Chapter 45: Xiao Chen Heads for the Supreme Secret Treasury, the Lineage of the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor: Long Bichi

Jun Zhangjian’s face bore an excited expression.

He had obtained the Yuan Tian Supreme’s decree years ago, but never had a chance to use it.

Now, finally, news of the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury had surfaced.

“Oh, the secret treasury is about to emerge?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze remained calm.

He was not particularly surprised; it was exactly as he had anticipated.

“Correct,” Jun Zhangjian nodded. “Rumors say strange phenomena have appeared in Nanyuandaozhou, with the aura of a Supreme permeating the land. Without doubt, it must be the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury.”

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly. “Then good. After some preparation, we can set out.”

Jun Zhangjian continued, “Young Master, our Jun Clan has four prodigies who obtained the Yuan Tian Supreme’s decree.”

“Four?” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

“You, myself, Jun Xuehuang, and…” Jun Zhangjian paused, hesitating slightly.

“Who?” Jun Xiaoyao asked calmly.

“Jun Wanjie,” Jun Zhangjian exhaled.

He knew Jun Wanjie and Jun Xiaoyao had never gotten along.

“So it’s him. No matter.” Jun Xiaoyao dismissed it casually.

He possessed invincible potential, reigning supreme among his peers; Jun Wanjie meant nothing to him.

Within a few days, the news of the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury emerging in Nanyuandaozhou spread throughout the Three Thousand Daozhou.

A Supreme’s secret treasury—the treasure of an unparalleled Supreme—held appeal even for immortal sects, let alone lesser factions.

Suddenly, the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm’s Three Thousand Daozhou erupted in turmoil.

It was clear this would be a grand gathering of prodigies, a stage for factional rivalries.

…

Outside a mountain range in Kunzhou.

Xiao Chen and Wu Mingyue appeared.

Earlier, Xiao Chen had already confirmed that the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury had emerged in Nanyuandaozhou.

Qinglong Shiren had repeatedly urged him to seize the ancient dragon bones within the treasury.

Thus, he planned to head to Nanyuandaozhou.

“Mingyue, will you come with me to Nanyuandaozhou?” Xiao Chen gazed at Wu Mingyue, his eyes tender and warm.

During this time, though there had been no physical intimacy between them,

their relationship had grown remarkably harmonious.

This led Xiao Chen to believe he was nearly ready to win Wu Mingyue over.

Wu Mingyue’s face was veiled in white silk; her clear, autumn-like eyes regarded Xiao Chen with a trace of tenderness.

Yet she gently shook her head. “I’m sorry, Xiao Chen. The Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury will draw forces from all corners. If I appear, my identity will be exposed, and I’ll be dragged back.”

Wu Mingyue’s words darkened Xiao Chen’s expression slightly.

He now knew her true identity.

She was the eldest princess of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, a status of staggering magnitude.

She had fled alone because she refused to face the arranged marriage that awaited her.

She would not let her lifelong fate be manipulated by political interests.

“Mingyue, one day I will come to the Panwu Divine Dynasty and marry you!”

For no clear reason, Xiao Chen suddenly blurted out, his mind aflame.

Wu Mingyue’s fair face flushed crimson, like morning clouds reflecting on snow—exquisitely beautiful.

“Xiao Chen, what nonsense are you speaking?” Wu Mingyue, rarely showing shyness, murmured.

They say women in love lose their sense.

Wu Mingyue had not yet fully fallen, but she had developed feelings for Xiao Chen.

Yet she understood: though Xiao Chen was powerful, their social standings were mismatched.

The Panwu Divine Dynasty would never permit its eldest princess to marry a mere prince of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom.

“Heh, don’t worry—I Xiao Chen keep my word, never break it!” Xiao Chen grinned earnestly, radiating confidence.

That confident, sunlit smile stirred something special within Wu Mingyue.

Xiao Chen was unlike any young hero she had ever met—resolute and unadorned.

Though reluctant, Xiao Chen bid Wu Mingyue farewell.

“Xiao Chen, though I cannot openly accompany you, I will aid you in secret. If you face any danger within the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury, I will intervene.”

Wu Mingyue whispered to herself.

She had decided to follow Xiao Chen unseen.

The reason? A faint premonition stirred within her.

This journey to the Yuan Tian Supreme’s secret treasury would be perilous beyond measure.

…

The ancestral stronghold of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, Hongzhou.

Within a mountain range stretching ten thousand li, where dragon qi converged.

A majestic voice rang out.

“Bichi, long ago, that Yuan Tian Supreme was arrogant and tyrannical—he seized several priceless ancient dragon bones from our Ancestral Dragon Nest. Now that the treasury is opening, go and reclaim those bones.”

As the voice ended,

another woman clad in green armor suddenly revealed herself.

Her face was exquisite, her figure tall and slender; the green armor hugged her balanced form, radiating a heroic, martial grace.

Yet what drew the eye most was the pair of green dragon horns protruding from her sleek, jet-black hair—proof she was no human, but a primordial royal bloodline.

This woman was Long Bichi, a dragon maiden of extraordinary talent from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

In the Ancestral Dragon Nest, dragon maidens held status equal to dragon sons.

And in some ways, Long Bichi surpassed Long Haotian.

For her lineage had once produced the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor.

The primordial royal bloodline’s ancient emperor was a being equal to a human Great Emperor.

Thus, Long Bichi carried a trace of ancient emperor blood.

Though the ancient emperor blood within her had thinned over generations, nearly impossible to extract,

She was still a direct descendant of the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor—her talent beyond question.

“Yes, Bichi solemnly obeys the Ancestor’s command—I will retrieve the ancient dragon bones.” Long Bichi bowed, her martial bearing unmatched by any man.

“By the way, be cautious of the Jun Clan’s Divine Son. He may enter the fray during this treasury’s opening,” the majestic voice warned.

“Is the Jun Clan’s Divine Son truly that powerful?” Long Bichi furrowed her delicate brows.

These past days, she had heard countless tales of him—her ears were numb from it.

“The one who easily slew Long Haotian—what do you think?” the voice replied.

“Long Haotian fused one dragon essence—he’s no weakling. But I’ve fused two, fully refined and integrated. In strength, Long Haotian cannot match me.”

Long Bichi tilted her snow-white chin slightly, a flicker of confidence in her eyes.

Among prodigies, who bows to whom?

Before witnessing Jun Xiaoyao’s strength, even Jun Zhangjian, a clan member, had dismissed him.

How much less would Long Bichi, from a rival faction, take him seriously?

Often, until truly defeated, these proud prodigies refuse to yield.

To fear from the start is to shatter one’s Dao heart—there’s no point in cultivating further.

“In short, proceed with caution,” the voice cautioned.

“Understood. Bichi takes her leave.” Long Bichi bowed slightly, ignoring the warning, and departed to prepare for departure.

The majestic voice sighed softly: “Alas, my Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor lineage once had a sealed legitimate daughter descendant—now her whereabouts are lost, and with her, the complete Qingtian Dragon Transformation Scripture.”

“If we could find that legitimate daughter descendant and free her from her seal, our Ancestral Dragon Nest would birth another Long Aotian.”

“Then, with both the Forbidden Dragon Son and Forbidden Dragon Maiden emerging, what would the Jun Clan’s Divine Son amount to?”