Shua!
A feather fan that was emitting spiritual light and covered in spiritual patterns with a mysterious aura was held in Ao Longqing's hand.
As he fanned himself, he stuffed the rare spiritual fruits on the table into his mouth as if no one was around.
He seemed to have just woken up. He ate some fruits and felt refreshed.
"What kind of appearance is this?"
" Imperial Father actually chose such a casual fellow to be the Crown Prince. How old…"
"Sigh, it's really a drought that kills people, and a flood that kills people!”
All the dragons immediately scoffed at Ao Long's casual and lawless behavior. Their faces twitched violently, and they were extremely resentful in their hearts.
Zhulong and Zulong looked at each other with a slightly embarrassed expression.
However, they took a few more glances at the feather fan in Ao Long's hand.
A supreme-grade Connate Numinous treasure?
Furthermore, the Ancestral Dragon could sense the Dao Law of Wind on it. Clearly, it was a wind-type Numinous treasure.
"This kid is really extravagant!"
He did not know.
This feather fan spirit treasure was the reward from the system after Ao Long had successfully been idle for a thousand years.
In the past 1,000 years, Ao Long had obtained many treasures from the system. Even if he stayed in the Holy Dragon Palace all day long, he had become the richest dragon son in the Dragon Palace, second only to the Ancestral Dragon.
As for this feather fan, because it looked passable, it was used by him to fan. Needless to say, it was quite useful.
"What does the Crown Prince think of this matter?"
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon smiled slightly and turned his head. He automatically filtered out Ao Long's disrespectful behavior and asked softly.
"Father, are you joking with me? I'm just a little prince. What do I know? However, the dragon clan was now powerful and would definitely win in the Wilderness.”
Ao Long said respectfully, but he was cursing crazily in his heart.
If you don't believe me, you can try!
Hmm?
Why did he die?
At this time, who can stop the footsteps of my dragon race?
Hongjun?
Was this for real?
Old man, aren't you too stupid? Where's your intelligence? It was obvious that Hongjun was the winner of the battle between the Taoism and the Devil. He was the spokesperson chosen by the Heavenly Dao. Becoming a Sage was fate, and no one could stop it.
Although you haven't seen how heaven-defying a Sage is, you're not someone a Quasi-Sage like you can deal with. Moving mountains and filling seas, destroying the world, all you need is a thought.
Therefore, as long as the Dragon Clan did not have a Saint, they could not leave the Four Seas! At the very least, they would have to wait until Hongjun became a Sage and the next Cultivation Tribulation would begin. When the world was in chaos, the Dragon Tribe would have a chance to leave the Four Seas and pursue the Untainted Land. They should forget about it as soon as possible.
Besides, old man, do you think the oath you made to the Heavenly Dao is a joke? Whoever went out would disappear without a trace! Therefore, it was better to continue hiding!
A series of voices exploded in Ancestral Dragon's mind, immediately making his eyelids twitch wildly.
Was it that serious?
Putting aside whether Hongjun could win or not, even the Heaven Dao was not something that a mere Quasi-Sage like him could deal with.
How did I forget about this?
As expected, greed could cause a dragon to lose its mind!
Fortunately, my son's mind is always clear.
" Hongjun is the winner of the battle between the Taoism and the Devil. He is the representative chosen by the Way of Heaven. Becoming a Sage is the destiny. Although the Dragon Tribe is extremely powerful, we are like ants in the eyes of the Sages. If we act rashly, Hongjun will definitely find a reason to kill us.”
"I say, everyone should know that I once swore a great oath to the Heavenly Dao? That's not a joke. Once we're targeted by the Heavenly Dao, we'll all die! "Therefore, all of you are to hide in the four seas and not appear in the Primordial Continent without permission. Otherwise, you will be severely punished!”
The moment the Ancestral Dragon said that, the entire place fell silent.
All of them had bewildered expressions on their faces. They wanted to say something but hesitated. However, they also revealed unwilling and resentful expressions.
"Big brother, are we going to be trapped by the Heavenly Dao in the four seas forever?”
Zhulong said unwillingly.
"That's right, Dragon Ancestor. Heavenly Dao is an illusory thing. We are experts, so the rules should be set by us!”
"I don't believe that Hongjun can become a Saint!”
The dragons fanned the flames.
On the other hand, Ao Long looked at the Ancestral Dragon strangely.
The old fellow has finally come to his senses. It's actually the same as what I thought. Could the old fellow be a worm in my stomach?
Old man…
Unfilial son!
But what was the worm in his stomach?
However, this was not important.
More importantly, Ao Long had saved the Dragon Clan once again.
What else can I ask for when I have such a son?
Moreover, the feeling of plagiarizing other people's plans was really comfortable!
"Haha…Everyone, go back. Cultivate and drink…In short, you are not allowed to go out. Otherwise, you will be severely punished!”
After Ancestral Dragon finished speaking, he patted Ao Long's shoulder and turned around to leave in satisfaction.
What did he mean? I didn't say anything! Idiot!
"F * ck…"
Ancestral Dragon, who had just turned around and was about to leave, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
How dare you call me an idiot?
Unfilial son!
Seeing the Ancestral Dragon's loud thunder and small raindrops deciding the outcome, the Torch Dragons 'faces darkened one by one. They were extremely ugly.
"You still want to stay here? Why?!"
"Our dragon race has strong soldiers and horses. If we don't fight in the Wilderness now, when should we?!”
"Imperial Father is really old and muddle-headed!"
"Ha…Tsk…"
"What are you arguing about? Go back and sleep!”
Amidst the angry and unwilling cries of the dragons, Ao Long swayed his feather fan and left.
"Sleep, you only know how to sleep all day. Sooner or later, you'll sleep to death!”
Qiuniu roared in his heart. He left with his seven younger brothers with an ashen face.
When Zhulong saw this, he wanted to persuade Qiuniu and the others not to do anything out of line.
However, when he thought of the Ancestral Dragon's bloodline suppression, he felt that it was unnecessary. He sighed and left.
Several hours later, in a huge palace in the depths of the Eastern Sea.
Qiu Niu, Ya Zi, Chao Feng, Pu Lao, Suan Ni, Bi Bi, Bi An, and the eight sons of Ancestor Dragon Bi Wen were all sitting there.
Each and every one of them had a stern face and was as gloomy as water. Their anger was extremely suppressed!
"Big brother, are we going to hide in the four seas like cowards forever?”
Chao Feng was the first to break the silence and said angrily.
"Big Brother, I really can't accept this. What right does Ao Long have to be the Crown Prince? Are we going to be grandchildren?"
Pu Lao roared at Qiuniu, the owner of this place.
"Even if he's going to be the crown prince, it should be the eldest brother. When did it become Ao Long's turn? I think Imperial Father is siding with Ao Long!”
"Not bad…"
Facing the discussions of their brothers and their hysterical denouncement of Ao Long, Qiu Niu and Ya Zi looked at each other and their lips curled up.
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