Chapter 165: Eighth Prince of the East Sea Longgong, Little Princess of the Dongting Lineage

Ao Chun felt that his luck was truly excellent.

Not only was spring coming, but he had also encountered Azure Dragon Wood, a rare treasure perfectly suited to his Bloodline.

Taking advantage of his father's departure on business, he had snuck out of the Longgong, and while wandering about, he had unexpectedly encountered Princess Long Xuan from the Dongting Longgong.

The Dongting Longgong was no ordinary place, though his own East Sea Longgong sounded like it held a higher status.

But in reality? This Dongting Dragon King was a direct descendant of that Yinglong Laozu.

Although they belonged to the Dragon Clan, they held a pivotal position among both the Human Clan and the Dragon Clan.

They were by no means an ordinary family.

To put it bluntly, the Dongting Longgong had much more prestige in the Honghuang than their East Sea Longgong.

For instance, the past of the Dongting Dragon Lord's own younger brother—Qiantang Jun—proved this fact.

The nine years of floods suffered by the Human Clan's Di Yao were all caused by the rage of this Princess Long Xuan's uncle, Qiantang Jun.

And the result? Despite such a massive uproar, he only received the punishment of being confined to reflect on his mistakes.

It was painless and inconsequential.

If that had happened to his own father, who knows, perhaps one of his older brothers would be the one in charge of the East Sea Longgong right now! And this Princess Long Xuan was also extraordinary. From the moment she was born, her elders discovered she possessed the Yinglong Bloodline.

Over these years, her cultivation had been smooth sailing.

Even in this chance encounter, he was shocked to discover that Princess Long Xuan had already condensed the Yinglong Bloodline within her to the extreme, remarkably achieving the Yinglongzhishhen.

She was truly worthy of being the Dragon Clan's recognized second-best of the younger generation.

Well, the first of the younger generation was his cousin who had become a disciple under Guanyin of the South Sea.

Hearing this, it seemed the younger generation of the Dragon Clan was somewhat dominated by females, but in reality? That was just how it was.

Even the first among the Dragon Princes from the Four Seas Longgong—his cousin Mo Ang—could not compare to his cousin from the South Sea Longgong or this Princess Long Xuan before him.

Therefore, one could not blame him for fawning over Princess Long Xuan, acting like a sycophant.

Yet, Princess Long Xuan was indifferent to his frequent displays of devotion, brushing him off with a few words, and he still swallowed it willingly.

It was simply because this Princess Long Xuan—in terms of family background, appearance, cultivation, talent, and future—was the dream goddess of all the Dragon Princes of the Four Seas, and indeed, the entire Honghuang.

If he could truly win this princess's heart and have her graciously marry him, then he, Ao Chun, would truly be blessed by heaven and have smooth sailing from then on.

However, how could the buyer of this Azure Dragon Wood be him? Ao Chun sensed a terrifying Aura in front of the street stall and looked closely.

His eyes immediately widened in rage, turning bloodshot! More than a dozen years had passed~

Regarding the "white moonlight" he had admired in his childhood and the choice she had made some time ago, he had thought he wouldn't be holding any grudges.

After all, when he heard the news about this childhood playmate, he hadn't felt much of a reaction in his heart.

Hadn't he been pursuing Princess Long Xuan with fervent devotion just the same?

What did a moment of childhood admiration count for? That was how many years ago!

As it turned out, Ao Chun realized he still cared.

Perhaps it wasn't love, just a longing for that pure and ignorant time.

……

"Sister Ying, come and play with me!"

"You're just a little brat, what right do you have to call me sister?"

"Because I possess the Azure Dragon Bloodline, my father specially sealed me in an eggshell to nurture me, which is why I was born so late."

"I am the Eighth Prince of the East Sea Longgong!"

"Even that kid Ao Lie was born much later than me!"

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"Ah! Why are you hitting me?"

"Who told you to show off! Little fatty, remember, as long as you can't beat me, you have to call me sister for as long as you live!"

"Sister Ying! You really work much harder at your cultivation than I do!"

"Sister Ying, there are many fun places in Dongsheng Shenzhou, why don't we go out and play?"

"Sister Ying, you're already amazing! Relax a bit, balancing work and rest is the true path."

……

Ao Chun recalled the voice and smile of this Sister Ying from his childhood, that expression full of determination, and then looked at her current posture, standing respectfully by Fang Longye's side with lowered eyes.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Thus, Fang Longye saw a handsome Dragon Prince, even more resentful than himself, coming toward him while gnashing his teeth.

This pretty boy~

Laozi doesn't even know you, and you ruined my good deed, I haven't even settled the score with you yet! And you're staring at me with that look? Did I kill your father or steal your wife? Fang Longye, who had intended to curse and vent his anger, saw Ao Chun's eyes splitting and turning a deep crimson, and was full of confusion.

The curses that had reached his lips were immediately swallowed back.

Because this area was designated for rogue cultivators to set up stalls, there were almost no high-level figures with real backgrounds. Sensing Ao Chun's pure Dragon Clan Aura, the passing rogue cultivators all gave way.

After all, this might be Penglai, but it was even more so the East Sea. These small-fry rogue cultivators could not afford to offend the Dragon Clan.

In the blink of an eye, the furious Ao Chun and the intrigued Long Xuan arrived before Fang Longye.

Seeing Fang Longye, who had already calmed his mind and stood with a composed, graceful demeanor, his large sleeves swaying, Ao Chun roared: "You wicked thief! To think you've come to the East Sea!"

Fang Longye's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he asked uncertainly: "Do we know each other?"

Wa ya ya~

It could only be said that the highest form of insult is indifference.

Ao Chun's rage erupted, no longer caring that this place was a Xianfang in Penglai, and immediately summoned a wood-attribute long staff, intending to press the attack.

Boom—

A ray of light flashed, dazzling and brilliant.

Ao Ying moved to fly forward, deflected Ao Chun's attack with a single slash of her blade, and then knelt on one knee to plead for punishment: "Master, because of your servant, you have been burdened with an enemy. I beg Master to punish me~"

"Sister Ying?!"

Seeing Ao Ying's words and actions, an expression of disbelief appeared on Ao Chun's face.

Fang Longye's eyes were clear and bright; they flickered a few times as he silently operated his divine abilities. Heavenly Secrets were revealed instantly, and with Ao Ying's telepathic explanation, he immediately understood the inside story.

Good grief, the "yellow-haired guy" is actually me? What kind of bullshit plot development is this?

Looking at Ao Chun, who had become dejected after being countered by Ao Ying, and at Ao Ying, who was sincerely pleading for punishment before him, Fang Longye felt more and more that he was the great villain and great evildoer in this story.

However, he did not think that Ao Ying had any feelings for this pretty boy; it was clearly just Ao Chun's wishful thinking and unrequited infatuation.

With a flick of his sleeve, Fang Longye helped Ao Ying up and pulled her directly into his arms, saying: "What fault do you have? It is merely this pretty boy's wishful thinking!"

He then leaned into her ear and teased: "If you really want to talk about punishment, when we rest later, you…"

"Master…"

Ao Ying's face was full of shyness.

This intimate whispering and flirting was an even heavier blow in Ao Chun's eyes.

"Pretty boy, your Sister Ying has already given her body and soul to me. Stop with your wishful thinking!"

"Besides—"

Having understood Ao Chun's identity, Fang Longye's mouth curled, his face full of smiles, "If we really want to talk about it, we are actually relatives!"

Among the group of Longnu sent to him by the North Sea Longgong, it was not as if none of them came from the East Sea Longgong.

Immediately, Fang Longye sized up Long Xuan, who was beside Ao Chun; her hair was coiled in a high bun, her slender eyebrows danced lightly, her bright eyes were clear to the bottom, and her lips were like peonies.

Her whole person was noble and elegant, with peerless beauty. It could truly be said: like a colorful lotus blooming in a deep pool, like fragrant grass appearing by the water's edge.

A pair of sea-blue eyes were soul-stirring, and within the halo behind her, faintly visible wings shimmered with flowing light.

Yinglong?

His Bloodline throbbed; as a member of the Dragon Clan, he could naturally sense clearly the Yinglong Bloodline on this beautiful woman before him.

"This one's background is likely not simple!"

Fang Longye thought to himself, and immediately began to stir up trouble for his convenient brother-in-law, Ao Chun: "It seems you are still pursuing this fairy! Be more focused; you haven't succeeded yet, and you're already exposing your true nature?"

Afterward, ignoring the impotently furious Ao Chun, he instead bowed to the beautiful woman of the Dragon Clan before him: "Yuanlong of Cangmang Mountain greets this fellow Daoist!"

Long Xuan restrained her smile, cast aside her spectator mentality, nodded to Fang Longye, and replied: "You are very strong!"

Then, she added a short sentence: "I have heard of you."

Just two short sentences, her voice cold and crisp; every word was like a pearl, falling to the ground and turning into cold light.

After that, she spoke no more.

Fang Longye smiled, not taking it to heart.

Although he did not know which family this person was a descendant of, just looking at her mannerisms—not to mention Ao Chun's attitude toward her—he knew her background was noble.

She is a goddess, after all! It is normal for her to be a bit cold and aloof.

However, understanding is one thing, but he would not use his own warm face to press against someone else's cold backside.

Ignoring Ao Chun and Long Xuan, who had caused complications andted to intervene in his transaction, he paced over to the horse-faced True Immortal who was hiding to the side.

With a beaming smile, he said: "Fellow Daoist, shouldn't we complete the trade from just now?"

(End of this chapter)