I am a living immortal.

Xuan Mo said he'd learned all this from someone. Curious, Su Mu questioned him, and learned from Xuan Mo that it was an old turtle—one he'd rescued in the desert. The turtle had traveled thousands of miles across several countries, finally collapsing in front of an oasis. Xuan Mo had just spotted it through the water veins and saved it.

Afterward, the old turtle became Xuan Mo's retainer, maintaining the well-maintained aquatic life within the water vein. To gain Xuan Mo's trust, the old turtle gave him the spirit pearl from his mouth. This pearl had been with the old turtle since birth, practically the other half of his life. Xuan Mo subsequently learned a great deal from the old turtle.

However, most of the time, Xuan Mo was asleep, integrating his water veins. It was the appearance of the old turtle that prevented any trouble from happening among the aquatic creatures.

Su Mu was truly impressed upon hearing this. Xuan Mo truly possessed great luck. Whatever talent he needed, it simply arrived. Interestingly, every Dragon King seemed to be accompanied by a Turtle Prime Minister. This strange combination was quite common among the aquatic tribes.

If you think about it, it makes sense: the old turtle's wisdom and long lifespan allow these creatures to experience much, and with much experience comes insight. If loyal, wouldn't they be a useful assistant? Just like Xuan Mo, the hands-off boss, without the old turtle, Xuan Mo wouldn't have had such an easy life. Conversely, the old turtle's long lifespan results in slower progress in strength—heaven and earth are fair. Therefore, to become stronger, one needs a better environment, a richer aquatic spiritual energy. Where else can aquatic spiritual energy be as rich as that of water veins, or even that of a true dragon? It's a two-way race, so to speak.

Su Mu couldn't help but smile at the thought. Xuan Mo was a little confused, but he didn't stop. He quickly finished the plate of cakes and drank a sip of spiritual tea.

“Sir, when are we going back?”

Su Mu: "I'm leaving now. I'm waiting for you. Now that you're here, it's time for us to go back."

Xuan Mo smiled, then turned his gaze towards the others. Needless to say, the old goat was familiar to Su Mu. If Su Mu was the first to know him, then the old goat was the second. However, this was the first time he had seen an old goat in human form, and it seemed a bit strange. He took one look at it, then another.

The old goat rolled his eyes, letting the little creature experience it for itself. In his mind, it was a stupid fish, while in Xuan Mo's mind, the old goat was a goat with a gluttony and a tendency to go crazy. This was true even though both sides now possessed considerable strength.

As for Mirage Dragon, he also recognized him. The scene of being beaten by Su Mu was still vivid in his mind. Seeing his eyes, Mirage Dragon's smile froze - this little thing was definitely thinking something presumptuous. This was intuition, and in beings like Mirage Dragon, it was called perception, which was 100% accurate. He was a little reluctant to give the gift in his hand.

But in the end, he didn't share Xuan Mo's sentiments. He opened his hand, and a deep blue bracelet appeared in his grasp. A small dragon lay lazily on the bracelet, and when it saw Xuan Mo, it raised its head.

"A gift for you." Mirage Dragon pushed the bracelet towards Xuan Mo. This was a dragon he had found in the cave. Its bloodline was a little thin, but it was a real dragon.

When Xuan Mo saw the bracelet, his eyes lit up, but he did not accept it immediately. Instead, he looked at Su Mu.

"Take it, it's a token of your appreciation."

"Thank you!" Xuan Mo thanked Shenlong, then slipped the bracelet on one hand. With his other hand, he flicked the bracelet gently, infusing it with watery energy. The small dragon perched on the bracelet roared, shedding its jeweled form and swimming around Xuan Mo. It was a black dragon, ferocious in appearance, yet subservient to Xuan Mo.

After playing with it for a while, Xuan Mo put it back. He liked it very much.

Cao Chen couldn't help but sigh: "Using a dragon as a bracelet is truly extravagant." This dragon possesses immense power, at least in the Cave Heaven World, on par with the Master. While its realm might not be quite the same, its dragon-like physique and control of water vapor make it invincible against the Master. If Xuan Mo weren't a dragon himself, and a Dragon King himself, he doubted the black dragon would have surrendered so easily.

While Cao Chen was looking at Xuan Mo, Xuan Mo was also looking at Cao Chen. After all, this was the only stranger he had never seen before.

"Cao Chen, fortune teller." Cao Chen introduced himself.

"It occasionally serves as a compass." Mirage Dragon added with a smile.

"Yes!" Cao Chen nodded. As the weakest fighter present, he was very self-aware. It was this self-awareness that made him feel comfortable in Su Mu's small group.

Xuan Mo was also a very outgoing person. Since he was a friend of the Master, he was his friend, so they quickly became familiar with each other. Cao Chen even read Xuan Mo's fortune, and it was this fortune that nearly cost him his life. This reading involved a secret, a secret concerning the dragon clan. Since he had already read it, he might as well do it thoroughly and lose half his life.

Even Su Mu wasn't entirely clear on the secrets he'd calculated. If it weren't for Cao Chen's previous enlightenment, he'd probably be dead by now. This was enough to demonstrate the antiquity and vast implications of this secret.

Xuan Mo was truly blessed with great luck. This great luck was connected to the dragon clan. The dragon clan was powerful, distinct from demons, controlling the world's great rivers. Unlike gods, they were not bound by the laws of heaven and earth, making them a powerful and unique race.

When Xuan Mo became a dragon, he inadvertently inherited a portion of the dragon clan's luck. This luck is similar to the relationship between humans and "humanity." The dragon clan's luck is a "Way" similar to "humanity," yet it is not a Way, but luck. It is the combined luck of hundreds of true dragons since the birth of the first dragon.

Ancient and mysterious. These auras, unlike those of humans, favor every dragon in the entire dragon clan. This is partly due to the small number of dragons and the large number of humans. Therefore, when Xuan Mo became a dragon, he naturally received gifts from the dragon clan.

But his situation differed somewhat from that of the other dragons. If anything, the other dragons resembled a company, climbing the ladder step by step, acquiring more "shares" (or, in other words, luck) the higher they went. The Dragon Kings and True Dragons were among the most prominent. The Zhenghai War was a major shareholder reshuffle, redividing the Nine Rivers and Eight Veins, and it was these seventeen shareholders who received the largest shareholdings in the Dragon Clan company—after all, the dragon clan's luck was limited.

Xuan Mo, however, was different. He brought in capital and shares, landing directly in a high position. He didn't have to work his way up from the bottom like the other dragons. He expanded the dragon clan with a water vein, and naturally, the dragon clan, this "company," would grant him "shares," without even needing the consent of the other dragons.