Chapter 66 The Past of the Azure Dragon (Part 1)
Qin Wuyan and Biyao both thought it was the mountain demon inside the Zhuxian Sword speaking, but since Biyao had already put the Zhuxian Sword into the Heartbreak Flower, no sound came from it.
Everyone turned their heads to look around, searching for the source of the sound. A dazzling azure light emanated from the Azure Dragon's hand, and the voice came again:
"Are all mortals blind? Can't they see me?? Hey! You dead frog!! You useless, useless dead frog!! Are you really dead?!"
The four people in the room stared wide-eyed. Who?
Who's talking? Who's swearing?
Biyao was the first to realize that her magical artifact, the Heartbreak Flower, was very similar to Qinglong's Azure Light Ring; it could be used as a weapon or to contain demons. She crouched down and cautiously asked, "Was that you speaking? Are you inside the Azure Light Ring?"
"Of course! Let me out right now!! If you don't let me out, your Brother Qinglong will die!"
Biyao said, "But only Brother Qinglong knows how to open the Qiankun Qingguang Ring."
"Take off the ring and put it to your ear, and I'll tell you how to open it!"
Biyao hesitated, unsure whether she could do as this person suggested. She glanced at Qin Wuyan, who stepped forward and said, "Biyao, I'll do it!"
He took the Azure Dragon's Qiankun Azure Light Ring from its hand and held it to his ear, but the person inside said, "You are a mortal, you can't open it. Give the ring to Biyao, she has divine power, only she can open it. Hurry up, if you delay any longer, I'm really afraid Azure Dragon will die!!"
The voice was clearly that of a woman. Although Qin Wuyan was full of doubts, he was also really afraid that something might happen to Qinglong, so he had no choice but to hand the ring to Biyao.
The man whispered a few incantations in Biyao's ear. After Biyao memorized them, she placed the ring in her palm, stretched out her arm, and channeled her spiritual power. She muttered the incantations softly, and the Qiankun Qingguang Ring emitted a dazzling five-colored light. Then, the light gradually seemed to materialize, condensing into a woman dressed in a red dress.
The woman had a beautiful face, as lovely as a spring flower. She looked around and, confirming that she was finally free, said happily, "I'm finally out! To think that I, the guardian beast under the Azure Emperor, would be imprisoned by a mortal."
Qin Wuyan asked in confusion, "Who exactly are you?"
"That's not important."
The woman rushed over to the side of the Azure Dragon lying on the ground, touched its forehead with her hand, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, its soul is still intact."
She raised her hands to the sides of her head near her temples, making a gesture that no one could understand. Her lips moved like cicada wings, as if she were reciting something.
About a quarter of an hour later, Qin Wuyan and Biyao both saw that the Azure Dragon slowly opened its eyes.
"Big brother?" Qin Wuyan called out nervously.
"Wu Yan..." Qinglong's eyes, which had been somewhat dazed, suddenly cleared. He hurriedly tried to stand up, but Qin Wu Yan and Bi Yao quickly helped him to sit down on a chair next to the table.
Qinglong rubbed his temples, then glanced at the person sitting opposite him and saw someone he knew very well. He immediately frowned and got angry: "How did you get out?"
He glanced at his empty fingers, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "Where's the Qiankun Azure Light Ring! Give it back to me right now!!"
Biyao and Qin Wuyan were both taken aback; they had never seen Qinglong unleash such a raging fire before.
The woman in red rolled her eyes at Qinglong and said slowly, "If I hadn't come out, you still wouldn't have woken up! But you, the moment you open your eyes, you come to question me? How many times have I told you, although your Qiankun Qingguang Ring was left to you by my aunt, it is also the most important divine artifact of our clan. On one hand, you keep saying that you are a mortal and don't acknowledge your ancestors. On the other hand, you want to seize our divine artifact. Can't you be reasonable? I've never seen such a shameless mortal."
"You're shameless!! A young lady like you shamelessly follows me around stealing my things. What divine beast, what celestial realm? You really think you're a god? If you were a god, would I have been able to trap you in my Qiankun Qingguang Ring and not be able to get out?"
"you--"
The woman glared angrily, gritting her teeth, "If I weren't afraid of destroying the divine artifact, I would have come out long ago!! How dare you question my identity? Even if you are my aunt's son, I must teach you a lesson today on her behalf!!"
A flash of red light appeared in her hand, conjuring a long whip, which she swung at the Azure Dragon without a word.
With a "whoosh," the whip stopped in mid-air. Qin Wuyan said, "Miss, before you make a move, shouldn't you tell us who you are and why you have a grudge against Brother Qinglong?"
He had just overheard the two arguing, and it seemed they were saying that Qinglong was her aunt's son. But Qin Wuyan remembered that back at the main altar, Qinglong, like him, was an orphan who didn't know who his parents were or had any relatives.
Biyao was also extremely curious and asked, "Brother Qinglong? What's going on?"
Qinglong then noticed Biyao. His anger vanished completely, and he stepped forward, excited and overjoyed, to grasp Biyao's shoulders: "Biyao!! You... is it really you?"
Biyao smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Qinglong, it really is me. I'm still alive."
Qinglong hugged her excitedly: "That's wonderful! That's really wonderful! I heard you were still alive, but I couldn't believe it. Now that I see you... it's so great. To see you again and hear you call me Brother Qinglong, it was all worth coming back!"
Biyao hugged Qinglong tightly, her heart filled with overwhelming emotion and joy. This was the kind of reaction Qinglong would have when he truly saw her.
Upon seeing this, Qin Wuyan was also convinced that this person was the real Azure Dragon. Previously, Biyao had secretly told him that this Azure Dragon was fake, which had puzzled him greatly. After some trouble, he finally understood that the Azure Dragon must have been controlled by someone before.
The Azure Dragon's cultivation level is not low, and the person who can control the Azure Dragon must be incredibly powerful.
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, feeling that things were getting increasingly complicated. Seeing that Qinglong and Biyao had gradually calmed down, he asked, "Brother Qinglong, what exactly happened to you? Why have we been unable to find you for so many years? Also, who is this young lady?"
"It's a long story."
Qinglong pulled Biyao to sit down and gestured for Qin Wuyan to sit as well. When he glanced at the girl in red opposite him, his expression turned disdainful. The girl also glanced at him sideways, looking like she was "too lazy to bother with you".
With a grave expression, Qinglong slowly began to speak: "The story begins fifteen years ago."
Fifteen years ago, when the Ghost King led many disciples to Mingling Peak to revive the Beast God, the three major righteous sects took the opportunity to launch a siege. During the battle, Qinglong was separated from the Ghost King, Youji, and others.
That day, he was besieged by Dao Xuan, Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang and others, and was seriously injured. He thought he was about to die on the spot when suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and streaks of blue and purple lightning struck down. The righteous disciples hurriedly dodged.
In that instant, Qinglong felt someone grab his collar and fly up, but he was badly injured and flew too high, making him dizzy and eventually fainting.
When he woke up again, he was lying in an unfamiliar room. There was a wooden table, a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), and a bookshelf. The furnishings seemed simple, but they exuded elegance. The most eye-catching thing was a painting hanging on the wall.
When Qinglong saw the painting, his expression suddenly changed.
The painting depicts the profile of a woman, dressed in a light blue and white robe, her dark hair flowing freely. Although only half of her face is visible in profile, it cannot conceal her beautiful and gentle appearance. On the middle finger of her left hand, she wears a sparkling ring.
The Azure Dragon was very familiar with that ring; it was his magic weapon—the Azure Light Ring of Heaven and Earth.
The painting bears only a dragon-shaped seal and nothing else. Although the artist did not leave his name, the meticulous depiction of the woman in every stroke reveals the artist's deep affection for her.
Qinglong knew perfectly well that this painting was made by his father.
He grew up in the Ghost King Sect, and his father was the previous Azure Dragon Saint Envoy of the Ghost King Sect—Luo Cangzhou.
In high spirits, I write with a stroke that shakes the Five Sacred Mountains; the poem is finished, and I laugh with pride as I soar above the vast ocean.
His father, true to his name, was nothing like a member of the demonic sect compared to others in the sect. He was incomparably handsome, arrogant and unrestrained, and loved drinking, playing chess, playing the zither, painting, and other refined pursuits. His Feng Hua sword was also renowned in the cultivation world, in no way inferior to the later famous Wan Jianyi.
At that time, all sorts of romantic tales about Luo Cangzhou circulated among various sects. It was said that because of him, many more women joined the Ghost King Sect.
Therefore, when Luo Cangzhou married a woman of unknown origin, many girls in the sect were extremely disappointed and left in a huff.
Qinglong knew very little about his mother, only that his Qiankun Qingguang Ring was left to him by her. When he was very young, he innocently and persistently asked his father for the first time, "Where is my mother? Why don't I have a mother?"
When Luo Cangzhou heard him ask that question, he suddenly changed completely. His kind and gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce and raging expression. He roared, "How many times have I told you? Don't ask your mother! Don't ask your mother!!! She's dead, she's dead! She died giving birth to you!!"
Even as a child, Qinglong was extremely stubborn. He relentlessly pressed on, "What was her name? Where was she buried? You should at least tell me, shouldn't you?"
He could accept growing up without a mother, as many children in the Ghost King Sect were also orphans. But he couldn't accept not even knowing who his mother was. Because of Luo Cangzhou, the sect kept his mother a closely guarded secret, and when asked about her, everyone said they didn't know, didn't understand, or weren't clear about her.
Luo Cangzhou said coldly, "Your mother has no name."
Qinglong still refused to give up and persistently pressed for answers, but Luo Cangzhou refused to say anything, only repeating "She's dead, she's dead"...
But later, Qinglong saw his father often staring blankly at a painting in his study, drinking heavily until he was completely drunk. When drunk, he would ramble on and on, saying sadly, "Why did you leave without saying a word... Why, why, why?! Why would you abandon even your own son? How could you be so heartless?"
Qinglong secretly stole the painting and discovered that it depicted an exceptionally beautiful woman whose features bore a striking resemblance to his own. He felt that she was his mother.
Unfortunately, when Luo Cangzhou was lucid, he never mentioned the painting. Even on his deathbed, he didn't say a single word to Qinglong about his wife.
Later, he stopped asking or thinking about who his mother was, whether she was alive or dead. Even if she was still alive, the fact that she had abandoned her husband and son and disappeared without a trace was no different from being dead to Qinglong.
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