Extremely insidious.
Jiang Shumiao felt heartbroken and had nowhere to vent her frustration, so she simply sped up, leaving everyone far behind.
Everyone: "..."
Wen Zhixuan clicked his tongue, "He's getting angry out of embarrassment."
Fuquqianlibaimin: You're really not afraid of death.
That's true courage.
Wen Yicheng tugged at his father's sleeve, "Daddy, Auntie seems to be angry."
Wen Zhixuan patted his little head. "It's alright."
Wen Yicheng was bewildered for a moment, then whispered, "Father, don't make Auntie angry. She's very good to me."
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
The son went outside.
Fuqu suppressed a laugh.
Qianli slapped her forehead, "Stop laughing, if you don't keep up with us, we'll have no one to rely on."
That won't do.
She still wants to continue cultivating immortality.
Just as they were about to speed up, Bai Min said, "The Holy Venerable must have some private matters to attend to. Let's just follow him at a leisurely pace and not get involved."
No wonder they can navigate the world so skillfully; they have a firm grasp on interpersonal relationships and social dynamics.
Upon hearing this, Fuqu and Qianli immediately stopped.
Jiang Shumiao had already arrived at the East Sea. She was in the sky above the center of the East Sea, far away from the Immortal Realm, so she wouldn't disturb those old guys.
She sent a wisp of divine power through her finger straight into the seabed.
Before long, the seawater surged, and a silvery-white dragon soared into the sky.
"Who dares to invade my East Sea?"
Jiang Shumiao raised her hand to erect a barrier to block his attack, her voice still revealing the joy of seeing an old acquaintance.
"It's been ten thousand years, little dragon, don't you remember me?"
Silver Dragon: "..."
He stared at Jiang Shumiao for a long time, and finally saw the shadow of an old friend in her eyes. In an instant, he retreated far away and transformed into a young man.
The two horns on his head hadn't been retracted yet, probably because his face looked too young, and the two dragon horns made him look more majestic.
"Jiang Shumiao!"
He slowly uttered the name, his voice filled with disbelief, "Aren't you already dead?"
Jiang Shumiao wasn't angry at all.
"It came back to life."
The boy didn't speak, but his facial expression clearly conveyed two words.
Speechless.
However, what you see with your own eyes doesn't lie, even though it's truly unbelievable. He sized up Jiang Shumiao for a long time, his tone slightly mocking.
"The Goddess Nuwa is really good to you, no wonder you protect her so much."
Jiang Shumiao was unhappy to hear people speak ill of the Goddess Nuwa, and glared at her, saying, "What, is the Dragon Prince not respectable enough, and wants to play the fool again?"
The boy's face immediately darkened.
"I am the King of the Dragon Clan."
Jiang Shumiao was taken aback and blurted out instinctively, "Where's your father?"
The boy's expression shifted between light and shadow, and after a long pause, he finally said, "Dead."
Jiang Shumiao's mouth formed an "O" shape as she murmured, "When did this happen?"
The boy's gaze was distant and serene. "Not long after your death, the Heavenly Emperor wanted to reactivate the Dragon Clan and summoned Father to Heaven. But Father remembered his promise to you that he would bring rain to the human world for generations and refused to agree. The Heavenly Emperor then removed the Dragon Clan from the list of gods, and the Dragon Clan was labeled as 'demons.' Father knew that he had angered the Heavenly Emperor and feared that the entire clan would be wiped out, so he detonated his divine core to protect the aquatic race, and then vanished into thin air."
"And so I became the king of the dragons."
The inner core of the ancient divine dragon was powerful enough to overturn mountains and seas, and could even make the world lose its color.
No wonder the Heavenly Emperor dared not touch the aquatic creatures.
Jiang Shumiao remained silent for a long time.
The boy stared at her. "It's rare to see you with such an expression. I thought you were born heartless."
Hearing his sarcastic words, Jiang Shumiao asked, "You hate me?"
The boy lowered his eyelashes slightly and finally shook his head.
"The Heavenly Emperor is autocratic and dictatorial. He considered it a disgrace to abandon the Dragon Clan to curry favor with you. Even if Father obeys the summons, once the aquatic race is completely under his control, he will discard them like a used millstone."
Jiang Shumiao floated in front of him.
When they're far apart, it's fine, but as soon as they get close, the height difference between them becomes apparent.
The boy found himself looking down at the child.
It's so fantastical.
The once invincible Azure Lotus Saint Venerable has turned into a little baby.
The boy looked strange.
How old are you now?
Jiang Shumiao also complained about this, saying, "My bone age is five years old."
The boy burst into laughter without any restraint.
"If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were only three years old, after all..."
His words were left unfinished, but his meaning was clear.
He disliked Jiang Shumiao for being short.
Jiang Shumiao's eyes widened, and she put her hands on her hips, angrily shouting, "Qingzhou!"
Qingzhou's laughter paused.
It's been a long time since anyone called him that.
Jiang Shumiao is a strange person; she is liked by some but hated by others.
Back in the Heavenly Palace, all the little creatures from various races in the divine realm loved to play with her, but when they discovered she was extremely ferocious, they immediately ran away as fast as they could.
"You don't come to my temple without a reason. Tell me, what do you want?"
Jiang Shumiao calmed down. "A few days ago, I met a dragon demon who told me some things. I've come to ask you what the inside story of the war between gods and demons was back then?"
Qingzhou scoffed, "You're asking me what your disciple did?"
Before Jiang Shumiao could speak, he pretended to suddenly realize something, "Oh right, I heard that you had already expelled him from the sect back then."
Jiang Shumiao choked up.
Qingzhou suddenly became interested. "To be honest, I'm quite curious. Back then, gods, demons, and monsters couldn't tolerate him, yet you protected him and raised and taught him for thousands of years. What exactly did he do wrong that made you, his protective master, willing to sever ties with him?"
Jiang Shumiao said in a muffled voice, "Never mind that, I just want to know how the war between gods and demons started?"
The two had a past feud, and Qingzhou knew Jiang Shumiao's personality to some extent. Judging from her appearance, he knew there was something going on.
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