Chapter 87

Brilliant silver light burst forth, and the attacks of the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon and Chen Xin stalemated for ten seconds before shattering violently; countless Seven Slaughter Swords rained down, some piercing the dragon's chest, some piercing its limbs, directly pinning the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon to the ground.

Roar!

A sorrowful roar emanated from the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's mouth, a lament of unwillingness and anger.

If it were the recently transmigrated Gu Xuan, he might have felt sympathy and been moved by the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's plight, but now he would not.

Because Gu Xuan clearly knows how many humans these soul beasts have harmed during their growth, if he were to go to the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's nest now, there is a 99.99% chance he would see many human skeletons.

Humans and soul beasts are natural enemies; this is inevitable. Gu Xuan cannot say who is right or wrong, but in a world where might makes right, strength is everything.

"Mi He!" Chen Xin called out softly.

Mi He had been preparing to deliver a fatal blow to this Sword-Wing Magic Dragon; hearing Chen Xin's shout, he immediately unleashed his Breaking Army Sword, his purple third soul skill lighting up, the sword in his hand swelling to ten meters in the wind and crashing down directly onto the dragon's skull.

"Pfft!"

The Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's skull was pierced outright, brain matter mingling with blood-red and white substances spraying onto the ground in an instant; a bloody stench permeated the air, and a dark, ten-thousand-year soul ring slowly coalesced upon the dragon's body.

Mi He withdrew his martial soul, knelt on one knee before Chen Xin, and earnestly said, "Student thanks you for your grace, teacher; I will spend the rest of my life repaying your kindness."

Chen Xin looked at the earnest Mi He, feeling moved, stepped forward to help him up, and said softly, "As your teacher, I naturally know your heart; the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect will always be your home, and you will always be my disciple."

Mi He's eyes reddened at the words; Chen Xin continued, "Go on, you will soon catch up to me, and the title I previously bestowed upon you will soon be fulfilled."

Mi He nodded solemnly, sat cross-legged beside the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's body, regulated his breath and focused his mind, preparing to absorb the soul ring.

That's right; the provisional titles previously discussed for Left Wing, Mi He, and Long Wu were decided by Chen Xin and Gu Rong, or Ning Fengzhi, so Chen Xin is saying this now.

Seeing Second Elder resolve the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon so easily, Gu Xuan couldn't help but sigh; even without Ning Fengzhi's aid, the current Chen Xin is worthy of being called the continent's foremost attacker.

Using just a single soul skill, he subdued a Sword-Wing Magic Dragon comparable to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast; one must admit, when Chen Xin wields his sword, he is truly damn cool.

No wonder so many people admired Chen Xin in his previous life; there's a reason for it.

After twelve years of transmigration, this is the first time Gu Xuan has seen Chen Xin truly use the Myriad Swords Return to the Sect; the aura, the swagger—there's nothing to say!

Glancing at Du Gu Yan and Dugu Bo beside him, Gu Xuan said, "Stop just watching; let's go check out the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's nest. I've heard these dragon-type soul beasts like to hoard treasures—let's see if we can find something good."

Saying that, he pulled Du Gu Yan and Dugu Bo toward the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's nest; Left Wing and Long Wu glanced at this young master, exchanged a look, and smiled helplessly.

When Gu Xuan is serious, he's truly serious; but when he plays around, he's really flamboyant.

While everyone else was still reeling from the shock of Chen Xin's one‑move defeat of the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon, this kid was already thinking about going treasure hunting?

Those two weren't that bored; they went to stand guard beside Ning Fengzhi, meanwhile anticipating their ninth soul rings.

There's no need to elaborate on the quality of this Sword-Wing Magic Dragon—it's absolutely top‑tier; obtaining this soul ring will allow Mi He to advance a considerable distance in the realm of Title Douluo.

Without even mentioning matching Chen Xin, it's certainly not something an ordinary Title Douluo can compare to.

Seeing Left Wing and Long Wu approach, Ning Fengzhi noticed that Gu Xuan, Dugu Bo, and Du Gu Yan were missing, and asked, "Where are Xiao Xuan and the others?"

Left Wing replied, "Young Master Xuan and the Dugu seniors went to the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's nest to hunt for treasure."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless smile, shook his head slightly without saying anything, and began pondering where they should go next to save the most time.

Gu Xuan, accompanied by Dugu Bo and Du Gu Yan, arrived at the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's nest and found the environment surprisingly pleasant—no foul odor or mess as imagined, but rather exceptionally clean and fresh, with a faint fragrant scent inside the cave.

Moreover, because this solitary, powerful Sword-Wing Magic Dragon dislikes having other soul beasts near its territory, they encountered no obstruction along the way.

Seeing a cave thirty meters high, forty meters wide, and seemingly endless, Gu Xuan decisively pulled Du Gu Yan behind Dugu Bo and said, "Grandfather Dugu, I and Yan are afraid of the dark; please lead us."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo glanced at the night‑pearls embedded in the cave walls, his forehead creasing with black lines?

"Afraid of the dark? With your titanium‑alloy dog eyes, you'd be blinded if you weren't already blind!"

Fortunately, Gu Xuan still knew to bring Du Gu Yan along, which Dugu Bo found quite satisfactory.

After getting along for so long, Dugu Bo fully understood this brat's slippery nature; without a word, he went ahead to clear the path.

Du Gu Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, watching her grandfather's helpless yet amused expression; she couldn't help but sigh that Gu Xuan is indeed sometimes clever and quirky, and when he's being unserious, he's truly utterly unserious.

Fortunately, there were no other creatures in the cave, and the three of them reached the end after more than ten minutes.

It goes without saying that the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon must have been a miser in life; just the night‑pearls on the stone walls along the way are worth hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins.

Upon reaching the depths of the cave, Gu Xuan couldn't help but marvel at piles of pure gold and assorted crystals, with many priceless market treasures scattered about like ordinary stones.

Looking around, these items are worth at least five million gold soul coins; needless to say, the accumulations of tens of thousands of years by this Sword-Wing Magic Dragon could feed countless ordinary people at once.

It's a pity, though, that in this short time the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon ended up both personless and penniless—not only did it become someone else's soul ring, but all its lifetime treasures were taken away.

Just as Gu Xuan was about to store these items into a soul tool, a cute little nook deep in the cave caught his eye; stepping inside, he found a nest made entirely of special crystal containing an oval dragon egg one meter in diameter and two meters tall.

The dragon egg bore mysterious sword patterns, similar to the hilt‑sword wings on the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon's back.

"A dragon egg? Is the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon egg‑born?" Gu Xuan wondered faintly.

Du Gu Yan beside Gu Xuan snorted with a laugh: "Can't you focus on something less bizarre? Who cares whether it's egg‑born or live‑born?"

Dugu Bo also came over, examined the dragon egg closely, and said, "The life force inside the dragon egg is strong, and there's a heartbeat; it should hatch soon."

Hearing that, Gu Xuan suddenly had an idea: when these monsters are born, isn't it said that the first thing they see becomes their parent? If I bring this egg back and raise it, wouldn't I then have a foster son of the Sword-Wing Magic Dragon?

Imagine riding a Sword-Wing Magic Dragon foster son as domineering as that, conquering the four directions—how wonderful would that be?

Thinking thus, Gu Xuan's right index finger flashed with a jade‑green light, and an object resembling a money pouch appeared—the Blissful Treasure Bag.

Originally needing to store immortal‑grade herbs, he had asked Dugu Bo for this soul tool capable of holding living things, and Dugu Bo generously handed it over.

So that's what pattern means—this really is the pattern.

Given how Dugu Bo treats Gu Xuan, Gu Xuan couldn't possibly shortchange him—naturally not; all sorts of pills are provided, and he even lets Dugu Bo call himself grandfather, so Dugu Bo loses nothing.

ps: Typos will be corrected later.

(End of Chapter)