My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1101 The Second Battle of the Investiture of the Gods

Master Yu Ding frowned, his voice tinged with anxiety: "If Master doesn't leave seclusion, we won't be able to obtain the decree. Are we just going to watch Fellow Daoist Chi Jingzi perish in vain, and let that Jie Sect brat humiliate us in every way?"

The thought of being forced to return to Kunlun naked made his chest feel tight, and even his breath felt hot.

Master Huanglong stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in the hall, his golden eyes filled with rage: "What decree! That Creation Celestial Venerable killed my fellow disciples, stole my magic treasures, and humiliated my body. This enmity is irreconcilable! Even without Master's decree, I will lead the Dragon Clan disciples back to raze all the cities that believe in his heretical cult to the ground!"

He was by nature fierce, and after suffering such a humiliating defeat, he could no longer suppress his murderous intent.

"Brother Huanglong, based on what I've seen and heard during my month-long infiltration of the mortal realm, the dragon race today is vastly different from what it used to be. I didn't have time to explain in detail earlier..."

Yun Zhongzi kindly reminded him, and Huanglong Zhenren suddenly realized that Wen Rui had shown him those strangely shaped second-generation dragons who looked like they had drunk nuclear waste. His vision went black, his dragon body swayed three times, and he almost choked and fainted.

"Wen Rui, you traitor, severed my dragon lineage and destroyed my dragon race's million-year-old bloodline! I will never let you live under the same sky!"

A mournful roar echoed through the Jade Void Palace, lingering for a long time.

He had initially held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that Wen Rui was deliberately provoking him by showing him a few unworthy descendants of the dragon clan. But now that Yun Zhongzi had said so, Huanglong Zhenren's anxiety finally died.

Seeing Huanglong Zhenren's impotent rage, Yun Zhongzi swallowed back what he wanted to say.

He personally felt that the dragon race now might not be as bad as before. At least in terms of expanding their population, they are much more efficient than when they focused on the bloodline of true dragons.

Dragons are inherently lustful; to put it bluntly, they can get together with anything, even monsters and demons that haven't developed intelligence. Some dragons with rather peculiar sexual fetishes can be attracted to them without any reproductive barriers.

Once the restriction that dragons could only mate with other dragons was lifted, the dragons' powerful reproductive ability was like a seal being broken, and the birth rate of newborns with dragon blood was far higher than that of other races.

Moreover, according to Yun Zhongzi's secret observations, it seems that Wen Rui had already made arrangements for spreading the dragon bloodline, which he called the "Dragon Descendant Project".

Hybrids with dragon blood are called "Claw Root Treasures". The first batch of Claw Root Treasures was born many years ago, and now they are the second and third generation. They did not start fusing dragon blood in recent years when they tried to integrate the bloodline of demonic insects into the bloodline of all living beings.

Yun Zhongzi's focus was mainly on the demon race and the monster race, especially the hybrids of the demon insect race and the human race, while he neglected the hybrids of the dragon race with the human race and other races. Now, thinking about it calmly, if a thorough survey were conducted, the number of hybrids with dragon blood should probably rank higher than that of other bloodlines.

The current composition of the Demon Alliance's population is more like descendants of the dragon than demons and monsters.

The new generation of dragons, even the pure-blooded true dragons, are gradually beginning to accept the hybridization policy implemented by the Demon Alliance. The greatest benefit the dragons have gained from hybridization is that no more of their new generation are forcibly conscripted by the Heavenly Court or the Western Religion. In a sense, they have achieved national independence and liberation. The new generation of hybrid dragons has long forgotten the glory of their race, as they have never experienced that era of their race's peak.

Many people remember that their parents, lovers, brothers, and close friends were forcibly conscripted to the Heavenly Court and never returned. Later, after making inquiries from various sources, they learned that the ascension was a hoax. The dragon clan's elites ascending to the Heavenly Court were just the gods choosing ingredients.

An elder of the Dragon Clan who had ascended to heaven once fled back to the mortal realm covered in wounds, crying out to the younger members of his clan: "Don't ascend! Don't ascend! Don't ascend!"

But before he could finish speaking, he was beheaded by the heavenly soldiers who had caught up with him and dragged back to be cooked...

Through reverse "eugenics," the dragon race evolved into sea spiders, becoming a burden on the gods' table—tasteless to eat but a pity to discard—and gradually, the number of levies from the Heavenly Court decreased.

Now, the power of the Creator Celestial Venerable in the mortal realm has risen so strongly that it is almost like a separatist regime. The Heavenly Court has not issued any decrees for many years, and the fate of the dragon race as food and livestock for the gods in the upper realm has been completely ended.

The old dragons might occasionally reminisce about their past glories, standing up and pointing fingers at the new generation of dragons, saying that each generation is worse than the last. The new generation of dragons, however, increasingly supports the Demon Alliance and scorns those old dragons.

Those old dragons have coarse flesh and a rough texture, so they don't have to worry about ending up on the Heavenly Court's dinner table. They will never be summoned, but they will spend their entire lives rotting in some stinking ditch in the mortal world, reminiscing about the glorious past of the dragon race.

The younger generation of dragons, however, possesses endless possibilities beyond being food, cart-pulling animals, decorative objects coiled on pillars, or guarding stinking ditches.

Yun Zhongzi, on the contrary, felt that the fate of the dragon race was full of hope and uncertainty under Wen Rui's influence. However, he simply couldn't explain this to Huanglong Zhenren, the living fossil of the dragon race, who was still living in the dream of past glory.

Yun Zhongzi pondered his words for a moment, then thoughtfully advised, "Fellow Daoists, please calm down! Master's seclusion must have profound reasons. How can we act rashly? The celestial secrets are currently in a state of confusion, and Wen Rui has already gained momentum. Let's wait until Master emerges from seclusion before making any plans. If we act rashly and our actions contradict the celestial secrets that Master has comprehended, the consequences will be unimaginable..."

"Consequences? Could there be worse consequences than this?"

Guang Chengzi suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Yun Zhongzi, his tone filled with resentment: "The three of us returned to Kunlun naked, becoming a laughingstock in the Three Realms; Fellow Daoist Chi Jingzi perished, his primordial spirit was seized, and he couldn't even bring back his remains; the Fan Tian Seal, the Zhan Xian Sword, and other supreme treasures fell into enemy hands, and the Chan Sect lost all face! If we continue, by the time Master emerges from seclusion, the Chan Sect's lineage in the mortal realm will have been completely plundered by the Jie Sect!"

Master Yu Ding echoed, "Fellow Daoist Guang Chengzi is right! We can't wait any longer! We don't know when Master will finish his seclusion. If we wait until Master comes out, the remnants of the Jie Sect will probably have already grown stronger. It will be even more difficult to take revenge then! Why don't we send a message to the other disciples, gather our forces, and directly storm the Creation Palace of the Heavenly Court to retrieve the magic treasure and avenge Chi Jingzi!"

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Huanglong Zhenren's eyes, which had been nearly filled with despair due to the defection of the entire Dragon Clan to the enemy. He quickly nodded and said, "Good! I will immediately send a message to my fellow Daoists Taiyi Zhenren and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, asking them to come to Kunlun as soon as possible! This time, we must let the Creation Heavenly Venerable know that we Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are not people who can be bullied!"

Guang Chengzi clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, saying, "At the same time, we must also send a message to the Western Sect, asking them to once again ally with our Chan Sect to fight against the Jie Sect! This time, we must uproot the Jie Sect completely, and we absolutely cannot leave any remnants to cause endless trouble!"

(End of this chapter)