragon race.
Starving and freezing, the little white dragon's tail tip and claws began to stiffen, forcing them to stick to the ice.
It stopped trembling because it had become stiff and could no longer tremble.
"Wu Yu, live on." He seemed to have returned to his earliest memories, to that warm and soft place, and heard loving words of advice.
It knew that the person who said those words was its mother, and that what warmed it was its mother's blood.
But it's so hard to survive. I'm sorry, Mother, I can't do it.
"Bang!" The door to the ice room was suddenly struck by something, and with a loud bang, it shattered into pieces.
The little white dragon struggled to open its eyes and saw a young man with a frown, who seemed to be in a bad mood: "Is this what you promised me, that you would take good care of him? Do you think you're worthy of Long Huaiyu?"
"Your Majesty, this..."
With a flick of her sleeve, Qinglian dismissed the elder who was trying to explain: "No need for further explanation. If you don't want him, I will. From this day forward, he is my son. Whatever happens to him in the future, your Dragon Clan will not have a say in it."
A warm embrace enveloped the little white dragon, and its stiff body gradually softened.
The young man roughly stuffed it into his arms, but it made him feel unusually at ease.
It survived, didn't it?
When it opened its eyes again, it was still nestled in the young man's arms. The young man was holding a calligraphy brush, frowning as he looked at the scroll in front of him.
Wuyu curiously raised its head. The young man glanced at it and threw a spirit stone into its arms: "Awake? If you're awake, then start cultivating. A mere thousand-year-old ice has tormented you like this. I don't have such a weak son."
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