Chapter 62: The Dragon Doesn’t Play By The Rules
Three days later, Qin Zhi woke up.
Although she was not fully conscious at this time, she was no longer shouting madly and rolling on the ground.
The Mengji Beast’s state was still very good, seemingly unaffected by Qin Zhi’s memories.
She transformed into human form, walked in front of Ming Zhaoshuang and the others, and said, “You can leave now, but before you go, I want to give you a gift.”
She looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, signaling her to follow her.
No one dared to disobey the Mengji Beast’s command, so Ming Zhaoshuang obediently followed her into a cave.
Although she didn’t understand why the Mengji Beast chose her, she could tell that this Mengji Beast truly bore no ill will towards them, so she was willing to trust her.
The cave was long and dark, but not damp; instead, it was quite warm.
At the end of the passage, a burning beast fire illuminated the entire interior. Warm straw mats covered the cool floor, and Ming Zhaoshuang saw a small Mengji Beast sleeping in the center, its two fluffy tails curled up, looking extremely cute.
This Mengji’s color was very different from the Mengji Beast’s; it was entirely snow white.
The Mengji Beast said, “This is my younger brother, and the last Mengji in this world besides me.”
“Mengji are different from other Heaven Rank Spiritual Beasts because our strength is not as strong as theirs, and our disposition is very gentle. Therefore, if Mengji do not live in groups, it is very difficult for them to survive. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Mengji clan angered the Heavenly Dao to support Feng He Du Xian’s ascension, causing it to descend thunder punishment, and the entire clan was left with only me and my brother.”
“However, my brother has been living in nightmares because of this; he is unwilling to wake up and face it all.”
The Mengji Beast said:
“When I saw you choosing a spiritual beast, you ultimately chose the lowest grade, weakest Iron-Eating Beast. Seeing your firm disposition and pure heart, I felt you were a very good candidate, and I want to entrust him to you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “Ah?”
She was also happy to be considered to have a firm disposition and pure heart by the Mengji Beast, and to get a great beast for free.
As she spoke, the Mengji Beast picked up her brother and brought him to Ming Zhaoshuang.
The Mengji Beast continued, “He was punished by the Heavenly Dao and lost all his cultivation, but his spiritual consciousness is powerful and has reached the Tribulation Stage. He can still enter dreams, weave dreams, devour dreams, change dreams, and even create illusions. Taking him in will greatly benefit you.”
The little Mengji Beast stretched in her arms before gracefully opening its eyes.
The moment he saw Ming Zhaoshuang, he let out a soft cry, his sapphire eyes showing a hint of surprise, and then he leaped onto her shoulder.
He lay on Ming Zhaoshuang for a long time.
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “What is he doing?”
“It’s nothing,” the little Mengji Beast replied, then jumped back onto the Mengji Beast, staring at Ming Zhaoshuang’s sleeve and said:
“What is coiled on your wrist?”
Ming Zhaoshuang was startled, but she knew she couldn’t hide it from the two Great Experts in front of her.
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing Xiao Bai to them both.
It was a dragon.
The dragon was unaccustomed to the sudden light and slowly crawled onto Ming Zhaoshuang’s palm.
The eyes of both Mengji Beasts stared at the dragon for a long time, surprise flashing in their eyes, followed by nostalgia, and finally, as if suddenly realizing something, they spoke:
“So that’s how it is!”
If there was truly a dragon left in this world.
It could only be one hatched from that egg.
“It’s a dragon, but it doesn’t harm people.”
Ming Zhaoshuang worried that the dragon, as a Great Expert of the Tribulation Stage, might feel uncomfortable being stared at like this by others, and was about to retract her hand.
The dragon, however, gently scanned the two Mengji Beasts in front of him, and a light breath of dragon’s breath escaped:
“My soul power is stronger than his.”
The dragon indicated that when it came to soul power, he was sufficient.
Once his cultivation recovered, he would be sufficient in terms of spiritual power as well.
Ming Zhaoshuang had been inseparable from her fellow disciples these past few days, and he hadn’t had a chance to breathe. Now that he had an opportunity, he found that someone else was trying to steal his corner.
As a Crossing Immortal, could the dragon tolerate this?
The faces of the two Mengji Beasts showed expressions of pain, as if under immense pressure.
This dragon was not playing fair!
He used his soul power to pressure the two of them, but Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t notice at all, and he still appeared pure and harmless, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.
The Mengji Beast, momentarily slip of the tongue, quickly said:
“Bai Bai’s role is different from yours, so you don’t have to worry about him taking your place! And he will absolutely never appear in front of the two of you!”
“Bai Bai?” the dragon asked in confusion, “Bai from Xiao Bai?”
Ming Zhaoshuang felt the air pressure around them drop significantly with the dragon’s question.
She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt the dragon was not very happy. However, when she had called the dragon Xiao Bai many times before, he hadn’t shown any signs of anger.
The Mengji Beast replied, “Bai meaning white in color. Our master likes to name us by color; for example, I am Hong Hong.”
Ming Zhaoshuang clearly felt the air pressure around them drop even further.
The little white dragon curled its tail and climbed back onto her wrist, hiding in her sleeve, and remained silent.
“Your master has quite a knack for naming, doesn’t he?” Ming Zhaoshuang chuckled nervously,
“They all sound quite nice.”
The Mengji Beast held his forehead and gave a wry smile, “This is our master’s only peculiar habit.”
Actually, it was fine for them to be named by color. Those named by characteristics were truly miserable.
However, even though Xiao Bai was unhappy, he did not prevent Ming Zhaoshuang from forming a pact with Bai Bai.
After the pact ceremony ended, the Mengji Beast led Ming Zhaoshuang out of the cave, saying as they walked:
“Forgive my presumption, but may I ask how you obtained your sword, Fushuang.”
Such a divine tool was rare in the world.
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally couldn’t say it was a gift from the System, so she explained:
“It was a gift from a powerful individual. Speaking of which, it has something to do with Xiao Bai, but I am not at liberty to reveal the specific details.”
At this moment, the dragon, who had been sulking and remaining silent, finally spoke: “Yes, it does have something to do with me. Fushuang was made from my father’s remains.”
The Dragon Race was extremely sensitive to kinship. The moment he saw Fushuang, he sensed his father’s aura.
Ming Zhaoshuang was astonished and immediately lifted her sleeve, looking at the dragon and asking, “Are you saying I’ve been holding your father’s ashes all this time?”
Ming Zhaoshuang suddenly felt that Fushuang, which was already hot to the touch, was now even hotter.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
The dragon didn’t see anything wrong with it:
“Spiritual beast bones are hard and have always been good materials for spirit tools. His bones were extracted by himself, not obtained by being killed by someone else. What’s wrong with using them to make a sword?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “When I use my sword, am I not stepping on him?”
She stepped on his father, and he didn’t say a word?
That was a majestic dragon! Stepping on him like that was practically asking for death.
No wonder the System said it was reluctant to part with this treasure.
The dragon said, “But he has already formed a pact with you, which means he himself approves. As his son, how can I possibly object to what he does?”
Logical, logical, absolutely logical.
At this moment, the Mengji Beast said, “You can use it with peace of mind. Since his son doesn’t mind, then no one else has anything to say.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I am quite at ease.”
Although the origin of Fushuang surprised her, it also proved that Fushuang was indeed powerful, even on the same level of Divine Tool as Shen Liqian’s Su Nu Chou.
She was at ease, only fearing that the dragon would develop a rift with her because of this.
As they spoke, Ming Zhaoshuang and the Mengji Beast walked out of the cave, and the dragon obediently hid in Ming Zhaoshuang’s sleeve.
The Mengji Beast, carrying Qin Zhi and A Wei, led them out of the Hundred Beasts Cave and galloped towards the south of Shuangyu Mountain.
Qin Zhi and A Wei played clapping games on her back, the mother and son unable to stop laughing.
Ming Zhaoshuang and the others felt a surge of joy seeing the mother and son so happy.
Before long, they reached the boundary between the south and north. The Mengji Beast put down Qin Zhi and A Wei and said:
“I will escort you only this far. We may meet again in the future.”
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned, “Senior Mengji, you are not leaving with us.”
If she remembered correctly, when those spiritual beasts formed a pact with A Wei, the Mengji Beast also established a pact with A Wei. She had only thought the Mengji Beast would leave with them.
The Mengji Beast transformed into human form, hugged A Wei, and said:
“I cannot leave this mountain forest.”
If she were to leave the Yin Fish part of Shuangyu Mountain, the Beast Sect would send people down to investigate prematurely, and then the Beast Sect would know exactly what this group of little ones had done.
The Mengji Beast knew the youngsters’ talent and knew that they would eventually be able to contend with the Beast Sect.
But for now, they were still too weak.
She needed to buy them more time.
Since the Mengji Beast said so, Ming Zhaoshuang and the others had nothing more to say. They could only bid farewell and take Qin Zhi and A Wei away from there.
As the Mengji Beast watched them leave, she suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times with utmost solemnity.
Mengji Hong Hong bids farewell to her former master.
