Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

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.

Xuanmo didn't know either. The Dragon Clan's fortune was completely different from that of a company; it wouldn't whisper in Xuanmo's ear, "Welcome to the Dragon Clan, this great company, keep up the good work," or anything like that. It would only silently impose its fate on him, whether he wanted it or not. The Dragon Clan's domineering nature was on full display 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.

Moreover, Xuanmo was not alone. Two of those gazes immediately focused on Su Mu's side. Su Mu didn't say much, but she saw the message "Let's talk in detail when we have time" in one of those gazes.

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 shuddered, feeling refreshed and invigorated. "He can still calculate!" Cao Chen was just saying; it was impossible for him to do it again so soon. Although Su Mu and the others were protecting him, calculating heavenly secrets was ultimately different from speaking them aloud. If he were to do it again, he'd probably lose half his life.

"Speaking of which, can you recover from the injuries you sustained while prying into the secrets of heaven?" the old goat asked, looking at Cao Chen, whose temples had turned white.

"Yes, a huge deficit in cause and effect won't be a problem," Cao Chen said.

Meanwhile, Xuanmo, seeing that Cao Chen was severely in debt due to his own actions, prepared to help him recover. "Wait a minute, sir."

Su Mu knew what Xuan Mo wanted, and handed the dragon painting to Xuan Mo: "From now on, this painting is yours to keep."

"Huh?" Xuanmo tilted his head.

"What? This is yours, isn't it? Do you expect your husband to keep keeping it for you forever? You should make your own plans."

"Alright." Xuan Mo accepted the Dragon Map. He wasn't stupid; he knew Su Mu was just joking, and it was for his own good. Having an extra treasure meant extra safety. Besides, the Dragon Map had been closely related to him from the beginning; only with this map could he unleash his full power.

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, a return gift."

"What is this?" Cao Chen didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the spiritual herb. Looking at the boundless vitality and traces of dragon might within it, he asked curiously.

Ambergris.

"Pfft! Hahaha." The Mirage Dragon almost spat out the sip of tea it had just taken, then burst into laughter 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 approached. Even dragon's saliva grass was still grass, and he wanted to taste it. Given his relationship with Xuanmo, he wasn't going to stand on ceremony.

"There's quite a lot, here you go." Xuanmo then took out another gun 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," Xuanmo wanted to remind him. He had shared some with the aquatic creatures, and some of them had grown dragon scales after eating them, although those scales disappeared after a few days. He guessed the old goat wouldn't like the feeling of having dragon scales. But he was overthinking it.

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 to try it now, unlike before when he had such a strong attachment to herbs, but he couldn't shake the habit of tasting them. He still preferred spiritual herbs to other foods. He had loved herbs his whole life, even now that he had taken human form.