I am a living immortal.

This, then, explains Xuan Mo's extraordinary luck—it's an equal exchange from the Dragon Clan. Su Mu hadn't anticipated the complexities involved. This is also why, even without publicizing the news of the water vein, all the water tribes are already aware. The Dragon Clan is the parent company, and the other water tribes are subsidiaries. With a vacant position at the top, wouldn't the capable be scheming? Wouldn't they be going crazy?

This secret connected everything he had experienced before. Su Mu was also shocked. Cao Chen's calculation revealed a shocking secret. The two Dragon Kings he knew wouldn't tell him this, after all, Su Mu wasn't a dragon.

Xuan Mo didn't know either. The Dragon Clan's destiny was distinct from that of the company. It wouldn't whisper to Xuan Mo, "Welcome to become a shareholder of this giant Dragon Clan company! Keep working hard!" It would simply silently impose fate upon him, regardless of his wishes. The Dragon Clan's dominance was fully demonstrated at this moment.

However, Su Mu didn't think this was all good. Luck meant a deep bond with the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan's stable growth was a blessing, but if the company faced major problems, the major shareholders would be the first to be caught. The benefits outweighed the disadvantages. After all, if the Dragon Clan could sink, the world must be in serious trouble, perhaps even a world war.

By then, even if you jumped ship from the Dragon Clan, you wouldn't be immune. As for internal issues, while the Dragon Clan is plagued by numerous factions and complex ties, they all ultimately aim to improve the clan. The major shareholders aren't fools; they've been tied together and understand the principle of shared suffering. The occasional idiot or two isn't a big deal; it won't change the course of the Dragon Clan's ship.

Cao Chen thought this gift was truly precious. This fortune-telling wasn't as simple as it seemed. Cao Chen knew it was just good luck. When he touched upon the most fundamental secret of the dragon race, he could sense countless gazes peering over him from afar. Those eyes held suspicion, anger, sharpness, and inquiry.

If he hadn't had Su Mu, the Mirage Dragon, and the Old Goat by his side, he would have been attacked. Su Mu and the others' strength deterred the dragons from making any rash moves. And most crucially, Xuan Mo's dragon luck and strength completely dissuaded the dragons from any attempt to attack. A major shareholder inspecting a company, even if it involved core confidential information, was perfectly natural.

And Xuan Mo wasn't alone. Two of these gazes immediately focused on Su Mu. Su Mu didn't chat much, but she saw a message from one of them saying, "Let's talk more when we have time."

When everything calmed down, Cao Chen was soaked. He had never been stared at by so many dragons before, many of whom were real dragons, or rather, all of them were top-notch real dragons.

Su Mu handed Cao Chen a cup of tea, letting him relax. Cao Chen had gradually adapted to these outrageous things. He had been calculating more and more advanced lately: from the moment Yujiang captured him, calculating the attainments of enlightenment, calculating the cave heavens, and even calculating the core secrets of the dragon clan, the difficulty was increasing.

But he was enjoying it. These secrets were taboos that the old antiques of the Tianyan Sect would never touch in their lifetime, yet he had touched them time and again, as if they were no man's land. It turned out that leaving the mountain was the right decision.

After drinking the spiritual tea, he felt refreshed. "It's still possible!" Cao Chen said, but it was impossible for him to do it again in such a short time. Although he had Su Mu and the others to protect him, the secrets of heaven were different from what he said. If he did it again, he would probably lose the other half of his life.

"By the way, can the injuries you suffered from spying on the secrets of heaven be healed?" asked the old goat, looking at Cao Chen, whose temples were turning white.

"Yes, a huge loss in karma won't be a problem." Cao Chen said.

On the other side, Xuan Mo saw that Cao Chen had lost a lot of money because of him, so he prepared to make up for it. "Wait a minute, sir."

Su Mu knew what Xuan Mo wanted and handed the Jackie Chan picture to Xuan Mo: "From now on, this picture will be yours for safekeeping."

"Ah?" Xuan Mo tilted his head.

"What? This is originally yours. Do you really want Mr. to keep it for you? It's time to make your own plans."

"Alright." Xuan Mo took the Jackie Chan Diagram. He wasn't stupid; he knew Su Mu's words were just a joke, and they were for his own good. Having one more treasure on hand meant a little more security. Besides, the Jackie Chan Diagram had been closely tied to him from the beginning; only with it could he unleash his full potential.

Cao Chen could only say that he was envious. His own strength was not weak, and coupled with all these treasures, was this the epitome of pampering?

Xuan Mo rummaged through the Jackie Chan painting and quickly pulled out a spiritual herb, handing it to Cao Chen: "Here, it's courtesy."

"What is this?" Cao Chen was not polite. He took the spiritual herb, looked at the majestic vitality and the hint of dragon power in it, and asked curiously.

“Ambergris.”

"Pfft!! Hahaha." Mirage Dragon almost spit out the tea he had just taken a sip of, then laughed out loud a few times.

Cao Chen nodded quietly. This was ambergris, not ambergris, and even if it was ambergris, it was a rare commodity. There were many dragons in the world, but how many were there? Only a hundred or so. He thanked her and, exerting a little pressure, the ambergris transformed into a powerful life force that flowed into his body. His gray hair instantly turned black. It was truly effective.

"How much do you have? Give me a handful." The old goat came over. Ambergris is also a grass, and he wanted to taste it. Given his relationship with Xuan Mo, he was not polite.

"There are quite a lot. Here you go." Xuan Mo took out another handful from the Jackie Chan picture and gave it to the old goat.

The old goat sniffed it first, then tore off one and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to stuff all the magical herbs into his mouth and chew them.

"Eat less," Xuan Mo wanted to warn. He had given some to the water creatures, and some of them had grown dragon scales all over their bodies after eating it, though they disappeared after a few days. He figured the old goat wouldn't like the feeling of growing dragon scales. But he was worrying too much.

The old goat's strength quickly suppressed the turbulent life force in his body, as well as the faint dragon energy.

"It tastes good," he commented. The old goat didn't ask for more. He just wanted a taste now. He didn't have the same intense obsession with grass as before, but he couldn't break the habit of trying it. He also liked spiritual herbs more than any other food. He had always loved grass, even now that he had transformed.