Chapter 151: Keeping Pace with the Times

Upon hearing Long Kui’s words, the clan elder looked in the direction he indicated and saw the small dwarf dragon lying unconscious just outside the stone cave, with Yun Yun resting beside it.

“That young lady is...?” the elder inquired.

Long Kui quickly explained, “She is the guardian of that little dragon.”

He then shifted his tone and continued, “Elder, after the little dragon swallowed the dragon horn, it fell into a coma. It must journey to the place of inheritance to receive the full dragon legacy.”

“Bring them in,” the elder ordered.

At his command, the maid hurried outside the cave to invite Yun Yun and the others inside.

Yun Yun politely nodded to the elder.

Seeing her unflinching demeanor, the elder felt a newfound respect for the young girl.

He approached the small dwarf dragon lying on the Mo Xie Sword, extending his hand as spiritual energy gathered in his palm. Gently, he touched the dragon’s forehead.

A flicker of surprise crossed the elder’s eyes—indeed, the little dragon was undergoing the inheritance.

“This yellow dwarf dragon has actually been recognized by the power of our Silver Dragon Clan?!” turmoil surged within the elder’s mind.

He ought to hold the dragon accountable for swallowing the dragon horn, yet the power recognition the little dragon received was something their half-dragon clans had long yearned for.

Once the little dragon completed the inheritance, its status would far surpass theirs.

Perhaps this little dragon could bring a turning point to their half-dragon kind.

“Elder, may they enter the place of inheritance?” Long Kui asked.

“I will discuss with the other elders before deciding,” the elder replied.

“Elder, the little dragon’s condition is urgent. Please decide swiftly,” Long Kui urged.

At that moment, he felt a subtle pressure beneath his foot—it was Yun Yun discreetly giving him a reminder.

Long Kui immediately understood the young lady’s hint.

Showing quick wit, he swiftly changed the topic: “Elder, the little dragon’s other guardian unfortunately fell off a cliff. Do you know of any way to save him?”

The elder’s gaze grew solemn as he slowly said, “That cliff is unfathomably deep. If his spiritual power is sealed, survival would be unlikely...”

Upon hearing this, Yun Yun’s eyes reddened. Fighting back tears, her voice was hoarse as she said, “As long as I can reach the bottom of the cliff, I will surely save Brother Yan.”

“Elder, the siblings share a deep bond. Do you know how to safely descend that cliff?” Long Kui asked again.

The elder scrutinized Yun Yun, sensing something extraordinary about her aura.

“Well…” he hesitated before speaking, “I have no definite method. However, perhaps within the place of inheritance, there may be clues connected to that cliff...”

...

Meanwhile, on Jiang Yan’s side, all seemed calm and undisturbed.

Yes, as an extremely obedient person—no, now better described as a compliant spirit—he naturally had no intention of turning back.

There he was, sound asleep on a small boat, as if the entire world held no concern for him.

Midway, he sensed the boat rocking violently, yet the skilled boatman kept it steady.

Even in his dreams, he heard eerie sounds reminiscent of a horror film.

Still, none of it disturbed his peaceful slumber because, deep down, he told himself he was now part of the spirit world.

If he was already a spirit, what was there to fear?

At the boat’s prow, the boatman rowed vigorously, glancing at the peacefully sleeping Jiang Yan with a helpless shake of his head.

He had never met anyone so carefree...

“Hey, Jiang Yan, we’ve arrived at the other shore,” the boatman called out.

Stopping the boat, he addressed Jiang Yan.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Yan yawned widely and rubbed his drowsy eyes.

“Huh? Already? Thanks, brother,” he said, stepping off the boat.

The scene before him widened his eyes—a bustling marketplace stretched out.

He had thought the underworld would be a bleak, monochrome place...

Could it be the underworld had also learned to keep pace with the times?

He turned back to see the boatman already steering the boat back along the route.

Jiang Yan called out loudly, “Brother, where should I go now?”

“Wait here a moment; someone will come to guide you,” the boatman’s voice faded with the rhythm of the oars.

The boat glided a short distance before the boatman removed his straw hat, revealing his true face.

Jiang Yan was stunned to the point of near paralysis.

It was Zhou Yu!

Could this guy really have “died” and come to the underworld?

Jiang Yan blurted a single word, “You!”

But Zhou Yu on the boat made a shushing gesture.

Then, quickly donning his hat again, the boat slipped across the water, growing more distant until it vanished from Jiang Yan’s sight.