Chapter 252

What a talent!

This demonic cultivator is truly a talent!

Su Lin, who was working overtime stuffing treasures and rare artifacts into stones, felt this couldn't go on—he was being turned into the protagonist of a scavenger novel.

Morning: gambling matches. Afternoon: gathering information. Night: gambling on strange stones.

And this guy was also cautious—even when betting in the Heavenly Relic Rivalry, he only wagered one-quarter of his spirit stones, to guard against opponents he couldn't fully read or whose true strength was hidden suddenly exploding.

"Tch." Su Lin grimaced, clicking his tongue—this way, even if he manipulated the matches, he couldn't recover all his spirit stones.

After dumping the last batch of strange stones onto the intermission filming site, Su Lin tidied up slightly and prepared to descend personally from Water Mirror Peak to create opportunities for the guy to spend more spirit stones.

To ensure the props were authentic, those spirit stones weren't just compressed qi—they were mixed with Ye Fan's divine source and pure source; if this guy absorbed them all, the cost of these props would be charged to him.

"Aowu! You stinking Daoist, what are you blabbering about? Do you think Dragon Elder believes your fairy tales meant for three-year-olds?"

Su Lin had just picked some spirit fruits for snacking when he heard the refined, gentle voice of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon coming from the training ground below.

"Wu Liang Tian Zun! This Daoist observes that your eel-like form is destined to meet me—I offer you a chance out of kindness, yet you turn on me and insult me! Alas!"

A stranger's voice—Su Lin turned his gaze downward and saw a fat Daoist Priest in a robe, looking deeply sorrowful, standing between two teleportation gates beside the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon.

Nearby, Ye Fan was locking eyes with a passerby—ordinary-looking, unremarkable in appearance.

"Aowu! I'll curse your immortal board! When Dragon Elder ruled the cosmos, you were still dreaming your spring-autumn dreams inside your coffin!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon's body swelled with the wind, claws and fangs bared, radiating terrifying presence.

"This is an ancient imperial relic left by the Ten Thousand Dragon Emperor! Only a hundred drops of essence blood are needed to attempt the supreme inheritance—you think it's expensive? I think it's expensive too!" Duan De showed no fear, holding a bronze jar, his expression clearly saying you're getting a steal.

"Expensive, your grandmother's leg!" the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon cursed, then grinned slyly: "Fatso, I'll trade you ten drops of essence blood for one thing on your person—will you swap?"

"Swap what?" Duan De asked. "This Daoist possesses nothing but this supreme inheritance to offer you."

"That ragged robe of yours? Dragon Elder feels a divine connection—he wishes to enter the Dao path. Give me your robe?" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon thrust his dragon head before Duan De, eyes brimming with greed.

Before Duan De could reply, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon immediately started yanking at Duan De's clothes.

"You damn it! Don't pull and tug at this Daoist!" Duan De hurriedly stopped him—his robe, though worn, bore a Bagua pattern that was an ancient treasure!

Duan De was baffled—how could this weakened true dragon have zero dragon dignity whatsoever?!

Su Lin slipped silently beside Ye Fan and asked: "Fifty-fifty?"

Ye Fan was startled, then recognized Su Lin and asked warily: "What fifty-fifty?"

"Didn't you bring Duan De here for me to rob?" Su Lin countered. "This is a fat sheep."

Ye Fan's heart stirred, but he still shook his head. "Forget it. Not the right time."

It would be too ungracious to break the bridge right after crossing.

Chen Nan was also startled—he felt this sudden youth standing before him, yet his perception detected nothing.

He knew the rogue dragon wouldn't harm him, but he remained wary of this strange place; these unfamiliar powerhouses seemed harmless, yet he sensed an utterly alien aura radiating from them.

"What's your name?" Su Lin asked the youth—though he was almost certain, he still had to ask.

"Chen Nan." Chen Nan thought for a moment and answered honestly—he'd already been famous across the continent.

"Do you have a brother named Chen Dong?" Su Lin asked, tossing him a fruit.

"No. Bad!" Chen Nan was certain no one in his family was named Chen Dong—but before he finished speaking, a beam of light shot from the pattern on his arm, flying toward the mist-shrouded mountains and fields.

I forgot about Dragon Baby!

The entire mountain was covered in spirit herbs and spirit fruits; liquidized qi flowed down streams and ravines; the peaks swirled with immortal aura, and the area was enveloped by an invisible, immensely powerful array—its danger level, in his mind, far surpassed Kunlun Mountain of the demon clans.

The beam flew straight toward the herb garden and orchard, and the rogue dragon's eyes flickered with mockery.

Sure enough, Su Lin's expression didn't change—he reached out with his left hand toward the air beside him and seized a chubby divine dragon by the head, its big watery eyes confusedly wondering why it couldn't fly anymore.

Chen Nan's heart lurched—this kind of technique? This must be a legendary elder-level existence!

"Please, sir, don't take it personally with him!" Chen Nan was deeply anxious, fearing Dragon Baby might be harmed.

He knew Dragon Baby's speed—he couldn't catch it even at the same level, yet this man casually reached through space and grabbed it—truly terrifyingly strong!

He silently cursed the rogue dragon for playing mysterious and not explaining this place beforehand—now things were bad; if he offended this powerful figure, today might not end well.

"On the Supreme Light Staff, I smell many fruits!" Dragon Baby's eyes darted around, his expression adorable: "Handsome brother, why are you holding me? Let me pick you some fruit!"

What is acting? This is acting! Su Lin had to admit—this dragon could fool a crowd with his appearance alone.

Wait—he just said "on the Supreme Light Staff"?

Paji~~!

"Your face is quite plump." Su Lin picked up the little guy, deciding not to hold a grudge because he was so cute: "Want fruit?"

Dragon Baby nodded, his voice muffled:

"The God says: one must deal with others sincerely. I truly wish to eat fruit."

"The God also says: no species, no high or low, all living beings must respect each other as they respect Him—so you better not say 'Aowu' again!!!"

Dragon Baby's rhythm was shattered—he was being rubbed on the face, his wings tugged, and he couldn't fight back—this was unbearable!

"The God says: to eat fruit, you must exchange equally." Su Lin, having personally tried cuddling the dragon, finally understood why people loved petting pets—this bouncy texture, this soft belly, these plump wings and horns—it was like opening a new world.

"The God never said that! Don't touch my tail!" Dragon Baby was about to cry—his grip was too strong.

"The God just said it. The God also says you're destined to join my Tianyi Sect—why not become my disciple?" Su Lin coaxed.

"On the Supreme Light Staff, the God never said that!" Dragon Baby looked at Chen Nan, seeking help with his eyes.

Meanwhile, the rogue dragon rolled in midair, laughing—no longer tugging at Duan De's robe.

"Elder, this little dragon is immature—please forgive him this once," Chen Nan said, frowning.

He glanced at the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon whistling over there, thinking of a way to make Su Lin release Dragon Baby—he feared that one phrase "destined to me" might lead to Dragon Baby being forcibly taken; divine dragons were exceedingly rare, and the Church of Light had once tried to claim Dragon Baby in the West.

"Elder, as the saying goes: a forcibly twisted melon won't be sweet. I'll discipline him properly," Chen Nan carefully said.

Dragon Baby grumbled: "The God says: His followers are kind and loving. You're being tyrannical—it's wrong."

"True," Su Lin nodded.

Dragon Baby's heart leapt—he felt the pressure in Su Lin's grip lessen slightly; though he still couldn't escape, it was at least a good sign.

But at this moment, a warm force came from behind him, a force he found deeply familiar.

Opposite him, Chen Nan instinctively stepped back, his eyes wide open—first filled with horror, then instantly replaced by concern and caution; he had already begun preparing to use his trump card.

Long Baobao was initially confused, but soon, through the reflection in Chen Nan's dark eyes, he saw it: the one holding him had become radiant and dazzling, with six luminous wings appearing behind the man.

"But the children of the god must be kind and loving—it doesn't mean the god himself must be kind and loving~." Su Lin flipped Long Baobao over and held him high.

"I just remembered—I'm the God of Light myself."

"Not some fake pretending to be divine to mooch off others—I'm the real God of Light."

He grinned, his smile impossibly bright.

But Chen Nan and Long Baobao on the other side still didn't understand the situation—only two words filled their minds: trouble.

They had stolen, taken, looted, and smashed their way through the Western Church of Light's treasury, even taking the hand bone of the God of Light—the Church's holy relic!

'We've run straight into the creditor's arms!'

Morally, they had no ground to stand on, and crucially, their martial strength seemed unlikely to help—the aura and power radiating from the opponent made Chen Nan curse inwardly, and he also cursed the Purple Gold Divine Dragon again.

Duan De straightened his clothes, his mind suddenly clear—he realized this must be the Saint-King who had been backing Ye Fan, but he was also considering whether to slip away quietly; the words the man had just spoken to Ye Fan had all reached his ears.

"Holy man! Oh no! By the God of Light, I am the most devout!" Long Baobao instantly masked his panic, speaking meekly: "Whatever you say is right."

The God of Light was a dead skull—but why had this guy come back to life?! Even if Long Baobao didn't understand, he knew he must not offend him now.

"Heh." Su Lin felt he'd teased the little one enough; but his eyes flickered, and a streak of Jin Guang flashed before him: "What's going on?"

Sudden change! A golden radiance erupted from Long Baobao's forehead, emitting an incredibly brilliant and dazzling light.

The golden bead embedded at the center of the little dragon's forehead—the relic born from the God of Light's hand bone—glowed forth, like a third eye.

The brilliant white light behind it pulsed at a different frequency; initially, the two lights' frequencies differed, but soon they gradually harmonized, merging inseparably.

A vast, holy aura, a sacred and pure light attribute, surged from Water Mirror Peak, drawing and swirling light elements like endless waves, like countless streams.

The Mr. Lights scattered across the world, existing as NPCs, also began emitting light unlike their usual glow.

Cultivators who were accepting quests or trying to use Light Memorial Coins for lotteries watched in shock—they clearly felt the immense power within the man growing stronger by the moment.

"Interesting, Pizi Long, hold your brother back—I'm busy right now." Su Lin said to the Purple Gold Divine Dragon.

Before anyone could ask, Long Baobao underwent another transformation!

A dragon's roar, piercing through void and chaos, erupted from him.

Massive sonic waves rippled through the sky, causing the empty heavens to ripple with shattered waves; a dragon's shadow appeared high above, as if trying to manifest again but unable to step from illusion into reality.

Fierce gales, carrying the dense spiritual energy of Water Mirror Peak, formed swirling tornadoes.

Su Lin glanced over and softly said to the tornadoes: "Be quiet."

The tornadoes vanished. This change was not beyond Su Lin's control, but he let it unfold without interference—he was, after all, on his home ground.

He merely prevented the tornadoes from fully forming out of concern for the spiritual plants in the herb gardens and the countless spiritual fruits scattered across the mountains.

Soon, the resonance gradually weakened; within Su Lin's split body, the cracks on the God of Light's Divine Core remained—but now, some new Light Laws had appeared that hadn't been there before.

He could clearly sense the quality of this Divine Core had slightly improved.

"A resonance between Light powers? I told you we were destined to meet." Su Lin spoke these words, but inside he was full of doubt—he couldn't understand how this guy, a moocher pretending to be the God of Light, whose true form was a Celestial Dragon, could trigger such a resonance?

The opponent's power had increased slightly, and the durability of his own Divine Core had strengthened—this wasn't bad at all.

Su Lin glanced at the little one, released his grip, and let the creature flap its wings and fly freely through the air.

"Chen Nan, I've grown stronger!" Long Baobao said joyfully, sensing the increase in his own power.

Actually, this wasn't accurate—Long Baobao was restoring his power, repairing himself.

In the Purple Gold Divine Dragon's world, Long Baobao had once been an ancient Great Virtuous Celestial Dragon of immense might, the first-generation God of Light in the West. After his death, he had not been reborn—he had instead dragged his shattered remains into a strange state, his true body now transformed into the current Long Baobao, slowly seeking recovery.

'Whether righteous or villainous, being the God of Light seems like a high-risk profession.' For some reason, Su Lin suddenly thought this.

"Thank you, Elder!" Chen Nan observed carefully and lowered his guard.

"Let Pizi Long explain later—I've got something else to attend to." Su Lin stepped forward, ready to leave; the demonic cultivator, seemingly triggered by something, appeared to be preparing to enter seclusion.

What's the point of cultivating? Spend! Don't you want to spend on all these wonderful things?!

"Wait…" Su Lin suddenly stopped and asked Ye Fan: "Where's Hei Huang?"

Ye Fan blinked, then replied: "He's eating."

This damn dog had been having too much fun lately—he only returned to Su Lin's World around mealtime and before sleeping, dragging Xiao Nannan along.

"Tell him to come over. Duan De, Pizi Long—help me out." Su Lin waved his hand, projecting a live feed of Seeing Qu Yanping; he pointed at the figure on screen and said: "Use any means necessary to empty every last spiritual stone from his pockets."

(End of Chapter)