Chapter 158: Greedy Di Long Rongyuan

The old man's expression changed after listening, and the few men in black robes beside him began to whisper.

After a while, they seemed to reach a conclusion; the old man sneered, "Since you're courting death, I'll grant it."

Then he went to the crater at the mountain's peak, knelt on the ground, and prayed aloud.

"Great Di Long Rongyuan! Please awaken from your slumber!"

A long roar erupted from the volcano's interior, and a massive column of lava shot straight up; the old man who had been calling out hurried to run, but he was a step too late, engulfed by the scorching lava and instantly melted.

Walo Sang heard the roar and thought, "This doesn't bode well; why does it sound so familiar?"

"It sounded just like the master's roar."

The next moment, a gigantic silhouette shot skyward from the volcano, spreading its wings and blotting out the sun.

Crimson dragon scales, a body over eighty meters long, and a terrifying presence as vast as an abyssal sea.

This is an extremely ancient red dragon!

"Damn, a red dragon?!"

Walo Sang turned pale with shock, his muscles tensing as he tried to snatch a dragon scale from behind, but under the red dragon's Dragon Might he lost all ability to move.

The rain dragon beside him bowed its head respectfully.

"Oh? Te La Lou Ke Te? Is that you who wishes to see me? Tell me, why are you seeking the great Di Long Rongyuan?"

The red dragon perched in the sky, arrogantly looking down at the rain dragon as it questioned.

"Mighty Di Long Rongyuan, that is I. I have come this time to present my master's request to purchase granite from you."

"Oh?" the red dragon's heart stirred, greed flashing in its eyes.

"Your master? To be the master of a rain dragon must be wealthy. Tell me where your master is; I'll go meet him in person!"

The rain dragon smiled, "Of course, my master is a powerful Juan Ce Long!"

Although lacking the dragon lineage, the rain dragon at first didn't know Naimi Xisi's race, but after so long together, it has learned much about its master's species.

Unlike it, the red dragon knows the existence of Juan Ce Long very well.

"Juan Ce Long?! How did those Mechanical Realm book nerds end up in the primary material plane?" the red dragon frowned.

The red dragon is exceedingly arrogant, no exception; when facing most great dragons, except the Golden Dragon, it is extremely overconfident.

Yet a Juan Ce Long, an interdimensional dragon, is not ordinary; these Arcane Power dragons grow terrifyingly strong with age.

If a Juan Ce Long younger than him is fine, but if it's as old as him, even an ancient dragon—

—then he still has no intention of face‑to‑face 'communication' with it.

The red dragon, initially harboring a sinister motive, sobered up, coughed a few times and asked, "Let's postpone then. Tell me, how much are you willing to pay for the rocks? I can tell you, everything here is premium, priced very high!"

The rain dragon sneered inwardly, knowing this red dragon is far more cowardly than its own kind; for years it has hidden in the tiny region of Di Long Volcano, wielding power without daring a single step outside, and it shows.

On Ma Zi Te Ke there are also five‑colored great dragons, most of which migrated from Frelen ten thousand years ago, yet the benevolent dragons have never seen any for some reason.

This means most Ma Zi Te Ke inhabitants have never seen a dragon, because the five‑colored evil dragons prefer remote places and do not integrate into human society like the benevolent dragons, proclaiming their existence.

"Granite worth five hundred thousand gold coins!" Walo Sang hurriedly exclaimed. The red dragon's dull‑yellow vertical pupils snapped at Walo Sang, full of greed.

"Five hundred thousand gold coins?!! Alright, alright, don't worry, I Di Luo Na Ou guarantee you'll definitely get the highest‑quality—what's it called—oh, granite!"

The red dragon looked excited, but it had no idea what those broken stones were called; they were all handled by cheap slaves.

In its view, a pile of unwanted broken stones that could fetch so many gold coins was perfectly fine to give away entirely.

The black‑robed men beside them coughed a few times, then tremulously said, "Master, perhaps we should discuss the specifics with them."

Fearing that their spendthrift leader, who doesn't understand granite's value, would give everything away in one breath, the Nik Salan serving the red dragon had to endure the risky suggestion of being incinerated by the impatient dragon's breath.

"Tsk," Di Luo Na Ou spat impatiently, "Then I won't interfere. Remember, this deal must close, or I'll make your body tonight's dinner!"

The black‑robed men quickly agreed, then began detailed negotiations with Walo Sang.

After several rounds of back‑and‑forth, the price was settled; Walo Sang exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reached into his pack for the teleportation Scale.

When he first arrived, the rain dragon had told him he could return on his own, as the rain dragon still wanted to wander the forest.

Everything had gone smoothly, but when he produced that Scale, Di Luo Na Ou, who had intended to rest at the volcano's base, suddenly froze.

!

He lifted a claw toward the dragon Scale; magical force instantly snatched the Scale into his hand. He brought it to his nose, inhaled, and his eyes held a strange amusement.

"Does this scent mean your master is an adult Juan Ce Long?"

The rain dragon's gaze darkened; it didn't know Naimi Xisi's age, but from the size it couldn't be an adult dragon!

Yet the red dragon is extremely self‑centered; it only trusts its own judgment and cannot be allowed to think this is its master's Scale, otherwise it would forcibly seize both of them.

Realizing this, the rain dragon hurried, "Isn't this the life‑saving Scroll you bought from the Huo Ake Li Alliance? I didn't expect you to be so generous, Walo Sang, planning to use the hard‑earned Scroll to speed your journey?"

Seeing the rain dragon's reaction, Walo Sang instantly sensed something amiss, so he feigned nonchalance, "It's not about making a profit; I just want things to be easier."

Then he looked at the red dragon and pleaded, "Great Red Dragon Prince, this Scroll is one I saved up for a long time to purchase; it's worth little to you but represents a year's savings for me. Could you return it to me?"

The two sang in harmony, their detailed, flawless performance deceiving the red dragon, which glanced suspiciously at them and then at the Scale in its claw.

The whole thing was silver, seemingly different from the white scales of a Juan Ce Long, yet such intricate magical runes could belong to no other dragon besides a Juan Ce Long.

If it truly were an adult Juan Ce Long capable of handing over five hundred thousand gold coins, he would surely strip the opponent's entire lair!

But

if not?

As usual, the extremely cowardly Di Luo Na Ou wrestled with indecision.

But soon he resolved, gritting his teeth.

"Damned it, I'm betting! Even if it isn't an adult Juan Ce Long, so what! At worst I'll just run away!"

Seeing the red dragon's suddenly fierce gaze, the rain dragon thought, "This is bad," turned to flee, but in the next instant, a sky‑filled cascade of red flames fell, forming an unextinguishing wall of fire in his escape path.

"Where are you going, Te La Lou Ke Te?" the red dragon's grim voice came from behind.

He stiffly turned his head back, only to find the massive red dragon looming behind him, staring silently.

(End of chapter)