Inside the Lingyin Temple.
Zhao Bin tucked the blanket around Jiang Long, then slowly walked out.
“Master said he was injured by the Great Peng, his soul essence damaged, and he needs a long time to recover.”
The Abbot Yuan Kong sighed.
“It’s good, it’s good, as long as he’s alive.”
Chen Liang stood beside him, sword in hand, his gaze turned to Ao Qing.
“Dragon King, do you have any way to save Master?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned their eyes to Ao Qing.
Ao Qing pondered for a moment, then said:
“There is a way. In a few days, the Raksasa Sea Market will open.”
“The Dragon Clan who presides over that sea market is the Fourth Princess Ting Xin. She has some control over the East Sea Treasure Vault.”
“We can take the Arhat there and, through her, obtain the spirit medicine that nourishes the soul essence.”
With a solution, everyone present was overjoyed.
Zhao Bin, no longer burdened by his previous grief, approached Ao Qing and joked:
“Dragon King, you are also of the Dragon Clan, how are you related to that Fourth Princess?”
Ao Qing silently calculated in his heart, then shook his head.
“The East Sea is vast and powerful, but there are only a few princes and princesses.”
“Though I am from the East Sea and of pure blood, I have no relation to Princess Ting Xin.”
“To be precise, she is a distant cousin of mine.”
“Distant?” The chubby Guangliang monk was stunned, “Are there so many dragons in the East Sea?”
The little monk Bi Qing also asked with a puzzled expression.
“With so many dragons, can the Dragon Palace of the East Sea fit them all?”
Abbot Yuan Kong and Chen Liang, though they didn’t say anything, their eyes showed their curiosity about these matters of the Dragon Clan.
Ao Qing had no choice but to tell them about the internal affairs of the Dragon Clan.
Just as Guangliang asked, there are indeed many dragons in the East Sea.
These dragons are divided into two types.
One is the lineage of the ancient dragon clan, those who are passed down generation after generation, like Ao Qing, the backbone of the Dragon Clan.
The other is miscellaneous dragons. Dragons that have been cultivated from snakes and pythons, from carp, dragons awakened by the true dragon’s breath.
All sorts of different types, very chaotic.
Hua Yun, who lives in Ao Qing’s mansion, is like this. Her grandfather is the King of the Yangtze River, a Pig Dragon.
A Pig Dragon, to be precise, is a Yangtze Alligator.
Therefore, Hua Yun only has half dragon blood, from the Dongting Dragon King.
Not to mention these strange and miscellaneous dragons.
Just talking about true dragons.
The Four Sea Dragon Clan, the Five Lakes Dragon Kings, the Dragon Kings of the Great Rivers, the Dragon Kings of the various wells and lakes.
“There are probably more than 100,000 clansmen.”
Ao Qing couldn’t be sure, he could only make a rough estimate.
After calculating this number, he shook his head lightly.
“But among these 100,000 dragons, the number who are on par with me in strength is very few.”
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the one to receive the Heavenly Mandate.”
Ao Qing finished his words and only then realized that everyone was staring at him in a daze.
Zhao Bin mumbled to himself.
“100,000 dragons, how many immortals would that be.”
Chen Liang was filled with longing.
“A city of dragons, gilded and jade, teeming with life.”
Guangliang and Bi Qing had simple thoughts.
They were thinking about how much money so many dragons must have.
Abbot Yuan Kong chanted Amitabha and said curiously:
“If there are so many dragons, why can’t we see them in our daily lives?”
Ao Qing shrugged helplessly.
“They’re all in the small realm created by the Ancestor Dragon.”
“Not many are worthy, so the Ancestor Dragon is too lazy to let them out to embarrass themselves.”
Everyone suddenly understood.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ao Qing raised his hand and said goodbye.
“I’ll come again in three days, those who want to go to the Sea Market, come with me then.”
Several people nodded in agreement.
After leaving Lingyin Temple, Ao Qing transformed into a blue rainbow and landed in the backyard of the Dragon King Temple.
Jiang Xue and Xiang Yu were playing chess. Xiang Yu’s brow was furrowed, while Jiang Xue looked relaxed.
“Ahem.”
Ao Qing coughed softly.
Xiang Yu immediately looked up, saw Ao Qing, and exclaimed with joy, pushing the chessboard aside.
“Dragon King, you’re here!”
Jiang Xue’s chess game, in which she had a huge advantage, was abruptly abandoned.
She didn’t seem angry, she picked up the cloud pieces and placed them back in the box. After cleaning up, she gracefully walked towards Ao Qing.
“Dragon King has arrived.”
Ao Qing released Xiang Yu, who was clinging to him, then embraced Jiang Xue.
He gently sniffed the small tree demon’s neck.
A faint scent of camellia flowers wafted over.
Jiang Xue felt a little itchy, she gently shook twice, looking helplessly at Xiang Yu who was grinning mischievously.
When Ao Qing had had his fill, he held both of them in his arms and sat down under Jiang Xue’s tree form.
“How have you been adapting these past few days?”
Jiang Xue pondered for a moment, then smiled.
“The soil in Yu Hang is warmer than in Mount Lao. These past few days, I’ve been sleeping with the heat every night.”
Xiang Yu hugged Ao Qing’s neck and teased playfully.
“Listen to this, this little girl is so hot at night because she’s thinking of men.”
Jiang Xue’s face flushed red, she reached out and scratched Xiang Yu’s waist.
Xiang Yu wasn’t afraid at all, she retaliated by scratching back, and after a few rounds, she had Jiang Xue laughing so hard that she couldn’t straighten up, tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Xue was laughing too hard, she pulled on Ao Qing’s arm with a pitiful expression.
“Drag, Dragon King, look at her!”
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