Chapter 294: Jade Dragon Third Prince

"Oh."

The white-robed young master responded with a sound, his figure flickering as he transformed into a streak of flowing light that shot straight into the clouds.

In an instant, the clear sky stretching for ten thousand miles was suddenly shrouded by dense clouds tinged with a hint of grayish-black, blocking out the sun, with no sunlight to be seen.

Within the dense clouds, faint, soundless flashes of lightning flickered.

But what shocked the myriad yaoguai was not that lightning, but the revealed scales and claws.

... That was clearly a dragon!

Before long, a massive white dragon head emerged from the dense clouds, a pair of sharp horns piercing the vault of heaven, majesty, ferocity, and elegance coexisting as one.

Golden-yellow eyes swept across, and the horde of yaoguai trembled.

Including the yaoguai and jingguai originally sheltered by Black Mountain's Ravine; they only knew the young master was extraordinarily powerful, and had speculated what kind of yaowu his root and foot might be, yet never imagined the young master would actually be a true dragon like this!

Golden Core cultivators still have definite records, and some have reappeared in the world now.

But true dragons, even in this world where cultivation is possible, are genuinely legends where the divine dragon shows its head but not its tail.

The Tree Yaoguai Granny's whole body was trembling; dry branches kept falling from her body without her even noticing.

True Dragon!

The Black Mountain Old Yaoguai was actually a True Dragon!

If this matter merely shocked the Tree Yaoguai Granny, then the exaggerated wail the Black Mountain Old Yaoguai had just let out from his mouth shocked the Tree Yaoguai Granny to the point of despair.

This True Dragon actually called this yaoseng Master?

Master?!

Although the Tree Yaoguai Granny was still prostrate on the ground, she felt her body had already sunk into an endless abyss, falling continuously, surrounded by endless darkness and icy cold.

The dragon head probed down from the clouds, surveyed a circle, then sank downward; the dense clouds instantly dispersed, and before everyone it transformed into a tall, large horse.

This horse was pure white all over, not containing a single stray hair; its mane moved without wind, like leaping white flames.

Starting from the four hooves going up, faint white dragon scales could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing, a divine steed transformed from a True Dragon.

Tang Luo looked at the white horse, then turned his head back again, walking over to the Tree Yaoguai Granny's corpse.

This guy, actually got scared to death alive.

This is normal too; originally already in a state of oil exhausted and lamp dried, clutching at the Black Mountain Old Yaoguai as a last life-saving straw was fine, but who would have thought that in the end, he would blunder into his enemy's old nest.

The shadow Tang Luo left in his heart was so heavy that he died on the spot, passing away directly.

"Master..." The Little White Dragon kicked his hooves behind Tang Luo, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Change back." Tang Luo said.

"Hah, many thanks Master!" The Little White Dragon laughed heartily, flowing light turning, transforming back into human form.

A body of white robes, long hair floating.

The man on the path is like jade, the young master is peerless in the world, like a banished immortal.

It's just that everyone saw him hugging this white-haired monk's leg and wailing a moment ago, so now it always feels weird.

There's a kind of "even such a pretty young lady still takes a shit" feeling of an idol shattering.

The Little White Dragon, son of the West Sea Dragon King Ao Run, the Third Prince; Little White Dragon is a nickname, usually called "Jade Dragon Third Prince".

Birth name Ao Yulie, "dragon as his name implies", the man matches his name.

He is a top-tier, peerless, unmatched beauty, and also a romantic seed.

It's just a pity that after escaping from Eagle Sorrow Ravine, the first ones he encountered were Tang Luo and Sun Wukong.

He only shares some common language with Second Senior Brother.

The dignified, peerlessly romantic Jade Dragon Third Prince, the bitterness in his heart — why are all the people around this young master such violent, fierce men?

Even Second Senior Brother doesn't know how to cherish the fairer sex, doesn't know that all good-looking women in the world, whether human or yaoguai, immortal or Buddha, are made of water, and must be held in the palm of one's hand?

After the journey to fetch scriptures succeeded, everyone received their respective rewards; the Little White Dragon became one of the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons Horses, but did not stay at Spirit Mountain, nor coil around the sky-piercing ornamental columns at the mountain gate, with all Buddhas praising the Tathagata's great Dharma.

Joking? In the Great Thunder Sound Temple on Spirit Mountain, every single one is a bald head; bald heads would be fine, but they're all male bald heads.

How could the Little White Dragon like such a place?

At least on the journey to the West, one could occasionally see a charming female yaojing, to feast one's eyes a bit.

The Thunder Sound Temple also didn't restrict the Little White Dragon to Spirit Mountain; actually, not a few Bodhisattvas and Buddhas don't reside long on Spirit Mountain.

For example, Guanyin resides at Mount Putuo in the South Sea; the Bodhisattva King Ksitigarbha even more so sits long in the Underworld, one could say he doesn't move an inch.

The Little White Dragon left and didn't return to the West Sea, just roamed the mortal world romantically.

When the great upheaval occurred, and Tang Luo "transmigrated" back to the modern era, who knows in which corner nook he was enjoying himself.

Didn't expect to suddenly meet him here.

And he even became the Black Mountain Old Yaoguai...

The Little White Dragon lightly smoothed his hair, then went to comfort those warblers and swallows.

Tang Luo, on the other hand, obtained three things from the Tree Yaoguai Granny's body — Fu Hongxue's saber (equipment), Fu Hongxue's fate fragment, and a small earth-yellow bead.

Fu Hongxue's saber naturally isn't called this.

Not much to say about it, just a relatively sharp saber, no extra skills either.

A pure saber, matched with a pure saber user, truly complements each other perfectly; it's just that the strength was lacking a bit, so he lost his life in the end.

Speaking of it, this is also a normal situation among gods and demons walking.

Death during missions is the norm.

The saber and fate fragment were temporarily put away by Tang Luo; after returning the saber can be sold, the fate fragment naturally used for healing injuries.

As for that earth-yellow small bead, it looked utterly unremarkable, size just right to pass through the circle formed by Tang Luo's thumb and forefinger.

This is an extremely profound magic treasure, and also a piece of equipment designated by gods and demons:

Earth Spirit Pearl

A spirit pearl formed from the gathered essence of the earth, converging with the power of boundless vitality.

————Don't think it's ugly; it's actually very useful.

And then there was no "and then."

The equipment's description was extremely brief, only a short name and a short summary, plus the customary remarks.

There was no related skill description.

But this doesn't mean the Earth Spirit Pearl isn't strong; on the contrary, it implies there are no fixed, rigid skill restrictions.

You see, Tang Luo's Drilling Wind Bone Sword doesn't have any "transformation" skills either, yet it can turn a sword into a whip.

In a sense, a skill is a kind of enhancement, but it is also a kind of restriction.

It's like when you first learn to drive: turn the steering wheel this many circles, align this point with that line.

Once proficient, those rules are gone—it all depends on the individual; not on the training ground, normal roads and parking spaces don't have that many "lines" for you to align with either.

Similarly, those restrictions are gone, allowing free play.

This Earth Spirit Pearl has no skill description, but judging from Tree Demon Granny's usage, one can know and guess its marvelous uses.

First is that effect of shifting and moving about.

A willow tree, without the Earth Spirit Pearl, how could it appear all over Dayou, and "flee for its life" under Tang Luo's pursuit?

Besides that, looking at the description, it also possesses the power of boundless vitality; perhaps one can extract the power inside to heal injuries!

Earth essence, soil and stone are heavy; ordinary people probably cannot easily manipulate or absorb them.

Even if used, it's hard to apply to healing injuries—one rush of "earth qi," and you might accidentally flush yourself into a handful of yellow earth.

But Tang Luo fears it not in the slightest.

Stowing the Earth Spirit Pearl as well, Tang Luo stood up and looked at Little White Dragon; the mission to destroy Lanruo Temple, with Tree Demon Granny's death, had naturally already succeeded.

By this point, the missions Tang Luo had completed, large and small, were approaching ten.

Among them were "Stop the Great Shaman's Emergence," "Weaken the Five Great Tribes of the Northern Plains," "Weaken the Huanxi Temple's Power," "Destroy Lanruo Temple"—relatively high-difficulty missions.

Who knows what reward he would get after this mission was thoroughly completed.

But Tang Luo didn't take it to heart; there were more important matters before him right now.

On the other side, Little White Dragon had already placated a group of female demons, letting them retreat first, then stared wide-eyed at Howling Celestial Dog.

After a moment, couldn't help but reach out a hand: "Little kitty..."

Result: bitten by Howling Celestial Dog in one snap, pain made him shake wildly: "Let go! Let go!"

Seeing Tang Luo look over, couldn't help but ask: "Master, where'd you get this cat? It's not a new mount, is it?"

Status seriously threatened!

"Yang Jian's Howling Celestial Dog," Tang Luo said.

"What?" Little White Dragon Ao Yulie froze, and Howling Celestial Dog took the opportunity to release its mouth, jumping to the ground.

"A strand of remnant soul reincarnated..." Tang Luo said, "What about you? How much strength remains?"

"This, this..." Ao Yulie hemmed and hawed, "Golden Core stage; Golden Core cultivators are no match for me."

The Golden Core stage he spoke of wasn't this world's Golden Core stage, but the Journey to the West world's Golden Core cultivators, the kind who could single-handedly pick up this world's Golden Core cultivators and beat them.

However... this guy was formerly one of the Eight Legions of Devas and Nagas, and a True Dragon.

Yet he actually only has this little strength left?

Tang Luo could tell Ao Yulie had no hidden injuries on his body, already recovered, but this recovery of his was different from Tang Luo's recovery.

If both their originals were a bucket, injury was the bucket smashing.

Tang Luo mended the bucket, and now is even forging a bigger bucket.

While Little White Dragon Ao Yulie simply discarded those broken parts, threw them all away, and used the remaining good parts to perfect a new bucket.

No need to continue suffering those injuries; if he re-cultivates back up later, it'll be much simpler and easier than the first time, just that the grinding work and checkpoints all need to be passed again, costing much time.

"Heh." Tang Luo let out a cold laugh, and didn't bother to scold.

During the Journey to the West, this guy was originally the mount, the weakest in strength.

Back at Eagle Sorrow Gorge, Tang Luo, who had just stepped onto the cultivation path not too long ago, forcibly beat Ao Yulie into submission.

Made him be the mount.

Unwilling? "Come come come, today we settle not only who's superior, but life and death."

What life and death! Back then the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace stood by with a big stick, smiling a non-smile!

This had to do with Tang Luo's exceptional ferocity, and also with Little White Dragon's weaker strength, and... not too fond of, nor too skilled at combat.

Tang Luo also didn't expect this guy to ever change his nature and become able to fight.

"Little White Dragon, Master still misses you very much." After laughing, Tang Luo patted Ao Yulie's shoulder, "Without you, Master can't take a single step."

"... Master, am I just a mount's role in your heart?" Ao Yulie expressed dissatisfaction.

I, the dignified Jade Dragon Third Prince, give me some face.

Although a mount's status is also very important.

"Hmm..." Tang Luo pondered a moment, "And cross-dressing? But you failed that time too."

Ao Yulie nearly vomited blood; right, one hundred percent it was his master, that Tang Xuanzang.

Tang Xuan—Burial! Buried countless demons and monsters, the mad monk who killed until seas of blood surged on the Journey to the West road.