Chapter 19: A Dragon’s Confession
Outside the secret realm, Qin Du and Shen Liqian were both still waiting for the result.
Qin Du paced back and forth, muttering to himself, while Shen Liqian closed her eyes, calm and collected.
Ming Zhaoshuang did not linger but instead went to the hot spring behind Ding Tian Peak. The Ao Tian Sect’s location was excellent, not only rich in spiritual energy but also having hot springs on every peak. The hot springs nurtured spirit veins and had always been a favored spot for disciples.
As a distinguished guest of the Ao Tian Sect, Qin Du had specifically arranged a private hot spring for her.
She placed the dragon from her sleeve into the hot spring and asked:
“How much longer will it take for him to recover.”
Since she had received the favor of completing the task, Ming Zhaoshuang naturally had to see it through to the end.
The System, however, seemed extremely tired and said, “Half a year at the shortest, three years at the longest. I’ve used too much energy these past three days and need to enter slumber mode. Goodnight, my dear host.”
With that, Ming Zhaoshuang could no longer sense the System’s presence.
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed, removed the Shrink Talisman from the dragon’s body, allowing him to fill most of the hot spring, and picked up the soap and brush to start washing him.
She did not want a dirty dragon.
To her surprise, this dragon was not a little black dragon, but a little white dragon.
It was also a handsome little dragon with soft, long whiskers and lustrous scales.
Heaven knew how much he had offended Heaven to be struck so severely.
Ming Zhaoshuang held the dragon’s snow-white fur in one hand and wiped the scales on his front claws with the other, when suddenly the dragon beneath her moved as if struggling.
Ming Zhaoshuang stopped and saw the dragon breathing intermittently, spitting out two words: “This… not…”
It’s not allowed to wash here!
The dragon was on the verge of tears.
He was about to be the first Ascender in the Cultivation World in ten thousand years, but Heaven knew what madness possessed it, striking him so brutally.
As a majestic dragon, this would have been nothing. But who knew that Heaven, as his parents said, was shameless, not only striking him fiercely but also not allowing him to ascend after one hundred and eight tribulations.
It struck him harder and harder. By the end, he no longer remembered how many tribulations he had endured, only knowing that he likely couldn’t take it anymore and was about to be struck to death by Heaven.
In the final tribulation, he was struck unconscious.
Then, he was transported to a place. Although he didn’t know where it was, he felt that the place seemed to carry the aura of his parents.
The Dragon Race had extremely strong perception of their family ties.
He could feel that it was this aura that kept him alive.
He was in a daze, feeling that he would die within another half a month at most.
Having lived for thousands of years, the dragon had only cultivated and cultivated. He found life extremely boring and had no regrets. He was already tired of living.
However, he was unwilling to die so ignominiously.
He thought that once he recovered, he would definitely destroy Heaven. If it didn’t know how to be Heaven, then others could!
But the heavenly thunder was too terrifying. His self-healing ability, which he had always taken pride in, was negligible in the face of this injury. Every day after the Ascension Lightning Tribulation ended, he experienced immense pain.
Finally, someone discovered her.
That person carried a strong maternal aura. Perhaps out of intense longing for his mother, the dragon, in his daze, unconsciously called out “Mother” to her.
He transformed into his original form with a sense of peace.
But that person was very fierce, directly pouring blood onto his dragon head.
He knew he was dirty, ugly, and like trash right now, but he shouldn’t be treated like a trash can.
Alright, that person wasn’t very fierce; she gave him blood to drink.
He actually didn’t want to drink it, but he discovered that his father’s aura was on the blood.
Of course, there was one more thing he didn’t want to admit: this person’s embrace was truly comfortable and warm, and he didn’t want to leave, so he drank very slowly.
Moreover, she also gently encouraged him to live a long life.
Soon, the dragon learned why this despicable and shameless person wanted him to drink her blood – she actually wanted to sign a Life and Death Contract with him.
It was a joke. Their Dragon Race was born superior. As the dragon among dragons, he was born even more superior. How could he possibly sign a Life and Death Contract with a human?
This was a supreme humiliation for a dragon.
But before he could struggle, he discovered it was a unilateral Life and Death Contract!
The dragon was shocked.
A unilateral Life and Death Contract, according to his mother, was usually only signed by the most devoted sycophants, those with the most love-addled brains, like his father, signing a contract that was all harm and no benefit.
But he didn’t even know this person, and he was on the verge of death. Why would this person want to sign a Life and Death Contract with him?
Soon, the dragon understood why.
A warm and gentle spiritual power spread through his body via the Life and Death Contract, repairing his skin, tissues, and bones, and fighting against the Heavenly Dao power within him. The dragon vaguely felt that he might be saved.
The dragon was moved.
He thought she was the kindest human he had ever seen.
Although in his nearly ten thousand years of life since hatching, she was the first human he had ever seen.
Yet she was willing to sign a Life and Death Contract to save him.
The dragon proudly thought that once he recovered, he would give this person many, many magical artifacts.
Then he would settle the score with Heaven and ask it why flowers were red.
But this spiritual flow soon disappeared.
Although the dragon knew that the person saving him to this extent was already a great philanthropist.
He really wanted to say, don’t go yet, I’m really not healed!
But this person still withdrew her spiritual power and then placed a talisman on him, making him tiny, and threw him into a dark, gloomy place before taking him out of this place filled with the aura of his parents.
This person was truly good to him. Knowing he was dirty, she even helped him bathe.
But she not only washed his dragon horns, she even touched his inverse scale. One must know that not just anyone could touch a dragon’s inverse scale.
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally did not know what this battered dragon was thinking. After clearly hearing the dragon’s words, she completely disregarded his warning and continued to use soap to clean the black stains on his inverse scale.
At this, the dragon became anxious and subconsciously coiled his tail around Ming Zhaoshuang.
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned and slapped the dragon’s tail hard: “Don’t move.”
The dragon indeed became still obediently.
Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but that Ming Zhaoshuang had placed an Immobilization Talisman on him.
For a long three hours, she finally managed to wash the battered dragon completely clean from head to tail.
Looking at his majestic dragon horns and glistening dragon scales, Ming Zhaoshuang was very satisfied. She used a spell to have him climb onto the bank of the spring, dried him, and then unceremoniously slapped him again, sticking a Shrink Talisman on him.
Ming Zhaoshuang put him back into her sleeve and left the hot spring.
