Chapter 302: Senior Dragon, reading vulgar storybooks!?

At this very moment, Xiaoxian had already received the Inheritance Memory, but she still needed time to digest it.

After all, the crystallized wisdom and memories of ancestors spanning thousands of years were as vast as a sea of stars; if an ordinary person were to bear so much, they would likely explode and die.

Although Xiaoxian's bloodline was extremely powerful and her aptitude could be considered top-tier among five-clawed golden Dragons, she was, after all, still in her infancy.

Her intellect and strength were not sufficient to carry so many memories; it was originally thought that the triple time-flow in this space would allow her to adapt as soon as possible.

But now, it seemed that would not work.

The Dragon sighed slightly, and with a slight movement of its mind, the golden light that had originally enveloped Xiaoxian instantly vanished into thin air.

"What is wrong?"

Xiaoxian had not yet had time to digest the extra knowledge; she only felt that she was standing outside a magnificent palace, but no matter what, she could not enter the room to take a look.

There were treasures inside, yet she could not enter to inspect them; Xiaoxian had been struggling with this for several hours, yet she still hadn't found the threshold.

Now that she was suddenly interrupted, she felt a bit nervous, thinking that the Dragon had interrupted her because it felt her aptitude was too poor and she was unworthy of the Inheritance Memory.

The more Xiaoxian thought about it, the more insecure she felt; her eyes darted around incessantly, and the gaze she directed at the Dragon carried a hint of pitifulness.

The Dragon did not expect this junior to be so interesting, so its tone involuntarily softened a few degrees as it said softly:

"I have temporarily sealed your Inheritance Memory for now. There are more important matters outside; the most urgent priority is to take your master and hurry up the mountain. It is still not too late to go now. Once that is resolved, what belongs to you will naturally belong to you."

Seeing that Xiaoxian still wore a worried expression, the Dragon could not help but offer a few more words of comfort.

Only then did Xiaoxian understand that it wasn't because her aptitude was too low and she was disliked by the Dragon senior, but because time was too short and there were more important things on the mountain.

The Holy Mountain was the habitat of the Dragon Race; if something happened at the summit, it was highly likely that the Dragon Race was in trouble.

At the thought that her own kin, whom she had never met, might be suffering a disaster as unprovoked as the Mermaid Race, Xiaoxian became incredibly anxious and immediately cast the matter of the Inheritance Memory to the back of her mind.

"Senior, then what should I do now?"

Xiaoxian said anxiously, looking as if she wished she could be at the summit immediately.

The Dragon looked at her appearance of being so concerned for her kin with a look of gratification; it had originally thought that since the Dragon Race now only had one five-clawed golden Dragon bloodline left, and she was still young, it might be difficult for her to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Now it seemed that it had worried too much.

Truly, the younger generation is to be feared.

"Do not be anxious. After I send you out, the exit of the Secret Realm will naturally appear. When that time comes, you must head to the summit as quickly as possible."

The Dragon said softly, with a hint of consolation, "You are the future hope of the Dragon Race. In the future, you must remember to never forget your original intention, cultivate your character, and serve my master."

Before Xiaoxian could understand what the last sentence meant, she felt the space around her begin to distort, which seemed to be a sign that she was about to leave.

In her urgency, she wanted to say something else, but she subconsciously saw the pile of storybooks stacked like a mountain nearby; because she was too shocked, the words she originally wanted to say became stuck in her throat.

By the time she reacted, she had already exited the Illusion Realm.

And as the Dragon watched Xiaoxian leave, it couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. It had been lonely here by itself for hundreds of thousands of years; although juniors occasionally entered this place, most were unable to obtain the inheritance due to poor aptitude.

If it hadn't experienced the liveliness, it would have been fine, and it could have endured it somehow, but after experiencing the liveliness, looking at the empty room now really carried a hint of desolation.

The Dragon only felt like a sentimental old man. It used to think those elders who were always lamenting the state of the world were too pretentious, but now that it had reached this age, it finally understood their hearts.

Out of boredom, its gaze fell unconsciously on the storybooks Su Chen had given it. Since it was alone anyway, reading some storybooks to pass the time would be fine.

It picked up a storybook at random, and the book immediately hovered in front of the Dragon, with several clear, large characters on it: *The Little Wife Runs Away, the Domineering Prince Loves Fiercely*.

Coupled with that gaudy cover, a wave of melodramatic aura rushed toward it.

"..."

The Dragon was stunned for a moment. Could it be about the rise and fall of human dynasties, how to build a great career in troubled times, and the choice between great love and small love? As expected of my master, truly a natural leadership style.

It flipped through a few pages at random and instantly couldn't look away; its whole being was drawn into it.

And this interlude here did not affect the other side in the slightest.

As soon as Xiaoxian opened her eyes, she hurried toward Su Chen and the others.

"Let's leave here quickly and go to the summit."

Xiaoxian said impatiently; if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't fly here, she would have been so anxious that her wings would have sparked.

"What exactly happened? Don't be anxious, tell us slowly."

Seeing her appearance, Luo Shen also instantly realized the severity of the situation and quickly stepped forward to say.

"Dragon senior told me to have us hurry to the Holy Mountain; it will be too late if we are late. It has a premonition that there is danger there."

Xiaoxian said, using the fastest speed of her life.

Upon hearing this, everyone instantly understood why Xiaoxian was so impatient; after all, they were her kin.

Thinking of this, everyone dared not delay.

And just at this moment, a halo of light slowly appeared within the Altar; it looked like a door, and the scenery of the outside world could be vaguely seen.

Everyone looked at each other and immediately understood that this was the exit to this Illusion Realm.

"Besides telling you this, did Dragon senior say anything else?"

Yi Zhuyue had a bad premonition in her heart, always feeling that it was Lanbo who was pulling the strings.

Xiaoxian was in a state of extreme urgency at this moment, and being asked so suddenly, her brain short-circuited. She thought for a long time before she remembered the scene she had seen before leaving.

"Dragon senior also reads vulgar storybooks!"

Xiaoxian closed her eyes and shouted as if she were facing death.

Once these words were spoken, everyone's footsteps could not help but pause, and they looked at Xiaoxian with strange expressions.

After Xiaoxian let it out, as if to verify her words, she immediately continued: "It's absolutely true! And the master also has those storybooks; I even saw the 'little wife'!"

Dragon senior, reading vulgar storybooks!? The others looked as if they had been struck by lightning, instantly stunned and charred by this contrast.

Su Chen's expression was very strange; if Xiaoxian was right, it was likely the books he had given the Dragon at the time that she had seen, resulting in this wonderful misunderstanding.

Yi Zhuyue and Lv Luo were both incredulous. The Dragon actually had such a hobby? In their hearts, the Dragon had always been serious and solemn; how could it read such storybooks? (End of chapter)