Chapter 208: with translation of chapter title: line [1] is the title? Actually line [1] is

208 "Next, you will personally witness your grandfather's path to godhood!"

Upon hearing that, Su Yuan's face showed surprise and anger, but there was no fear at all.

Not far away, beneath an old locust tree, five heads popped out.

Although there were no leaves to block the view, the trees on Spring White Mountain had practically become spirits, completely shielding them; they had been eavesdropping here for a long time and still weren't discovered.

"No wonder He Qian seemed off when he came that day; it turns out this grandfather and grandson pair are feuding?" Wang Dongqing said softly.

Xiang Yichu nodded, "Looks like it."

Maomao, whose arm was propped on Wang Dongqing's shoulder, had been staring at Su Yuan for a while, then she said, "Even our own grandson has brought out explosives; he doesn't seem afraid, he still has a trump card."

Tushan Jiu replied, "Mm, the jade bottle he's holding in his hands contains dragon scales."

Several people turned their heads to look at Tushan Jiu.

Wang Dongqing hurriedly asked, "Have you ever seen a dragon?"

Tushan Jiu shook her head, "No, I haven't seen one."

Wang Dongqing felt this made sense, after all dragons do exist as creatures, but they cannot be discovered by people; they are the guardians of the "Great Gate", and throughout China, aside from a few Dragon-Locking Wells that have them, the rest of those dragons lie deep in the major dragon veins.

Unless China undergoes turmoil, if they reveal themselves and are discovered, they will be punished by the Heavenly Dao, and being struck by lightning is inevitable.

Therefore they don't come out, and most cultivators have never seen a true dragon.

Tushan Jiu has connections with the netherworld, so they already consider themselves pretty awesome.

Now if she had even seen a true dragon, he would really cause a fuss!

He also wanted to see it, after all it's a real dragon.

But next, Tushan Jiu moved her lips, about to speak.

Seeing her utterly undisguised pride, Wang Dongqing's eyelid twitched, she......

Tushan Jiu said, "In our family's ledger, there is an entry for an old dragon that has taken human form."

Coincidentally, that dragon lies deep beneath their feet.

But the debt for that dragon, she can't collect it, because it was already borrowed on credit from her great-grandfather; the prophecy says the day of joyfully obtaining a noble child is also the day of repayment.

As everyone knows, it's not easy for dragons to have offspring; dragon eggs take a hundred years to hatch, and with spiritual energy now scarce, it will likely take at least another 150 years.

By then she might very well be dead.

This chance to see a true dragon can only be left for her own grandson.

Wang Dongqing swallowed his saliva, then said nothing, just gave Tushan Jiu a thumbs-up.

Maomao belatedly reminded, "You two have gone off topic; the focus now should be why Su Yuan has dragon scales. I recall ancient texts recording that the dragon's heart scale is the hardest substance in the world, able to block any attack, and the heart scale of a dragon that has achieved great cultivation can even block heavenly thunder."

Xiang Yichu also nodded, "I've seen it too, and I think Su Yuan choosing this place wasn't random; if he's using that dragon scale as his trump card, it's very likely from one of the dragons beneath the Tianchi of Spring White Mountain."

Tushan Jiu didn't speak, because she knew why Su Yuan had a heart scale in his hand.

This is a secret of the dragon clan, and also their weakness.

That is, the seemingly invulnerable heart scale actually sheds once every five hundred years, then regenerates.

The reason it's a weakness of the dragon clan is that during the shedding and evolution of the heart scale, they are at their weakest, so the dragon clan guards this secret to the death.

Dragons themselves are few and moreover mysterious; outside there are loads of people wanting to capture them, and among them are also foreigners from other countries keeping an eye on them.

As for the dragon scale in Su Yuan's hand, in her heavenly eye it appears to be a heart scale but has hardly any spiritual energy left.

Roughly estimated, it should be something a dragon found bothersome, thrown away as trash, yet Su Yuan still treated that thing as an "opportunity".

Tushan Jiu: "No problem, that dragon scale has long expired; its hardness now is only slightly greater than that of blast-resistant glass."

Wang Dongqing instantly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine; otherwise, if he pulled that out, wouldn't he be invincible!"

Xiang Yichu shook his head, disagreeing: "It's not invincible either, there's still the Tushan fellow cultivator."

Wang Dongqing: "......"

That's right, when it comes to connections, who could outdo her as a Sword Debt creditor? Everywhere are people who owe the Tushan Family Sword Debt!

Wang Dongqing looked at Xiang Yichu, thinking, however, saying this from the mouth of his heavenly scroll talented young sect master feels a bit out of character.

While they were speaking, the confrontation between the Su grandfather and grandson had heated up to a white-hot degree.

Su Yuan stubbornly refused to admit it was his fault, while Su Mu'an wore a look of disappointment and despair.

He said, "This time I will definitely not listen to you anymore; you are not my grandfather, you are the enemy who killed my father and mother. Since I can't send you to the authorities, let's go to hell together!"

Saying that, Su Mu'an closed his eyes and pressed the detonation button with his finger.

One second, two seconds.

The expected explosion sound and pain sensation were both absent.

Su Mu'an suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden box on the ground.

What he saw was that the wooden box remained utterly still.

Then came Su Yuan's manic laughter: "Grandson, do you know why you are the grandson and I am the grandfather?"

Su Mu'an looked at him hatefully, biting his lip hard, his face deathly pale.

Su Yuan's face changed in an instant, his eyes full of ruthlessness, he said: "Because the old ginger is still spicy!"

"I raised you from childhood; I know what you're going to do from a single move. I've guarded this secret for so many years—would I be stupid enough to let you discover it at a crucial moment?"

Su Mu'an widened his eyes, "You did it on purpose!"

"Exactly, I deliberately wanted you to know, I want to see how you'll choose—whether to follow me in building a grand undertaking, or be like your unambitious father."

"What a pity, you chose the latter; grandfather is deeply disappointed."

"Then next, you will personally witness your grandfather's path to godhood!"

As soon as his words fell, Su Mu'an shouted, "No! Not allowed!"

But it was already too late; the wooden box on the ground exploded, his father opened his eyes, and the seven talismans suppressing him on his body instantly turned to ash.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.

Lightning bolts flashed across the sky, thunder rumbled.

Heavenly Dao seemed to be brewing a vast tribulation.

The path to godhood is inherently about defying heaven and changing fate; whether human, demon, ghost, or strange creature, when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, they will all undergo heavenly tribulation.

But there is another kind: when Heavenly Dao senses a threat capable of annihilating all beings, it will send down heavenly thunder to destroy it.

And this tribulation, anyone with clear eyes knows it is the latter.

However, Su Yuan is completely unconcerned.

After finishing a string of incantations, Su Yunchen's whole body began to emit a pale golden light.

At the moment those lights of fortune and merit appeared, the tribulation also began to change silently.

Although its momentum remained grand, it was now different from the tribulation that had just destroyed the evil entities.

And Su Yuan, who had been leisurely walking to the side, shook a small bell in his hand, and an iron figure sprang out from nowhere, standing beside him.

Su Mu'an clenched his fists, that was his mother!