Chapter 542: The Abyss Dragon's Night Banquet

"One day in Tianting is one year in the Mortal World; that makes sense now."

Looking down at Weijing, the Dwarf muttered, his confusion regarding the strength of the Dragon Emperor and his consort finally resolved. Regardless of whether a year is counted as 360 or 365 days, their strength could hardly increase while dwelling in a small world—perhaps this was what they hoped for, to still retain a certain degree of flexibility.

"Let us part here, to meet again next year!"

"Brother, when you have time, come to Fuhong to sit for a while!"

Being away from their heavy responsibilities for half a month was already the limit for the Dragon-Blooded, and before the Heavenly Gate, they revealed their true forms, soaring into the sky and rushing in all directions, leaving only Bilong Yuanbo to accompany Snorri down the Heavenly Ladder.

"Since the Emperor and Empress have issued the imperial decree, this Chancellor shall naturally sharpen weapons and train horses, waiting quietly for notification."

The Cathay Chancellor rarely revealed his emotions, but his sixth brother had perished during the Chaos invasion. As a Peak Demigod, he could already clearly feel the world's rejection of him, and with the forces of Chaos increasingly on the rise, if he let things be, who would look after the eighth and ninth brothers when the time came?

"Mm, fortunately for the advice and support of you two, I will return to plan carefully and not betray your trust."

Returning to the quarters, although the officers had long reported that Snorri's banquet would take half a month, the accompanying Dwarves still nearly caused a ruckus. During the New Year, security was even tighter because Yuanbo was not in Weijing; it was supposed to be a celebration, yet it felt like being in prison.

"Set off for Fuzhou!"

Sitting on the ironclad sailing down the Shunyu River, Snorri ruminated on his meeting with Ulric—the official image of the White Wolf God was a burly man draped in a wolf pelt; the human form made Him easier to accept, but as Shenyang had said, was He still It?

"At least I must remain a Dwarf."

Having fought for so many years under the name of Snorri Thorsson, he had completely identified with this status. Therefore, the practice of letting believers create their own idols to accelerate the spread of faith must be curbed; his first priority upon returning would be to promote a unified Divine Statue.

"Secondly, for those who use my Wealth Authority for illicit deeds, zero tolerance; let Xiwa take her people to eradicate them."

His Wealth Authority had the most miscellaneous origins; both Gold King Imnak of Dragon Crag and Nightwalker Ranod had contributed. Regarding this part that was not so righteous, Snorri spoke of boycotting it, but he did not take much actual action—the rapid growth of divine power was too sweet.

"Once my identity is revealed, Justice and Oath will naturally expand; in this world, my name is already almost bound to them. If any Old God still has eyes that cannot see clearly, taking the Nightwalker Ranod as a warning, my axe is not yet dull!"

The Dwarf soon made up his mind; confidence increased along with his strength, and his style of conduct had to change as well. Powerful main gods had already communicated, and if weaker gods truly dared to obstruct him, they should be prepared to be cast into the Twilight.

Upon arriving at Fuzhou City, Yin Yin hosted a banquet as usual. The news that Snorri had forced Candle Dragon Lidao to reveal his true form in the time it took for a stick of incense to burn in Fuhong had already spread completely. The various generals, including Yang Yanzhang, looked at the Dwarf as if facing a ferocious beast, trembling and not daring to speak much when they wanted to reply.

"Why is the Clan Princess so unhappy? Which tactless person made you angry? I'll grab my hammer and go knock them!"

"Which one do you think it is?"

After the meeting, sitting in Yin Yin's study, the Longnü shed the dignified and solemn air she showed her subordinates, pouting her lips enough to hang Snorri's Warhammer on them. The Dwarf King scratched his head and chuckled as he replied.

"Restarting the Changya Zhilu is one thing, but Zhaoming is my younger brother after all; it is undignified to always be whining in front of the Empress Mother."

"You are so sensible and consider the big picture; it is the fortune of the Eight Lords to have such a good sister. I swear on the honor of my Clan that I will protect your interests and those of the Weidong Province."

The maritime trade route created huge profits for his territory. Although it was mutually beneficial, the transport relied almost entirely on Yin Yin's dragon fleet. Snorri knew he owed this long-term trading partner.

"But what is the deal with that neck ring? I covered for you in front of the Second Sister, but I don't recall ever repeatedly begging you for anything."

"Hiss~ this..."

Snorri gasped; back in Nangao, in order to lure Miaoying into wearing Latong's Beast-Taming Collar, he had used Yin Yin to provoke her. Even if they didn't get along well, they were still sisters after all; it was hard to explain when they compared notes face-to-face.

"Hmph, what 'this' or 'that'? I was born even earlier than your ancestral goddess. To think that knowing we are of the True Dragon body, you could still harbor desires—how strange."

The Abyss Dragon curled her lips. The exact time between the arrival of the Old Ones and the Chaos invasion was not recorded in history, but it was certainly within a thousand years. When Valaya became a god, Yin Yin was still a clueless baby dragon, but that didn't stop her from pulling rank.

"Interesting."

The Dwarf stroked his beard to calm his mood. For powerful and terrifying creatures like True Dragons, ordinary people could only feel awe and could never harbor love. The Soul Dragon had hidden her identity to fall in love with a mortal, but as a transmigrator, he was different—

From the classic fox spirits, snakes, female ghosts, and various female demons who wanted a tryst with the monk from the Great Tang, to the new-school cat-girls and dragon-girls. A man only cares if they are cute; who cares about the barriers of race?

Moreover, in his heart, the Eastern Dragon with scales and claws had a thick filter—having horns on the head was even more wonderful! In the eyes of an unsuspecting dragon, this appeared as a noble, true love that transcended race.

"Ahem, what I love is the soul, the personality, and the charm! As for the physical shell, that is superficial!"

"Is the Second Sister really that good? Keeping a cold face and looking at dragons through her nostrils, thinking that without her, we wouldn't even dare to leave Weijing Cheng."

Yin Yin's jealousy had almost solidified. She had once been forced to carefully examine the treasures the Dwarf offered; they could indeed extend and retract, which was truly rare. The thief before her had never mentioned it to her.

"Uh, Clan Princess, you are also beautiful and intelligent; you and Her Highness the Storm Dragon each have your own merits, each have your own merits!"

"Is that true?"

The Abyss Dragon crossed the desk in an instant, leaning down until her pretty face was almost pressed against Snorri's nose. Her breath, like orchids, made the Dwarf freeze slightly.

"Tr-truly."

"Hehe, you really are an honest Dwarf."

Their gazes met on Snorri; Yin Yin lightly brushed her hair and licked her lips—she was mature enough in every respect, she just hadn't found a qualified partner.

The guy in front of her was excellent enough, and the opportunity to snatch something belonging to the Second Sister held extra attraction for the Fuzhou Clan Princess—Miaoying enjoyed the Dragon Emperor's favor, resource allocation, and the people's reverence, and Weidong, whose development was second only to the Central Province, had always been "exploited" by her.

"Let me think, this should be the appropriate way~"

"If heaven gives it and you do not take it, you will instead suffer the blame!"

(End of chapter)