Chapter 141: Insolent Human, Hand Over My Great-Grandfather’s Dragon Horn!-He Became the Devoted Second Male Lead in a Female-Centric Cultivation Novel(Tubilalu)

A large question mark sprouted from the dark, fuzzy flower head of Black Flower.

Stewed dragon horn?

Isn’t Dragon Daddy a dragon himself? Why would he want to stew dragon horn? Eating the horns of one's own kind—wouldn't that be a bit improper?

As Black Flower pondered this, its two green leaves swayed back and forth. Forget it, forget it; Dragon Daddy’s happiness is what matters most!

Just as Black Flower was lost in thought, the little short-legged dragon had already placed the massive dragon horns into a large cauldron. This pot was already the largest one Jiang Yan had ever crafted, yet when the horns were placed inside, it still seemed a bit too small.

The little dragon lowered its head, glanced at its own sharp claws, and gestured toward the middle of the dragon horns. "Ugh, never mind. My noble claws must not be used for such menial labor."

It turned its head, its gaze landing on Black Flower. "You, go ask Jiang Yan to lend me his sword."

"Right away, Master Dragon!"

Black Flower truly lived up to its reputation as the little dragon's loyal sidekick—or rather, its loyal floral lackey. It moved its root-legs and dashed off like a gust of wind, heading straight for Jiang Yan’s residence.

*Knock, knock, knock.*

Jiang Yan’s door was rapped upon. Inside, on a large, soft bed, a handsome youth was sitting with his eyes closed, deep in cultivation. Hearing the sound at the door, the tips of his ears twitched slightly, but he showed no intention of getting up to answer it.

"Mo Xie, go see who it is," he commanded in his mind.

"As you wish, Master."

The Mo Xie Sword obeyed the order and immediately swung the door open. Outside, Black Flower stood perched on the shoulder of a wooden mannequin. The moment it saw the Mo Xie Sword, it began to wave its two emerald-green leaves in excitement.

"Mo Xie, it’s so good to see you! You have no idea how much Master Dragon misses you. He says you are majestic and imposing, and he simply couldn't wait to witness your brilliance once again..."

Although Black Flower’s vocabulary was limited, it said the words with such conviction that it even believed them itself. After all, Master Dragon really was in desperate need of the Mo Xie Sword right now.

Having heard Black Flower’s string of praises, the Mo Xie Sword became curious about what kind of scheme the little chubby dragon was cooking up. Did it truly admire him that much?

"Master, I..."

"Go on, then."

With Jiang Yan’s permission, the Mo Xie Sword carefully closed the door behind it, then transformed into a streak of light and drifted gracefully downstairs.

"Hey! Mo Xie, Master Dragon is in the kitchen now, don't go to the wrong place!" Black Flower’s voice rang out like a giant megaphone, reminding the sword.

The Mo Xie Sword, having already reached the doorway of the little dragon’s room, came to an abrupt halt. It changed direction and flew toward the kitchen downstairs.

The moment the little dragon saw the Mo Xie Sword, its eyes lit up with excitement. It could finally begin stewing the dragon horns! It felt so thrilled inside that it was as if tiny flames were dancing in its heart. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

The Mo Xie Sword caught the expression on the little dragon’s face and confirmed one thing: it seemed this little chubby dragon’s admiration for him was genuine after all!

"Mo Xie, you finally arrived! Quick, help me chop these dragon horns so they can all fit into this pot."

As soon as it finished speaking, the little dragon impatiently stepped aside, clearing space for the Mo Xie Sword to perform.

*Swish, swish, swish!*

The Mo Xie Sword traced an elegant arc in the air; with just a few swift strikes, the dragon horns were precisely cut into the perfect size. The sword had expected the little dragon to marvel at its swordsmanship, but as soon as the horns were cut, the little dragon immediately spat a puff of fire onto the wood beneath the stove.

The dragon horns finally began to stew. A look of pure anticipation washed over the little dragon's face, its eyes fixed intently on the contents of the pot as if it could see blooming flowers within.

"Audacious human! Hand over my great-grandfather’s dragon horns at once!"

Suddenly, an angry male voice thundered from the sky above the estate.