Chapter 307: Bringing the Dragon Back

"A Fei has proven that Fate Fragments aren't absolutely impossible to exchange," Kong Ming said.

A Fei's death, resurrection, the transfer of his Fate Fragment.

Confirmed some of the guesses Tang Luo had told him.

"Do you plan to spread the news?" Kong Ming looked at Tang Luo and asked.

"Of course, gotta make a living," Tang Luo said with a smile. "Let me think... as for the fee, the other party's original Fate Fragment will do nicely."

The Demon-Slaying Exorcism Enlightenment Society was about to launch a new line of business.

"This matter is of great importance, you'd best make thorough preparations... actually, forget it, pretend I didn't say anything." Kong Ming had originally wanted to remind Tang Luo to make foolproof preparations.

But on second thought, what was there to prepare for?

Even one of the founders of the Martial Arts Myth, that Chi Jing Daoist who entered the God-Demon Game and lived for at least several decades, probably wouldn't be a match for this white-robed monk before him.

With such strength, as long as he didn't provoke becoming the public enemy of the God-Demon Walkers, didn't make big news in the real world, who, and what matter, could make him wary and cautious?

At this moment, Kong Ming suddenly understood why Tang Luo acted so unrestrained, doing as he pleased in all things.

Because the other's strength truly allowed him to "do whatever he wants."

The only limit on him, presumably, was just the rules of the God-Demon Game.

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Inside the quiet room.

Tang Luo examined the gains he had obtained throughout the entire mission, now in his possession.

Two Fate Fragments: Fu Hongxue's Fate Fragment, A Fei's Fate Fragment. Among them, Fu Hongxue's Fate Fragment was already one-third spherical.

A Fei's Fate Fragment was much smaller.

Fu Wengxue's equipment saber, plus the large quantity of healing items and herbs exchanged for it, as well as ten Substitute Wooden Men.

Additionally, cleansing and guiding to salvation those monsters that plagued the Great Netherworld had also accumulated a considerable amount of Merit Power for Tang Luo.

"Begin healing."

Inside the quiet room, the Merit Jade Lotus hovered above his head. Tang Luo directly swallowed the Fate Fragments, and directly swallowed all the healing medicines and herbs in "one gulp."

A whale-swallowing style of violent healing.

Ao Yulie, guarding on the roof, rubbed his cheek: "Master's injuries are even heavier than imagined. But he feels even more terrifying than before."

Some distance away, Xiaotian Dog Lan lay lazily, tail swaying slightly, basking in the sun.

"Hey, doggy..." Ao Yulie tried to communicate with her.

Xiaotian Dog raised her head, glanced at Ao Yulie, turned her head away, completely ignoring him.

"Damn! She really is Yang Jian's dog! Even with just a wisp of remnant soul reborn, she has the same flaw as Yang Jian!" Ao Yulie said.

He was too naive; he originally thought Xiaotian Dog was so close to Master, thought it was training—taming success.

Xiaotian Dog should have become Master's shape by now.

Unexpectedly, no difference from before; like her master, taciturn, "looking down on people with dog eyes," only close to Master.

"Go, go, go." Ao Yulie lifted his head; he was also a proud dragon, he couldn't lose.

The remaining mission time passed in a flash.

Without any further ups and downs, Kong Ming and the others came separately to bid farewell to Tang Luo in seclusion, each seeking a place to wait for the return.

Ao Yulie bid farewell to everyone on Tang Luo's behalf, also harboring some doubts: the place Master spoke of taking him to, what place would it be?

Could it be another world formed after the Shanhai Realm shattered?

You must know, Ao Yulie had stayed in this world for quite some time, and had tried to search for Master and Senior Brothers, but found nothing.

He didn't start out hiding in Black Mountain Ravine opening a harem; he had put in effort too.

Master probably descended here from another world.

"Little White Dragon."

With a creak, the tightly shut door pushed open. Tang Luo walked out, extended his hand outward. In a moment, an extra building appeared in the courtyard.

"This is..." Ao Yulie could sense the yin qi emanating from this house.

It was a fairly sinister magic treasure; unknown why Master would use it.

It wasn't that he thought Tang Luo wouldn't use these gloomy, sinister magic treasures, but Ao Yulie knew very well that Tang Luo preferred those more fierce offensive magic treasures.

He had even said a sentence that Eldest Senior Brother regarded as a golden truth—if an offensive magic treasure isn't fierce, it has no value at all.

So this magic treasure wasn't used to directly attack enemies.

Purely in terms of offensive effect, Ao Yulie felt Tang Luo's fists were absolutely countless times more useful than this magic treasure.

"Go in." Sure enough, Tang Luo said to him.

"Oh, okay." Ao Yulie pushed the door and entered the Cursed House. Before long came his loud cries: "Master, the 'female goblin' inside is so beautiful."

"Are you sure?" Tang Luo laughed.

"Uh—" Ao Yulie's praise instantly vanished; he must have been shocked by Kawakami Eko's "true face," suffered a huge impact, couldn't even speak.

"Master, what did I do wrong? You can just tell me directly." Ao Yulie wept bitterly.

He only looked twice; the first glance seemed not bad, the second glance nearly made him gouge out his own eyes.

"Did nothing wrong. Stay inside for a while, I'll let you out later." Tang Luo was about to put the Cursed House away.

But when putting it away, he felt obvious resistance, as if it required him to forcefully suppress Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie obviously also sensed a trace of abnormality, immediately retracted all his power completely, becoming like a withered wood stump.

Not that he was worried Tang Luo couldn't suppress him.

But afraid that even unintentional resistance between the two would burst this strange house apart.

"I see." Tang Luo successfully put away the Cursed House, and understood why this change occurred.

Ao Yulie entered the Cursed House as an "outsider," unlike that female ghost collected from Lanruo Temple (Tang Luo directly named her Xiao Qian) and Kawakami Eko, who had already integrated into the Cursed House, becoming part of it.

With Ao Yulian inside the House of Curses, Tang Luo wanted to put the House of Curses away.

That was tantamount to "suppressing" Ao Yulian, understandable as "single-handedly pinning down a dragon"; naturally it required some effort.

But being able to put it away was a good start, almost foretelling that Ao Yulian could be safely brought out by Tang Luo.

If he couldn't put it away, Tang Luo and Kongming's conjecture would be immediately overturned, and bringing Ao Yulian away would be out of the question.

Putting away the House of Curses, Xiaotian Dog jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder, and he walked back into the quiet room.

The outside world saw no change either; when the mission time was up, Tang Luo didn't ask to stay longer, a beam of light flashed, and Tang Luo ended this rather lengthy eighth mission.

"Hmm... the time has changed."

After returning to the real world, Tang Luo paid a little attention to the time; this time it wasn't the seamless connection of before, five minutes had passed since Tang Luo left.

But in Martial Mythology, and on the Walk Close to Science side, there are also "records" of similar situations occurring.

It doesn't count as discovering any new change.

Temporarily ignoring a pile of mission reward information, Xiaotian Dog jumped back into the cat nest beside the sofa, Tang Luo walked to the balcony, used the Merit Jade Lotus to enter an invisible state, and leapt up.

He found a spacious, secluded place and released the House of Curses.

Ao Yulian inside pushed the door and walked out, his peerlessly handsome face written full with the two words "shock".

"Looks like you're a bit different from Xiaotian Dog and the others..." Tang Luo put away the House of Curses and said to Ao Yulian, "Come back with me first."

"Okay." Ao Yulian nodded, temporarily pressing down the many doubts in his heart, transformed into a dragon, carried Tang Luo and soared into the sky.

Of course, this time the size was much smaller, and a mass of clouds and mist completely concealed his figure, preventing detection by ordinary people.

Dragons are inherently able to be large or small, able to rise or hide; large they stir up clouds and spit mist, small they hide scales and conceal form; rising they fly through the universe, hiding they lurk within the waves.

Ao Yulian was naturally extremely skilled at changes of size, form, and transformation arts.

"Master, just now a segment of information directly emerged in my divine soul, telling me I've become your vassal and will follow you to complete missions together?" On the way back home under Tang Luo's direction, Ao Yulian said.

"Right." Tang Luo nodded, "The situation is like this..."

He briefly told the story of his "transmigration back" and the God-Demon Game.

"So Master, you always said 'Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly', that other life you had was real?" Ao Yulian was greatly surprised.

About being a transmigrator, Tang Luo had long ago explained it to the four disciples in another way.

The four disciples all learned a lot of new knowledge from Tang Luo, broadening their horizons.

"Of course it's real." Tang Luo said, "I feel that was my original beginning of life, now I've just returned to the original track. But this track is again entangled and intertwined with the God-Demon Game, the changes of the Shan Hai Realm."

"No matter what, you're my Master anyway." Ao Yulian said seriously.

During the Journey to the West, the one who beat him up was the Tang Luo Tang Xuanzang before him, the one who rode him was Tang Luo Tang Xuanzang, the one standing at the very front, fighting monsters in bloody battle was Tang Luo Tang Xuanzang.

Eating barbecue and singing songs, telling stories to everyone, bragging until everyone's eyes were opened wide was also this Tang Luo Tang Xuanzang.

At first he even persuaded him "wherever you go there are fragrant grasses, why pine for a single flower, look at your Second Senior Brother he's not bad, why don't you two make do together; if you want life to be bearable you've got to wear a bit of green on your head", who knows if he was comforting or mocking.

In a blink he was tearing the Nine-Headed Insect to shreds together with Eldest Senior Brother, piling up the Bibo Pond into city-fill earth, even the cold-faced three-eyed man looked on with a strange expression — that person was also Tang Luo, Tang Xuanzang.

Buddha's disciple Golden Cicada reincarnated, what is that?

What everyone experienced together was a person, never some identity of Golden Cicada reincarnated.

The Master Ao Yulian acknowledges has nothing to do with Golden Cicada reincarnated.

His Master is just the person before him, Tang Luo, Dharma name Xuanzang, a violent monk who doesn't look the least bit like a monk.

"Mm." Tang Luo acknowledged, patted Ao Yulian's shoulder, "When you returned, besides the information you received, were there any rewards?"

Ao Yulian shook his head.

He only got a segment of information, and didn't receive various rewards like a regular God-Demon Walker.

"Then cultivate well, quickly raise your cultivation back up for me." Tang Luo said.

"But Master, the Heaven and Earth Qi here is so thin..." Ao Yulian said, he had sensed it since coming out.

"Thin is good." Tang Luo said, "You're a dragon after all, uniquely gifted; for you it's merely Hell-level difficulty, not completely impossible to cultivate."

"Train well, tempered in Hell mode, later when you go to other mission worlds, cultivation will yield twice the result with half the effort."

"Master, how about I just be a salted dragon, wholeheartedly serving as your mount?" Ao Yulian said.

Cultivation is impossible to cultivate, he only wants to be a "salted dragon", staying by Master's side.

Master is a talent, strong too, super likes being by his side.