My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1098 Dragon Clan Savior
Wen Rui pressed them relentlessly, and the several Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who had suffered such humiliation in their lives, could no longer swallow this insult.

The golden dragon that Huanglong Zhenren had transformed into let out an angry roar, its golden dragon eyes filled with fury: "You killed my fellow disciples, stole my treasures, and now you want to humiliate us? Do you really think my dragon clan has no one left? At worst, we'll all perish together today, so you won't get away with it!"

The Dragon Soul Flame flickered around him, clearly indicating that he was ready to fight desperately again.

“Your dragon race? Now you are my dragon race. Do you know that among the army that is besieging you today are members of the dragon race?”

Wen Rui sneered and retorted, as if to prove that what he said was true. With a wave of his hand, the spatial gate opened, and several mechs passed through the spatial gate. The mechs' visors were lifted, revealing several strange-looking faces.

Huanglong Zhenren could easily recognize what dragons should look like. These disciples of the dragon clan, whom Wen Rui claimed to be, clearly did not look like real dragons. One of them even had nine heads.

Wen Rui kindly explained, "Oh, I forgot to mention, hybridization is very common among dragons now. These young people are all new-generation hybrid dragon people. Dragons have nine sons, each different. They don't look like dragons, but they still carry dragon blood and are truly descendants of dragons. They can all roar like dragons."

Huanglong Zhenren felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, only then realizing that the dragon bloodline left in the mortal realm had also been corrupted by Wen Rui, giving birth to this group of strange bastards.

"How despicable! How dare you do such a vile and disgusting thing to my dragon race! My dragon race's noble pure bloodline, which has lasted for millions of years, has been ruined by you! I will fight you to the death!"

"Oh dear, not only did they refuse to surrender, they even dared to fight back against me. I can't be blamed for exercising my legitimate right to self-defense..."

Faced with a furious ancient golden dragon, Wen Rui was eager to try, raising the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword in his hand, ready to slay the dragon.

Mosquito Taoist's natal demonic sword is indeed a butcher's knife specifically designed to slaughter ancient divine beasts. Even the ancient Xuan Turtle Spirit Mother, whose vitality and defense were stronger than the Golden Dragon, had her shell pierced by this demonic sword and her life force drained. What is a mere Golden Dragon compared to that?

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong, do not act rashly, lest you fall for his provocation!"

Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren quickly stopped Huanglong Zhenren. These two also understood that Wen Rui did not want to let them return to Kunlun, but simply lacked a legitimate reason to kill them.

That's why he's been using all sorts of tricks to provoke them, just waiting for them to act impulsively and fight to the death. Even if the Primordial Celestial Venerable investigates in the future, this guy can hide behind the Tongtian Sect Master and argue back with a clear conscience.

The golden dragon trembled with rage, its massive body twisting in the air like a pretzel. Only after being persuaded by Jade Cauldron Immortal and Yun Zhongzi did it finally grit its teeth and swallow its anger.

Huanglong Zhenren was furious. The disgust he felt towards Wen Rui for engaging in crossbreeding with the dragons was even greater than the humiliation of having his ancestral dragon tombs dug up.

Digging up ancestral graves only means there will be nowhere to worship ancestors in the future. Mixing in dragon blood and creating a bunch of mixed-blood dragon descendants is tantamount to making him childless.

The Dragon Clan only regards pure-blooded dragons as true dragons. Those mixed-blood hybrids, such as the Nine-Headed Insect, Baxia, Taotie, Yazi, and Pulao, are considered a disgrace to the Dragon Clan and are not worthy of being called dragons.

"Why are you angry? I'm helping your dragon race maintain its diversity. Inbreeding is bad for reproductive health. Haven't you noticed that your dragon race has been declining with each generation?"

Wen Rui kindly explained, "If you insist on pure blood, there will be no more true dragons in the world in a thousand or two years, and the dragon race will be wiped out. I am fighting for a chance for your dragon race to survive. You really don't know what's good for you and are wronging an good person."

"Besides, it's no good that your descendants look too much like dragons. On the contrary, it makes them more likely to end up on the tables of the Heavenly Court's high-end banquets. These new generation descendants look like they've been mutated by radiation; they're inedible." Wen Ruike showed no remorse for having wronged the dragon race. Instead of being ashamed, he was proud of it, acting like a benefactor to the dragons. He shamelessly said, "The Heavenly Court no longer forcibly conscripts dragon descendants to be used as food or livestock. It has saved your dragon race from countless tragedies of broken families. Instead of thanking me, why are you yelling at me so loudly?"

At this point, Wen Rui's tone became more sarcastic: "Or do you think that the so-called True Dragon Clan has a better future than continuing to be food and beasts to be used by the Heavenly Court?"

This question truly stumped Master Huanglong, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

After the Investiture of the Gods was established and the Heavenly Court rose to power, Huanglong Zhenren had heard about the fate of the Dragon Clan in Kunlun.

With no powerful figures left to govern the dragon race, and the Four Seas Dragon Kings being weak and easily bullied, the dragon race has had a rather miserable existence for the past few hundred years.

The Heavenly Court openly conscripted descendants of a collateral branch of the Dragon Clan, intending to use them as ingredients for a high-end banquet dish called "Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow."

Many young dragons still believe that the Heavenly Court's summons is a great opportunity to fly to the upper realm and travel the universe.

The destinations were either the Dragon-Slaying Platform of the Heavenly Court's Imperial Kitchen or the Dragon Stable of the Imperial Carriage and Horse Administration. Going to the Dragon Stable was fine, as it meant being pulled in a carriage when the Jade Emperor traveled. But if one went to the Dragon-Slaying Platform, it meant killing a live dragon on the spot and taking its liver.

Huanglong Zhenren had many times tried to use his status as a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect and a direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun to petition his master to negotiate with the Jade Emperor and exempt the Dragon Clan from the deadly corvée labor.

But Yuanshi Tianzun simply said, "This is the calamity of the dragon race, and the will of Heaven cannot be defied!" and dismissed him.

There's nothing we can do; he's a follower of the Chan Sect. Once fate is involved, the dragon race is destined for such an unjust fate, deserving to be eaten and forced to pull carts—it's all predetermined, the cycle of heaven and earth.

Unexpectedly, Wen Rui, a remnant of the Jie Sect, used the Jie Sect's idea of ​​fighting against Heaven for a sliver of hope to change the seemingly predetermined fate of the Dragon Clan by using the evil method of mixing pure blood with the Dragon Clan. In recent years, the Heavenly Court has indeed stopped its evil policy of conscripting Dragon Clan members.

After all, the dragons that were conquered looked all sorts of strange things, and none of them looked like dragons at all.

Whether their livers taste as good as those of a pure-blooded dragon is another matter, but their mutated, radiation-induced appearance might even be highly poisonous.

They pulled the carriage, a nine-dragon jade chariot. The nine dragons were all different in height, weight and build, and looked so different that you might not even think they were the same species. If you knew it was the Jade Emperor's procession, you might think it was the Demon King appearing in the world.

Just like sea spiders, they evolved themselves to be useless, which was actually a good way to continue the survival of their species. Gradually, no gods or Buddhas had any wicked ideas about the dragon race anymore.

"I can't communicate with you bunch of science illiterate people, so I can only use body language that you can understand. You have two options!"

Ignoring the bewildered Huanglong Zhenren, Wen Rui's murderous aura surged, and the distant spaceships and technological giants slowly approached, their cannons and energy blades gleaming with a dangerous light.

"Either take off your clothes and leave alive, or fight to the bitter end and, like Chi Jingzi, have your physical body annihilated and your primordial spirit taken away. Choose one."

(End of this chapter)