Chapter 327: 327. The Western Wasteland Begins to Bustle

327. Chapter 327: The Western Wasteland Begins to Bustle

A line of tigers, carrying large and small bundles, headed toward the Dragon Race with thick gifts.

It was not just the White Tiger Clan; the Xuanshe Clan, the Qingluan Clan, and other groups were all rushing toward the Dragon Race with gifts of gratitude.

Although they had all participated in the crusade against Lanbo, they had not actually contributed much effort; not only did they not contribute much, but they had also received quite a bit of comfort.

Now that the Dragon Race had become the benefactors of their entire Western Wasteland, they naturally had to prepare generous gifts to thank them.

Spirit Beasts were not like humans, having so many twists and turns; they only knew who acted righteously, and if someone did something good for them, they would all return the favor.

In an instant, after hearing the news, tribes large and small in the Western Wasteland prepared gifts of gratitude and rushed toward the Dragon Race.

Back at the Dragon Race, Xiaoxian and the four Elders suddenly discovered sweet rain falling from the sky, containing extremely rich Spiritual Power; without needing to think, they knew it was Su Chen's handiwork.

"Master must have found a way to save the entire Western Wasteland! Master is too amazing!"

Xiaoxian said with a look of excitement; if she were in her original form, her little tail would probably be wagging like a dog's.

"As expected of the reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon, even though his cultivation is only at the Great Saint Realm Fifth Layer, he is still so brilliant and talented."

The Great Elder could not help but nod in admiration, his eyes filled with approval.

"Indeed, thinking back to how I once looked at him with disdain, it seems now that we were wrong to an outrageous degree."

Whenever Ao Fang thought about how he had questioned Su Chen back then, he wished he could give himself two hard slaps.

Fortunately, Su Chen was magnanimous and did not hold it against him.

"The reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon—no matter how bad he could be, he wouldn't be that bad. We have truly struck gold."

Ao Meng stroked his beard and said with a beaming smile.

Now that Xiaoxian had become Su Chen's person, and the entire Dragon Race belonged to Xiaoxian, by extension, their Dragon Race was also Su Chen's people.

Su Chen was once the Great Emperor Dragon; one must know that countless Spirit Beasts in the past had wanted to become subordinates of the Great Emperor Dragon, yet they couldn't even reach the threshold to see him.

And they could be said to have picked up a huge bargain, directly becoming the in-laws of the Great Emperor Dragon.

Others could never have imagined that the usually noble and proud Dragons would now be so sycophantic; they didn't even seem like Dragons anymore.

But once they thought about how that person was the Great Emperor Dragon, everything instantly felt reasonable.

Before the few of them could discuss for long, they saw many Spirit Beasts swarming toward them, each one appearing very urgent.

This left the few Elders of the Dragon Race feeling somewhat puzzled. What was going on? Could it be that Lanbo had left behind many remnants that hadn't been eliminated? Otherwise, why were they in such a rush?

The White Tiger Clan Chief arrived at the destination first, and upon seeing the Elders, he let out an excited roar.

He hurriedly transformed into human form, a silly smile on his rugged face, and immediately said: "The fact that the famine can slowly return to normal this time is all thanks to the contribution of your Dragon Race; the killing of Lanbo is also an indelible merit."

Hearing this, the Elders of the Dragon Race were dumbfounded.

Other Spirit Beasts that followed closely behind also hurriedly expressed their thanks, very sincerely.

The other Elders finally understood; they had come here specifically to express their gratitude.

The Great Elder could not help but laugh out loud; he never expected that the Spirit Beast tribes of the Western Wasteland, who had kept to themselves for hundreds of thousands of years,

would actually start to be on good terms because of Su Chen.

"Everyone contributed to the killing of Lanbo this time, so it's not worth thanking us for; as for saving the Western Wasteland, that really wasn't our credit this time."

The Great Elder waved his hands while laughing, the pride on his face almost overflowing.

On the surface, he said it wasn't their credit, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it definitely had something to do with them. This left the White Tiger Clan Chief somewhat confused; besides the Dragon Race, what other tribe had such a close relationship with the Dragon Race that it could make the Dragon Race show such a proud expression? One must know that these Dragons were usually arrogant and kept to themselves throughout the Western Wasteland; the White Tiger Clan Chief had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and this was the first time he had seen them act this way.

It wasn't just the White Tiger Clan Chief; the chiefs of other tribes were also very shocked, suddenly becoming curious about what kind of sacred person it was who saved the entire Western Wasteland.

"I wonder if the Great Elder could tell us who exactly saved the entire Western Wasteland?"

The Qingluan Clan Chief stepped forward and said politely, though his words could not help but carry a hint of urgency.

Hearing this, the Great Elder laughed even more vigorously; at his advanced age, he almost laughed until his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

Welcoming everyone's gaze, he deliberately kept them in suspense: "Of course it is..."

Everyone looked at him nervously.

"The reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon!"

Hearing this, the Spirit Beasts of the other tribes were all very incredulous.

One must know that when they agreed to kill Lanbo together, part of the reason was hearing about the reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon.

But when they arrived, they discovered that this reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon was only at the Great Saint Realm cultivation, which made them somewhat disappointed.

Yet this god-like man not only killed Lanbo but had now saved the entire Western Wasteland.

This was the true hero!

The White Tiger Clan Chief could not help but say: "Truly, the younger generation is to be feared! As expected of the reincarnation of the Great Emperor Dragon!"

Once these words were spoken, others also echoed in agreement.

"I wonder where the Great Emperor Dragon is now? He once saved us, and now he has saved the entire Western Wasteland again; we must thank him in person."

The Xuanshe Clan Chief could not help but say.

If they had previously had any objections to Su Chen's identity, they were now completely convinced.

"He has not returned yet; if you truly wish to see him, you may wait here for a while."

The Second Elder stroked his beard and said in a friendly manner.

For the first time, they actually felt that it wasn't bad for the Dragon Race to be a bit lively.

There were many tribes that had come here, countless with noble bloodlines and ordinary ones alike; they had long heard of the Great Emperor Dragon's demeanor, and now that they had this opportunity, they naturally were unwilling to give it up.

Therefore, almost everyone stayed behind, and the Council Hall was filled with a sea of heads.

Meanwhile, Su Chen in the Ancient Castle did not yet know what was waiting for him.

All the Spiritual Power in the container had been released, and it subsequently lost its function, suddenly shattering in mid-air.

When everything ended, Natasha still hadn't quite reacted and could not help but ask: "Is the entire Western Wasteland... safe now?"

"It looks like that's correct."

Yi Zhuyue nodded.

The scene just now was too spectacular, with all the Spiritual Power erupting in an instant.

Although they did not know what earth-shattering changes had occurred outside, the shock brought to them within this cramped room was already enough.

The Great Elder saw this scene and was too moved to speak; as a native resident of the Western Wasteland, he hoped beyond measure that the wasteland would return to its former scene of harmony and joy. (End of chapter)