Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

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've been waiting for you. Now that you're here, we should head back too."

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." The Mirage Dragon pushed the bracelet towards Xuan Mo. This was a dragon he had found in the cave; its bloodline was somewhat diluted, but it was a genuine 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 my appreciation."

"Thank you!!" Xuan Mo thanked the mirage dragon, then put the bracelet on one hand. He gently flicked the bracelet with his other hand, infusing it with watery energy. The small dragon perched on the bracelet let out a roar, shed its gemstone form, and swam around Xuan Mo. It was a black dragon, its appearance somewhat ferocious, yet it was 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, a fortune teller," Cao Chen introduced himself.

"Occasionally, it also acts as a compass," the mirage dragon added with a laugh.

"Yes!" Cao Chen nodded. As the weakest fighter present, he was well aware of his own limitations. It was precisely this self-awareness that allowed him to blend in seamlessly into 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 Xuanmo transformed into a dragon, he received a portion of the dragon race's fortune in the unseen realm. This fortune is similar to the relationship between humans and "humanity." The dragon race's fortune is similar to the "way" of "humanity," but it is not a way; rather, it is fortune. This is an aggregate of fortune formed by 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.

However, his situation was somewhat different from that of other dragons. If one had to describe it, other dragons were like companies, climbing the ranks step by step, gaining more "shares" (or luck) the higher they went. Dragon Kings and True Dragons were among the best. The Great War of the Seas was essentially a major reshuffling of the shareholders; the re-division of the Nine Rivers and Eight Veins meant that seventeen shareholders acquired the largest number of shares in the dragon company—after all, the dragons' luck is finite.

However, Xuanmo was different. He brought his own capital and was directly appointed to a high position. Unlike other dragons, he didn't have to work hard to climb up from the bottom. He expanded the dragon clan with a water vein, and naturally, the dragon clan "company" would grant him "shares," without needing the consent of other dragons.