The Taoist priest, who had been dragged over, exclaimed, "You've gone too far! If we hadn't given you a warning, we would have definitely retaliated! Your reckless behavior is unbecoming of a gentleman!"
But when the struggling Celestial Master saw the cub, his expression immediately changed. He shook off the palace servant's hand and stepped forward, saying, "Grandmaster, it's been a long time! How have you been? Our sect has been eagerly awaiting your return home every day."
The cub spoke in an unfamiliar voice to the uncle in front of it, whose face was crinkled with laughter.
He could hide his upper body in his father's arms, but his tail was still sticking out. Just like a child playing hide-and-seek, he thought that as long as he covered his head, he was well hidden, completely ignoring his tail.
Emperor Chongle protected the cub: "Stop with the nonsense. How can we completely change him from his current state?"
Master Zhang stroked his beard: "It's just that the demonic power is not enough. The young prince doesn't have any other true dragons by his side. We have to do what we did before: capture something with strong demonic power to absorb other people's demonic power. True dragons are not comparable to ordinary little demons; they must also be powerful spirits."
Emperor Chongle could only think of the Gu worms that the cubs had hunted before.
But that's too dirty.
After much deliberation, Emperor Chongle had no choice but to entrust this important task to the Imperial Kitchen.
The head chef of the imperial kitchen was ashen-faced; he knew this day would come sooner or later.
Everyone in the palace is destined to be controlled by Prince Xiaolong.
But...yue...this Gu worm...yue! It's fucking outrageous!
Let's soak it in alcohol to kill the virus, but the little prince is still so young, he can't drink alcohol at all!
In short, what was served half a day later was a bowl of unidentified substance that shimmered with a green light.
The cub wasn't meant to eat insects; it ate the demonic energy within, so it drank it all in one go. Actually, aside from the less appealing appearance, it tasted even better than sashimi-like worms.
But seeing the little guy swallow the Chong Le Di, I couldn't help but make him rinse his mouth many times until he cried and said his mouth hurt.
The cub, surging with power, was a little sleepy. It rubbed its tearful eyes and curled up in Emperor Chongle's arms to fall asleep.
The Taoist priest beside him couldn't help but urge, "Our sect is built on a dragon vein, standing between yin and yang, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Your Majesty can send the young prince to our place to recuperate, which will make it easier to gather power."
Emperor Chongle looked at the Celestial Master, whose abacus was practically bouncing onto his face, and sneered: "The dragon cub is your ancestor, but he recognizes me as his father. So am I not your elder? How can you speak to your elder like this? Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, Teacher, you should count how many of these you have offended."
The Celestial Master's smile froze on his face.
He was dejected and wanted to leave, but Emperor Chongle temporarily detained him in the palace.
Before the cubs successfully grew into humans, even the birds flying over the palace dared not breathe loudly.
This time, the cub gathered enough power and had a good sleep, finally managing to maintain its lower body in human form. However, it retained its short, chubby tail, becoming a true little dragon.
At least he looks more human than before; with his clothes being a bit longer and covering up, you can't tell anything is wrong.
Everyone who witnessed the cub's efforts breathed a sigh of relief, and then showered the cub with praise, praising it to the skies, making it seem like the best it could ever be. The cub was so convinced that it was a once-in-a-lifetime genius that its little tail stood up like an antenna, almost reaching the sky, making a small bulge on its clothes.
However, this exquisitely beautiful little cub is indeed adorable, possessing a physical appearance that better aligns with human aesthetics. Coupled with its unique white hair and blue eyes, it immediately evokes the image of the Goddess of the Luo River... truly like an immortal.
The cub also felt that it was already quite good that it could transform into a human, and the slow-witted little guy might need some time to realize things about hair and eye color, but that's okay, it's enough for now.
Emperor Chongle held the cub tightly. Only then did the cub realize that his father was angry, and very, very angry.
However, his father never hit or scolded him; he simply held him tightly, as if guarding the most precious treasure.
"Don't do that again. No matter what you look like, you're still my cub. Don't take risks, and don't leave me... Otherwise, you disobedient little brat will be punished by me..."
This was the first time he had spoken to a cub in such a tone, and the cub felt a chill run down its spine, a creepy feeling.
But Emperor Chongle still pressed his cold face against the cub:
"Have you thought it through? Will you agree to my request? If even you leave me, then I'd rather meet you again in hell..."
The cub was enveloped in the dense love of his dark father. Emperor Chong Le's large hands held him tightly. The cub did not notice that although Emperor Chong Le did not use force, his other hand was always on the little guy's fragile neck.
It is affection, but also absolute love and control.
When he sensed that the cub was about to leave him, Emperor Chongle had murderous intent in that instant.
Even if he has the child's love, he is still a sinful soul that can never be cleansed. His original indifference and selfishness, as well as the sins and blood debts on his hands, are things that can never be changed...
Therefore, when faced with the cubs, he often had the thought of keeping them by his side permanently.
But every time he saw the cubs so lively and enthusiastic, Emperor Chongle would feel reluctant to part with them.
He feared the separation someday, yet he was also incredibly attached to the love his cub gave him.
Amidst such conflicting emotions, the cubs are actually walking on thin ice with every step they take.
The cubs themselves are simply unaware of this.
He still trusts his father the most and loves his world the most.
"It's so cold..."
Perhaps it was the fleeting murderous intent in Emperor Chongle's eyes that frightened the cub. Instinctively, the cub shrank its neck and pleaded with its father, "Daddy, don't freeze me, it's so cold..."
Emperor Chongle was taken aback and realized that his hands were indeed colder than the cub's skin.
He withdrew his hand, completely erasing all the dark emotions he had felt earlier.
In the end, I still couldn't bear to part with it.
That's enough.
But the cub sat in his lap, wrapped its arms around his neck, and was finally able to kiss its father's face with a human mouth.
The child gave Emperor Chongle a loud kiss on the left and a loud kiss on the right, which directly made Emperor Chongle lose his IQ.
Emperor Chongle touched his face, a bewildered expression on his face as the cub pressed against his cheek.
Then he turned to the others present and asked, "Did I see wrong? The cub just kissed me twice."
While inwardly cursing His Majesty for his blatant questioning and subtle display of power, the crowd honestly replied, "You're not mistaken. Several of us saw it; it's absolutely true."
The system watching thought that if Emperor Chongle had a "darkening value" on his head, the cub could reduce it from 99% to 0% with just two kisses.
They have such good potential for reformation, yet they insist on joining their group.
The main system had no way of expressing its grievances.
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