The little fire dragon looked down upon this kind of ordinary-looking trash. It just used its front paws to pick up the colorful gems and smiled foolishly. Occasionally, it glanced towards Wen Yun warily, fearing that its master would confiscate its treasures.
After counting these things again and again, he quietly pulled Ye Shubai's hair, half covered his mouth with his fat claws and whispered: "Put it away for me, Dad."
Although its belly is big enough to swallow a whole treasure trove, it always feels uncomfortable.
The little dragon shouted smoothly.
It thought that this was just a nice guy card. The sword cultivators were really not smart. They would do whatever they were told just because they were praised as nice guys.
At that moment, the little fire dragon made up his mind that from now on, whenever he saw a sword cultivator, he would call him dad, and he would definitely live a comfortable life.
Sure enough, after calling "Dad", Ye Shubai put all the garbage into the mustard seed bag.
The little fire dragon was satisfied, and immediately lay down on the ground to make up for the sleep he had spent searching for treasure all night.
However, Ye Shubai suddenly called it: "Xiaohong."
He didn't even lift the small fire faucet and ignored it.
So he changed his nickname to "Xiao Long."
Only then did it wag its tail to show its attention.
"Where did you pick these things up?"
"I don't know. Don't dream. I have searched all the way to the east for a thousand miles until the canyon. There are no more treasures for you to find."
After all, it is a fire dragon, so it is not a problem for it to transform into a huge original form and fly thousands of miles at night. If you ask why it usually stays in Wen Yun's arms without moving a step, it is because it is lazy.
Ye Shubai laughed, but did not stop there. He asked again: "This bone was also found in the canyon? Have you found other bones?"
The little fire dragon was too lazy to even lift its eyelids. It had accidentally swallowed this thing when it was swallowing a gem, and it was still unclear what it was. When it heard Ye Shubai say that it was a bone, it perked up and spit out a mouthful of saliva to express its disgust. As for opening its eyes to see it, that was impossible.
"I don't know. Go find it yourself. I'm going to sleep now. Kneel down, idiot."
Ye Shubai really stopped asking questions. He pressed his slender fingers on the golden thread on the bone, feeling the strange power in it. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and finally looked up at Wen Yun who was drawing a formation in front of him.
If he was not mistaken, the power transmitted by the golden thread was almost exactly the same as the golden energy on Wen Yun's body.
Both are a mixture of magic and spiritual power.
It took Wen Yun two whole days to successfully set up the directional teleportation array. He was just about to teleport back to the Tenth Peak to take a nap before coming back again, but he was tripped by this bone.
Hearing that it was another piece of garbage sent by Charmander, Wen Yun became interested. He stole a glance at the sleeping dragon and moved closer to Ye Shubai.
"It's kind of dragon is very good at finding treasures, but its taste is vulgar. You should prepare some fancy gems so that you can exchange them for real treasures next time."
A faint smile appeared in Ye Shubai's eyes. He nodded and answered solemnly: "I understand."
Then, he handed this lucky treasure to Wen Yun.
After the long bone was in Wen Yun's hand, she weighed it and found that the energy in the magic wand was similar to the golden power in her dantian.
Wen Yun's first thought was that the length and thickness of the bone were just right, and his second thought was to summon a fireball and throw it to the side to test its power.
Do it when you think of it.
She waved the bone very casually, thinking that this time it would be a fireball as big as a fist, but she didn't expect that the fireball that came out would be comparable to the size of Charmander... as big as a pig!
The temperature in the cave suddenly rose, and a bright red flame flashed, carrying a hot breath and quickly falling on the fire dragon pig at the edge of the cave.
Wen Yun's eyes lit up. This bone was so useful!
The little fire dragon that was sleeping soundly suddenly jumped up, opened its wings on its back and flapped them wildly: "Who! Who wants to murder Lord Fire Dragon and inherit my treasure house!"
Wen Yun didn't even look at it, but studied the bone in his hand. He pointed it out without any emotion: "Don't pretend. You are immune to fire. This fire can't even burn a hair of yours."
"That's nonsense. Have you ever seen a dragon with hair?"
The little fire dragon opened its mouth angrily and wanted to bite someone, but Wen Yun grabbed its wings and lifted it up. She stood up swiftly and walked out of the cave carrying the little fire dragon.
He did not forget to coax the little pig in his mouth: "Okay, stop making trouble. Take me to where I can find the bone, dear."
The last word "good" finally calmed the little fire dragon. It reluctantly transformed into its true form and crawled skillfully at Wen Yun's feet, rolling its eyes and saying, "Come on, come up."
As the spirit of Wen Yun's wand, Charmander not only doubles the power of the wand, but also serves as its mount.
After all, magicians are physically weak and need to stay focused when casting spells, so it would be more convenient to fight while riding a dragon, and their combat effectiveness would soar.
"Everyone else is a dragon rider, I'm a dragon mage."
This sentence is Wen Yun's catchphrase that he has boasted about countless times. The little fire dragon said that this was an insult to the dragon clan, but his body was still honestly carrying Wen Yun around.
However, the familiar feeling of weight did not appear.
The little fire dragon looked behind him in confusion, only to see that Wen Yun had already used the sword-controlling technique at some point, with a black fire stick under his feet hanging upright and elegantly in the air... It was a real fire stick, not the kind that could be used as a magic wand.
This fire stick is not as majestic and beautiful as a dragon!
Seeing this, Charmander's eyes turned red, and he asked angrily: "Why don't you ride me anymore!"
Wen Yun, who was holding the fire stick, looked down at the dragon and asked suspiciously, "Don't you dislike being ridden by me? You said that I made your waist ache and that this would undermine the dignity of you, the Fire Dragon."
“If you kneel down and beg me, I will still let you ride me once…” Charmander muttered reluctantly, and put his head on the ground pretending to be indifferent, which is the dragon’s gesture of submission.
However, Master Wen Yun was too considerate and said with a hearty smile, "No, you are still a young dragon, it is not good to ride you, it would be a pity if you don't grow up in the future, so I can just control the stick myself."
After saying that, she waved to Ye Shubai: "Come on up, I'll give you a ride."
The little fire dragon's big tail was swinging rapidly because of its annoyance. It watched the two people flying into the sky together with a fire stick, and felt infinite dissatisfaction in its heart.
Why not ride it anymore
Why don’t you take it with Xiaobai
The huge pair of wings behind the golden-red dragon flapped, bringing with it several strong winds and waves, blowing Wen Yun and Ye Shubai in the sky tottering.
After doing this, the little fire dragon felt satisfied. It flew happily towards the canyon in the east while breathing fire.
Of course, while flying, he did not forget to secretly spit fire at the fire stick in front of him to show his anger.
The journey of Long Feiyun's flight was extremely long, and Wen Yun only arrived at the canyon in the little fire dragon's mouth at dusk.
This place looks desolate, as if it has reached the edge of the Xuantian Secret Realm and the spiritual power is exhausted.
There was only dead grass growing on the surface, and even the branches of the few short trees were twisted and rugged. There was not a trace of the beautiful charm of a fairyland, nor was there the abundance of resources like the places they had visited before.
Ye Shubai and Wen Yun had never been here before, and they had no idea how strong the little fire dragon's determination to find treasure was that he could fly to such a far place in one breath.
The little fire dragon retracted its wings, and the magic power on its body flashed, and it transformed from a terrifying fire dragon into its previous appearance as a little red pig.
It shouted impatiently, "Here we are, here we are. Humans are such a nuisance."
However, Ye Shubai and Wen Yun remained suspended in the air above the canyon and did not come down for a long time.
All they were looking at was the canyon, which had smooth edges and was narrow and long. From a distance, it looked like a sword.
As the dusk deepened, there was still some faint light, but the canyon had long been corroded by darkness and there was no trace of light.
Ye Shubai is a genius of the Qingliu Sword Sect. He has been practicing sword since he was young and has mastered every sword technique of the sect.
And in his memory, Wen Yun accompanied him for a hundred years, during which time he started practicing swordsmanship from scratch.
After some training, both of them mastered the essence of sword transformation and naturally understood the origin of the canyon below.
"From south to north." Wen Yun still held the bone in his hand and slowly pressed it down, gesturing along the direction of the canyon. He whispered, "The mark of this canyon is a sword mark. To be more precise, it is a sword mark created by the sword intent."
"And it's the Qingyun Sword Technique." Ye Shubai naturally followed her words and analyzed them. His clear and mellow voice was slightly low, but he remained calm and composed: "It is said that the Qingyun Sword Technique was actually improved by Master Su Yuan, and he was also able to use the sword to transform into a human form in the past."
As the voice fell, the man drew out the sword of light wood, his fingertips pressed on the hilt, as smooth as jade, his eyes fixed on the canyon with a shallow and distant gaze, his spiritual power surged and gathered at the tip of the sword.
The fire suddenly lit up, the phoenix cried clearly, and the little fire dragon lying below also tilted its neck to look over.
A sword energy chopped down fiercely. The sword force was the last move of Qingyun sword technique. After falling diagonally, the remaining turbulent sword energy was almost exactly the same as the direction of the canyon. However, his sword energy was still thinner than that of the canyon. It seemed that his cultivation was still far behind Su Yuan.
A cool night breeze blew, and a strand of the man's thick black hair was blown down on his forehead. Ye Shubai's eyes, as cold as autumn water, froze for a moment, and seemed to be a little confused.
"Senior Su Yuan has been here before." His voice was deep and a little depressed. "He made a death bet with someone here."
Wen Yun's throat seemed to be clogged with something, and even breathing became dull and painful.
She had learned the Qingyun sword technique. Even though the four masters could only see Ye Shubai and taught him face to face, Wen Yun appeared to be lazy, but in fact she consciously listened to all their teachings.
The Qingyun sword technique is different from the Liulan sword technique which is known for its body movements. This sword technique contains killing moves everywhere, especially the last move, which almost abandons all defense. Using this move in actual combat is almost like having the intention of dying together.
A very terrifying guess emerged in Wen Yun's mind.
Who was with Senior Su Yuan when he ascended
Immortal.
Was he fighting a life-and-death battle with the immortal? What was the reason? Could it be because of the words he screamed, "Don't ascend"
So... there's actually something wrong with the ascension thing
Wen Yun's heart was beating very fast. She clenched her bones and followed Ye Shubai into the canyon to explore.
Under the illumination of the huge night pearl, the dark red sand and gravel were all polished smooth by the wind and sand. Occasionally, some pale animal bones could be seen in the valley, but not a single human skeleton could be found.
"Xiaohong."
Wen Yun called out to the back, and the little fire dragon ran over, took the night pearl from her hand and held it high to illuminate.
"Where did you find the bone?"
The little fire dragon also realized that Wen Yun was doing serious work, so he didn't act up or throw a tantrum. He took her to that place sensibly.
In the center of the canyon, it was no different from other places, and there were no other bones left.
"This bone either belongs to Su Yuan or to someone he wants to kill. I understand the logic."
Wen Yun sighed: "But this bone is obviously not something that can be grown by humans. Now we don't even know what species the other party is. How can we guess?"
This is not the shape of human bones, so it is not the body of Senior Suyuan.
Instead, the little fire dragon wagged its tail and looked at the bone again and again, and finally sniffed it carefully. A hint of confusion appeared in its round eyes, and it stretched out its short claws to scratch its head.
Ye Shubai noticed its reaction, looked down, and asked softly, "Xiaohong, do you know this thing?"
"You may not believe me." This time, Charmander didn't care about the name. He flew up and sniffed the bone. His tone became more certain: "I smell the scent of a dragon on this bone."
After saying that, it added: "Of course, the smell of this dragon is far less fresh and attractive than that of this Fire Dragon, and it has been too long, the smell has almost dissipated, and I can't tell its specific species, but I am sure it is a dragon."
The first thing Ye Shubai thought of was a flying dragon with scales and claws. This creature only existed in ancient legends in the mortal world. No one in the cultivation world believed in its existence because no one had ever actually seen a dragon.
But that flying dragon and Charmander were obviously not the same kind of dragon, and it probably had never smelled the scent of that kind of dragon.
The first thing Wen Yun thought of was...
"Xiaohong, show your true form first."
Xiaohong showed its original form as instructed, but Wen Yun held the bone and compared it with its body for a long time, but could not find out where the bone should grow.
One reason is that this piece of bone was obviously chopped off, and another reason is that Xiaohong was too fat, and when you touch her, you can only feel the fat, so you can't really tell the length of the bone.
Wen Yun shook his head at Ye Shubai and said, "I can't figure it out, but the appearance of a dragon in Xuantian Secret Realm is absurd to me. It can't be that the immortals also raise dragons as pets, right?"
Or maybe some dragon god from the magic world went to the wrong world and came to the world of cultivation, and then fought with Su Yuan
But this bone clearly has golden supernatural powers, which are not the power of the magic world.
Wen Yun held the bone in his hand and sighed, "Or is there another dragon that came from the magic world to the cultivation world like me and successfully cultivated spiritual power? I don't believe it. My dragon can't cultivate spiritual power, so how can others be more capable?"
After all that talk, I still can’t believe that dragon bones would appear in the Xuantian Secret Realm.
Charmander blushed, but unfortunately its skin was also red, so the other two couldn't see clearly.
It could only shout out in a louder voice: "I didn't lie to you, this thing is really a dragon bone. I can still smell the dragon smell on it even after a thousand years. I didn't find it before just because I didn't pay attention to it!"
The mighty Fire Dragon was questioned about his ability, and □□ was angry and annoyed.
What's more, Wen Yun now has two new spirits, and the old spirit is facing the crisis of being eliminated, so he is more anxious to prove himself.
Flames ignited on the little fire dragon's tail, and the golden-red flames spread from the tip of its tail to its entire body.
Finally, the whole little dragon turned into a beam of fire and rushed straight into the bone!
Wen Yun had no time to stop it.
It all happened so fast that she couldn't even see Charmander's movements. She subconsciously reached out to grab it, but only touched the tip of its hot tail.
Her mind went blank, her face turned pale with horror, and she almost lost her voice.
The spiritual sea has lost the sense of Charmander's mark!
This mark is a mark of the master-servant contract, and it can only be removed when one party dies. Now Wen Yun is still alive and well, so the little fire dragon is gone, right? !
Ye Shubai quickly caught her falling body and supported her entire weight.
Wen Yun's mind was already confused, as if hundreds of magicians were chanting killing curses in her ears, over and over again.
Only after taking a deep breath did she regain her voice with difficulty: "Spirit cannot parasitize randomly, especially on someone else's body, otherwise it will easily dissipate... I can't sense it..."
Dragon bones are also part of other dragons' bodies.
"The origin of this bone is unknown. Xiaohong just went in and... it was gone."
Her heart ached with every word she spoke, and her throat was choked with rough gravel, making it difficult for her to speak.
I only regretted that I wasn't gentle enough to Charmander and didn't coax it well just now.
Knowing that it was stupid and impulsive, she should have just followed its lead.
It said it was a dragon bone, so she should believe it was a dragon bone.
There are even dragons that look like pigs in this world, so can't there be other strange dragons
What if there really is a dragon that practices both magic and spiritual power
Even more outrageous guesses -
What if the so-called immortal is actually a fat dragon
Thinking of the heavy red piglet that was just making noise in front of him, lively and cute, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, Wen Yun's eyes suddenly became extremely sore.
A teardrop hung on the lower eyelash, about to fall.
Just as the tear rolled down her cheek to her chin, a strange vision occurred.
The bones in Wen Yun's hand suddenly burst into flames, the bright golden-red color almost burned her eyes, and the connection of the soul imprint became clear again.
A clear, young boy's voice spoke arrogantly from the firelight—
"Look, look! Stupid magician, I told you this is a dragon bone! My bone is too small to be used, so this is just right for you."
"Look, I have successfully integrated it into this not-so-gorgeous dragon bone. You don't have to slowly remake a staff! Although it's not as good as my own, it's much better than that flamboyant tree. Come on, what kind of staff do you want? I can change its shape for you now!"
The spirit is parasitic in the weapon and becomes one with the weapon. It is not difficult to manipulate and change the appearance of the weapon.
For example, Wen Yun’s magic wand in his previous life would change its shape every two days, all of which were made by the claw pen of this fat dragon.
Half of the little fire dragon's body was still inside the bones, with only its head sticking out. It would occasionally spit out a ball of dragon fire to change the shape of the dragon bone. "How about a star-moon shape? The style used by the Holy Maiden of Light, the favorite of female magicians!"
It was very excited, but after a while it felt dissatisfied and spewed out dragon fire again: "No, this one is not domineering enough, how about a skull-headed one?"
The dragon bone that it had fused with kept changing its shape under the dragon flame, and Charmander was also enjoying it.
Finally, it turned the bones into a dragon-headed staff, but it was not the skull dragon head from before, but a stupid round head that looked like itself.
In the night light, the magic wand faintly glowed with the luster of fire, and a thin golden thread seemed to spread through it. Because the little fire dragon had already parasitized it, Wen Yun, who had a soul contract with it, could now sense the existence of the magic wand freely. Even though she had not yet used it to cast a spell, she could still sense the tremendous power surging within it.
This power even gave Wen Yun a vague illusion: if he used this magic wand to cast a forbidden spell, he might be able to kill a god.
The little dragon was very satisfied with his work, and said complacently: "This wand is not bad, it has one tenth of the style of my dragon bone, so I'll take it."
Wen Yun's tears were still hanging on her chin, but her eyes were getting colder and colder, as if she was watching Charmander die.
When this guy finished designing the new dragon bone wand and was about to crawl back into the wand to sleep, Wen Yun grabbed his head and pulled him out.
"Why can you enter this dragon bone?"
"Hehe, I am the Fire Dragon who possesses the blood of the Dragon God..."
Wen Yun interrupted his boasting coldly: "Don't talk nonsense."
The little fire dragon had no choice but to lower his head and confess honestly: "This bone seems to have the blood of the Dragon God, so I concluded that it is a dragon bone. It is also for this reason that I, who share the same blood, can parasitize it freely."
Wen Yun was speechless.
So there's a reason why this guy is so sure this is a dragon bone!
"Then why did our master-servant contract lose its sensitivity just now?"
Hearing Wen Yun's question, the little fire dragon was immediately proud, and said proudly with his tail raised: "Our great dragon god bloodline will never be enslaved!"
"Speak dragon language, don't brag."
The little fire dragon hugged its front paws in front of its chest and said slowly: "I, the Fire Dragon, never brag. My bloodline is the noble bloodline of the Dragon. What do you, a stupid human, know?"
"My successful parasitism into this bone means that its divine dragon bloodline has also been integrated into me. I am a brand new me. The previous master-servant contract is naturally invalid. Tsk, there is actually a second person with the great dragon god bloodline besides me. It seems that my dragon race is about to revive, and a counterattack on humans is just around the corner..."
Noticing that Wen Yun's expression was not very good, the little fire dragon quickly changed the subject and wagged its tail vigorously: "Of course, this dragon is loyal and righteous! Look, I took the initiative to renew the master-servant contract immediately, didn't I?"
"If you dare to hit the great Lord Fire Dragon again! I will... I will cry in front of you!"
Say the most despicable words in the most arrogant tone.
Wen Yun held on to its little wings tightly and was not moved by its loyalty at all.
She said expressionlessly: "You seem quite proud of yourself."
Seeing her crying her heart out, it still had time to design a magic wand.
In fact, the little dragon had already realized that his impulsive behavior just now had scared Wen Yun to tears, and he felt very guilty at the moment.
It just wanted to prove its ability, and the desire to devour it after smelling the blood of the Dragon God... But it couldn't tell Wen Yun.
The dragon clan all ascended by stepping on the bodies of their own kind, and it possessed the most top-level bloodline. The reason why its body perished in the first place was also due to the fighting among the dragon clan.
Later, Wen Yun made its bones into a magic wand and awakened its dying soul. Under the nourishment of magic power, it gradually re-condensed into a physical body.
After experiencing all of this, the little fire dragon could no longer resist the attraction of the Dragon God's bloodline, and its dragon nature of wanting to advance was almost instantly aroused.
However, after devouring that trace of blood power, what surged in the little fire dragon's heart was not joy, but uneasiness.
It was a little afraid that Wen Yun would see its greedy look just now.
Although it had met many bad people and done many bad things with her, it tried its best to be a good dragon in front of her.
A good dragon can be a little bit bad, but there can only be a good dragon that is a little bit bad.
But this time it scared its owner to tears, which does not make it a good dragon.
The little fire dragon felt weak in his heart, and he turned his head to the side, his voice vague and he looked around and said: "Oh, I consumed a lot of magic power just now to fuse the magic wand. I'm so tired. It seems that the great Lord Fire Dragon needs to go back to the wand to rest, otherwise he will die-"
The second half of the sentence was blocked.
Ye Shubai, who had been silent until now, took out a magic stone and stuffed it into the mouth of the little dragon without any hesitation.
The man's eyes looked cold and indifferent under the soft light of the night pearl, like a distant mountain pressing down on the dragon so hard that it couldn't breathe. He just looked down at it condescendingly, without any of the tenderness and pampering he had for it before, only the coldness of looking at a naughty child.
He said calmly, "Eat. This way you won't die if you don't rest."
The little dragon had tears in its eyes and was still biting the Philosopher's Stone in its mouth. Not surprisingly, the wand was pulled out and it obediently accepted the loving education of its master.
What's worse is that the tool used to beat the dragon is still the new dragon bone staff it has chosen!
Although it has thick skin and flesh and doesn't feel any pain, it doesn't stop it from pretending to be pitiful.
"Bing!"
As expected, when it called out, Wen Yun hesitantly put away his wand, and the clever little fire dragon took the opportunity to escape into the wand.
Wen Yun immediately realized that this guy was pretending to be miserable again!
Unfortunately, this time after it hid in there, not even its tail was exposed, and there was no way to pull it out!
The furious Grand Mage still maintained aloofness and dignity on the surface, but his teeth were clenched, and the wand in his hand was raised high. The golden energy in his dantian surged into the dragon bone staff, and he casually threw a fireball into the sky to vent his anger.
However, the next moment after this magic was released—
A terrifyingly large fireball flew into the sky, turning the darkness above into daylight almost like the scorching sun. The sudden rise in temperature even melted the sand under Wen Yun's feet, condensing it into a translucent, crystal-clear glass.
“Fuck!”
Wen Yun was so blinded by the sudden fire that he closed his eyes for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he cursed silently in his heart.
She held the dragon bone staff in her hand, and for a moment she fell into an unprecedented confusion about her understanding of magic.
Ye Shubai was also stunned for a moment. As he was not as good as Wen Yun in magic, he immediately asked for advice humbly: "I have never seen this magic before. Is it a new fire magic?"
Wen Yun murmured: "No, you may not believe it, this is the most basic... Fireball Technique."