Chapter 161: Old Man, Just Put Me Out of My Misery!

"Senior, you still haven't told me how to obtain the inheritance," the little dragon asked anxiously, pressing for an answer.

"No rush. Let this seat first witness your strength. When the time comes, you will naturally know," the giant dragon replied calmly.

*This seat?*

The little dragon was momentarily stunned, suddenly realizing that this giant dragon was none other than the old man who had spoken to it earlier!

Surely that old man wouldn't hold a grudge and retaliate just because it had been disrespectful to him earlier, would he?

Without giving the little dragon much time for wild imaginations, the giant dragon unleashed several more gusts of biting cold air toward it.

The little dragon fled in utter disarray amidst the freezing snowy expanse; its flames were entirely useless in the presence of this giant dragon.

Darn it, darn it, darn it!

This environment, entirely surrounded by ice-capped mountains, was also profoundly disadvantageous to it!

With the giant dragon attacking and the little dragon fleeing, going back and forth like this, the little dragon could no longer remember how long it had been flying...

"Old man, just put me out of my misery!"

Having exhausted every ounce of its patience, the little dragon dropped the title of "senior" and shouted directly, calling him an old man.

It was hardly the little dragon's fault for growing frantic, as the sky would alternate between brightening and darkening to signal the passage of each new day.

This was already the fourth day. If it still failed to receive the inheritance by tomorrow, its body would rupture and explode from the overwhelming energy.

The giant dragon seemed to perceive the anxiety churning within the little dragon, and its laughter echoed through the frigid air.

"Have you finally recognized this seat?"

"Since you asked for a swift end, this seat shall kindly grant your wish."

As those words fell, the giant dragon once again exhaled a piercing blast of freezing air, hurtling straight toward the little dragon.

Yet this time, the little dragon chose not to evade.

Opening its jaws, it poured every remaining ounce of its strength into spitting out a scorching fireball. The fireball traced a brilliant arc across the air, colliding fiercely with the chilling gust.

BOOM——

The deafening roar of the explosion shook the ears. The clash between the frost and the flames momentarily blurred their vision, and the surrounding air was instantly vaporized into a thick white mist.

To everyone's surprise, the biting cold failed to entirely extinguish the flames. A tiny wisp of fire stubbornly pierced through the frost, hurtling directly toward the giant dragon.

Casually, the giant dragon extended a razor-sharp claw, batting away the wisp of flame with the casual ease of swatting at a harmless insect, effortlessly blocking the attack.

"Little one, you've improved," the giant dragon noted, a trace of approval in its tone.

With a flick of its fingertip, the final flicker of flame was snuffed out.

Witnessing all this, the resentment burning like a blazing fire within the little dragon's heart surged as it realized just how insurmountable the gap between itself and the giant dragon truly was.

"Very well, I shall tease you no longer," the giant dragon said, its tone shifting to one of solemn gravity. "Since you are now prepared, let us begin the ritual of inheritance."

At the dragon's command, the icy surface beneath the little dragon's feet began to fracture. A crystal-clear pillar of ice slowly rose, gently lifting the little dragon up into mid-air.

The giant dragon closed its eyes, chanting incantations under its breath as ancient spells echoed through the air.

Up in the sky, a mysterious radiance slowly descended, gently draping over the little dragon's form like a divine blessing from the heavens.

Bathing in this luminous glow, the little dragon felt a soothing, refreshing surge of energy pour into its body.

***

The Moxie Sword noticed that the furrowed brow of the little dragon was gradually smoothing out, its tense muscles finally relaxing in tandem.

It seemed that the power within its body was slowly being absorbed and integrated...

Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance erupted from within the little dragon, radiating outward in all directions.

Seeing this, Longkui quickly offered another bow before crossing her legs and settling into a meditative posture to cultivate.

This was, after all, the sacred grounds of inheritance; every single moment spent cultivating here yielded far greater progress than anywhere in the outside world.

Yunyun’s gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, gazing into the boundless sky as she murmured softly:

"Brother Yan, Yunyun misses you so much!"

Meanwhile, on Jiang Yan's end, he and Black Flower had been safely returned to the bottom of the cliff by the figures in black and white.

Lowering his gaze to inspect himself, he found his body tightly bound by thick black vines like a festive rice dumpling, surrounded by the bizarrely shaped corpses of fallen crows.

This left Jiang Yan feeling somewhat utterly bewildered.

He inwardly wondered in shock: What on earth has just happened here?