Chapter 1963: Ten Dragon Seeds

Facing the youth charging toward him, Ye Zhangqing had no intention of intervening.

He was just about to leave, but the blood‑stained youth, upon seeing Ye Zhangqing, lit up as if he had seen a savior.

He knew very well that, in this situation, Ye Zhangqing could absolutely save him, as long as the other party was willing to act, it would definitely work.

Feeling the three pursuers drawing nearer behind him, the youth gritted his teeth and, without hesitation, charged toward Ye Zhangqing.

Shī xiōng, that person is coming toward us.

Seeing the youth's movement, Tang Xin frowned slightly and said, without needing to guess, everyone knew what the youth intended—it was written all over his face.

Ye Zhangqing replied indifferently.

"Pay it no heed."

Those facing danger will instinctively try every means to survive; that is human nature.

However, what the youth does is his own business; as for whether to save him, that is Ye Zhangqing's choice.

The youth drew ever closer to Ye Zhangqing, and the three behind him also spotted Ye Zhangqing's party not far away.

His brows furrowed slightly, yet he did not give up, for the youth's possession was too tempting.

Ten dragon seeds, a full ten dragon seeds.

The youth had no idea what dog‑shit luck he had run into; on an ancient dragon corpse he had obtained a full ten dragon seeds.

An ancient dragon corpse actually giving birth to ten dragon seeds—such a probability, even when surveying the entire history of the ancient dragon battlefield, has hardly ever occurred; it is exceedingly low.

Yet it was precisely while the youth was harvesting the dragon seeds that those three spotted him.

Ten dragon seeds are absolutely enough to make people risk everything, so the three hesitated not at all and directly planned to kill and loot.

As for the notion of "first come, first served," that doesn't work in the ancient dragon battlefield; strength reigns supreme, the capable possess it—this is the world's most basic rule.

Principles are usually founded upon strength.

If it were Ye Zhangqing who had taken those ten dragon seeds, the "first come, first served" rule could apply, but not for this youth.

In the blink of an eye, the youth had closed the distance in just a few breaths and stood before Ye Zhangqing.

At the entrance, when Ye Zhangqing had slain the gelatinous flower, the youth happened to be present as well, fully aware of Ye Zhangqing's formidable strength—in the ancient dragon battlefield he was an invincible existence.

Therefore, even before reaching Ye Zhangqing's side, the youth could not help but shout loudly.

Ye Shī xiōng, save me.

As for that, Ye Zhangqing didn't even bother to acknowledge it—why should he save you for no reason?

Seeing that Ye Zhangqing had no intention of acting, the youth also realized this, gritted his teeth, and immediately said:

"Please, Ye Shī xiōng, save me; I am willing to exchange dragon seeds."

Upon hearing those two words "dragon seeds," Ye Zhangqing's steps halted—if you're talking about that, then I'm interested.

He turned his head to look at the youth rushing over, and the youth likewise let out a quiet sigh of relief—there was a chance.

Without hesitation, he flashed sideways and hid behind Ye Zhangqing, while the three pursuers also ended up in front of Ye Zhangqing's party, eyeing them warily.

Ye Zhangqing paid no heed to the three, instead turning his head to the youth and saying:

"Do you have dragon seeds? How many?"

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's inquiry, the youth hesitated a moment, then said:

"I... I am willing to exchange eight dragon seeds for my life; please, Ye Shī xiōng, protect me."

Eight dragon seeds???

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but feel delighted—this kid actually has that many dragon seeds?

Knowing that his own group, despite smooth sailing all the way, had managed only five dragon seeds, while this kid alone possesses eight—could he be a child of fortune?

Still, Ye Zhangqing found the price satisfactory—eight dragon seeds for a life, acceptable.

He gave a slight nod, then turned his head to the three pursuers and calmly said:

"Fellow Daoists, did you also hear that?"

"You want to protect him?"

Upon hearing that, the leader's face turned icy as he said:

"I want the dragon seeds."

Ye Zhangqing seemed to answer off‑topic, but the answer was already clear—this youth would protect himself.

Seeing that, the three exchanged glances, with no intention of leaving.

The three did not know Ye Zhangqing's identity, so they naturally felt little fear; their only concern was the numbers.

After all, they numbered only three, whereas Ye Zhangqing's party had six.

Therefore they did not act rashly; after a moment's thought, the leader said:

"Fellow Daoist, this kid has ten dragon seeds on him; hand him over and we'll split three seeds with you—how does that sound?"

"Otherwise, if we come to blows, it's uncertain who will fall; even though you outnumber us, my three brothers, if we fight to the death, will certainly be able to take a few of you down."

"Getting three dragon seeds for free—how about that?"

Out of apprehension, the leader made that proposal, but Ye Zhangqing didn't hear the latter part at all.

Having heard only "ten dragon seeds," Ye Zhangqing's gaze fell once more upon the youth.

His eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny, the youth felt his heart sink under Ye Zhangqing's gaze.

Moreover, he courteously greeted the three pursuers with salutations to their ancestors eighteen generations back.

"You say you're idle, why say all this? My ten dragon seeds are none of your business."

But now, Ye Zhangqing's gaze landed on him, and the youth could only steel himself and say:

"Ye Shī xiōng, I........"

He still wanted to explain, but Ye Zhangqing didn't let him finish and spoke first:

"Ten dragon seeds—I'll guarantee your life; otherwise I'll hand you over."

For Ye Zhangqing, whether to protect this youth is irrelevant.

Even if he were killed, I could later snatch the dragon seed back from those three; it would be the same, no difference.

Upon hearing this, the youth froze, his heart filled with turmoil.

He came to the ancient dragon battlefield this time for the dragon seed, as his breakthrough to the Ancestor Realm is imminent; with a dragon seed, success would be assured.

He originally only wanted to obtain a single dragon seed, after all he knows his own strength.

But who would have thought this tremendous fortune would suddenly fall on him, letting him find ten dragon seeds on an ancient dragon corpse.

At that moment he was extremely excited, yet he didn't expect that turning around would bring disaster.

Now faced with Ye Zhangqing's request, the youth is reluctant, after all dragon seeds fetch a high price in the Immortal Realm and can be exchanged for many immortal crystals.

Seeing his silence, Ye Zhangqing lost patience and spoke directly.

"Unwilling? Then................"

"Willing, I am willing."

Upon hearing this, the youth no longer dared hesitate, immediately nodding repeatedly.

Although dragon seeds are tempting, compared to life the youth can still tell which is more important.

Without dragon seeds one can still search for more, but without life there is truly nothing left.

Seeing the youth nod repeatedly, Ye Zhangqing extended his hand; seeing this, the youth instantly understood, taking all ten dragon seeds from his Space Ring and respectfully placing them in Ye Zhangqing's hand.

Seeing that there were indeed ten dragon seeds, Ye Zhangqing grinned, not bad, a rich harvest.