As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 366 My Long Lian is truly divine and handsome!
"You...you are General Ji?"

"General...General?"

Ji Yuting's clothes were tattered and his hair was disheveled.

He used the Wind Control Technique to rush back to the Northern Fierce Army camp, crashing directly into the wooden fence.

The soldiers on guard were all dumbfounded.

If it weren't for the tattered clothes on Ji Yuting's body proving his identity, they would never have been able to connect this beggar-like, disheveled man with the young, ambitious general who had risen to the position of commander-in-chief and was eager to compete with Ling Yu.

Ji Yuting had given it his all the way, holding his breath as he ran all the way back to the Beilie Army camp before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't actually recognize the strange man who came later, the one who supposedly subdued dragons.

That was no longer important to him; preserving himself was the most important thing.

He collapsed to the ground, and several soldiers gathered around him, their faces full of concern.

From the Libu Pass in the distance behind us, there seemed to be another booming sound.

It seemed another battle was brewing, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

"Take...take me back!"

His chest was covered in blood, his face was deathly pale, and when he looked up, his eyes were blurry. He kept waving his hand at the guards and shouting in a hoarse voice like a broken gong.

"Forehead……"

Could it be that their general was also involved in the lightning and thunder, and the dragon's descent last night?
Why did he suffer such a serious injury?
The soldiers, having recovered from the shock of what had happened in the distance, quickly came forward to help him up.

But at that moment, Ji Yuting trembled.

Two short sticks slid out from his sleeve.

His eyes narrowed, and he quickly perked up, forcibly squeezing out his magical power in an attempt to control and firmly grasp the two short sticks.

However, the magical artifact that he used to be able to control perfectly was now like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, no longer under his control.

After a brief struggle, it slipped through his palm, turning into a streak of light and flying south until it disappeared.

"Cough cough!"

Ji Yuting's eyes widened in anger, and he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

what happened? !
He always strictly followed his master's teachings, carefully protecting the magic treasure and rarely letting anyone glimpse it.

How could it be... still lost?

"General!"

"General!"

Amidst the horrified gazes of several soldiers, his head lolled to the side, consumed by rage, and he lost consciousness, fainting instantly.

……

The bronze bells tinkled softly.

The dome has never had a moment of peace.

Everything had clearly come to a halt because of Long Lian's transformation into a dragon, and a rainbow hung in the sky above, surrounded by auspicious clouds.

However, in an instant, thunderclouds surged and electric arcs flashed.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, the purple-gold lightning crashed down.

However, this time the lightning did not strike Long Lian, who had been struck by lightning all night.

Instead, it blasted towards that particularly conspicuous and dazzling Vajra phantom.

The Dragon Subduing Technique can subdue dragons, but it seems that it can only subdue dragons.

The destructive purple-gold lightning struck down, and the two magnificent Vajra phantoms, surrounded by divine light, immediately vanished as streams of light.

"Cough cough..."

The madman shuddered, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly raised his head, his face contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted fiercely, "Who are you?!"

"Who dares to obstruct me, the Dragon-Subduing Celestial Venerable?!"

"Give me back the Dragon-Trapping Lock!"

The shadows obscured the sky.

The next instant, a fierce gust of wind rushed towards him, causing a few stubborn strands of hair on the back of his head to dance wildly in the wind.

A magnificent phoenix landed, and a handsome young man leaped down from its back.

The man didn't even glance at him, but looked at the dragon, who wasn't in good condition, with some concern.

Mingchen.

Fuyao flew thousands of miles through the night and finally arrived.

Mingchen's figure is considered tall for an ordinary person, but compared to Long Lian's Zhenzhen body, which is over a hundred feet long, he is still too small.

However, when Long Lian opened her eyes, she still saw him accurately.

She felt a little embarrassed.

How embarrassing!

She completed the most important turning point of her life.

She imagined herself soaring through the skies, majestic and awe-inspiring, telling Mingchen about her transformation.

Unexpectedly, on his first day after transforming into a dragon, he collapsed to the ground in despair and was almost subdued.

Ultimately, is it a snake? A jiao (a type of dragon)? A dragon?
Actually, there's no difference.

"Thank goodness~"

Ordinary people would feel awe and reverence towards such a deity, but Mingchen showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

Instead, he stepped forward, completely disregarding its fangs and claws, and gently stroked Long Lian's large head, whispering, "My Long Lian is truly handsome!"

Although it has fallen into the dust, its majesty remains undiminished.

After Long Lian transformed into a dragon, her entire demeanor changed. She seemed to possess an added aura of power and natural majesty. A single glance from her would instill a sense of dread from the depths of one's heart.

This is an aura of power emanating from within.

With the auspicious dragon and phoenix symbolizing good fortune, he now has both.

Mingchen arrived late and missed the ordeal of being tempered into a dragon by thunder and erosion with Long Lian.

However, it wasn't too late.

Mingchen also did not expect that Long Lian's greatest tribulation was not the tribulation of transforming into a dragon itself.

But it happened after the tribulation of transforming into a dragon.

If he had arrived any later, perhaps this toad, who knows where it came from, would have taken away his Dragon's Blessing.

Who knows what the future holds!

"Son..."

The dragon, which appeared fierce and imposing, actually spoke to me in a gentle and sweet female voice.

The two contrasting elements create a subtle sense of difference.

Although Mingchen may seem carefree and irresponsible, he is actually very secure.

He seemed omnipotent and capable of accomplishing anything.

With his arrival, it seemed that all the problems could be solved.

The moment Long Lian saw Ming Chen, all her guard was lifted.

Long Lian trusted him completely.

She knew that Mingchen would definitely protect her.

She was just a little embarrassed by her current disheveled appearance.

When that taut string loosens, fatigue and pain come crashing down like a landslide or tsunami.

She's barely clinging to life, her mind wandering, on the verge of losing consciousness and fainting.

Different people have different ways of getting along.

Mingchen didn't ask her anything, nor did he congratulate her on her successful transformation into a dragon, nor did he say anything inappropriate.

He simply looked down at her, his gaze gentle, and said with concern, "Take a rest."

"kindness!"

Long Lian nodded, her eyes flashing, and then her figure shrank countless times.

The dragon that had shocked countless people transformed into a small snake, burrowed into Mingchen's sleeve, and disappeared.

"who are you?!"

"What are you doing?!!"

Seeing that Mingchen was ignoring him, the dragon he had almost caught was about to slip away.

The madman panicked and rushed over, trying to grab Mingchen's shoulder while shouting loudly.

However, immediately afterward, a strong gust of wind hit his face, and he was thrown away.

"I am your ancestor!"

"No... I'm not as ugly as you, young man!"

Mingchen narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness in them, and his words were extremely harsh and vulgar.

She showed none of the gentleness she displayed when facing Long Lian. When Fuyao transformed into a phoenix, someone wanted to take her in.

Now that Long Lian has transformed into a dragon, someone wants to take her in.

He knew the rules of this world.

I want to use strong men for my own purposes!

After all, he encountered a white wolf and managed to lure, bombard, and intimidate it into becoming his mount.

Even though that's how the rules are, he's not happy.

"Give me back my dragon! I am the Dragon-Subduing Heavenly Lord!"

"You mortal, how dare you insult me ​​like this?!"

With the divine dragon, he could roam the world alone.

Without the dragon, he had only learned a useless, empty form of the Dragon Subduing Technique.

Today is his chance; if he misses this opportunity, he is destined to spend his life in despair.

If we don't encounter it, then so be it.

Encountering it, or missing it, is even more maddening and despairing.

The crazed man who had been thrown back charged forward once more, his face contorted in rage, his teeth drawing blood, his hands forming hand seals as he roared, "Dragon Subduing Technique - Heavenly Dipper True Body!!!"

only……

A gentle breeze ruffled his sparse hair.

Nothing happened.

The next instant, the size 46 shoe sole was imprinted on his face.

Mingchen kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and looked down at him coldly: "I'd like to ask you, who are you?!"

The strange man struggled, spitting at Mingchen repeatedly, and roared, "Heavenly Venerable! I am the Dragon Subduing Heavenly Venerable, how dare you..."

How do you communicate with a madman?

Mingchen frowned and asked again, "Where did you learn these spells?"

The strange man raised his head and grinned maliciously, saying, "I was born with this skill; I am a born supreme being! A god taught me the Dragon-Subduing Technique in a dream!"

A god? In a dream?
This story seems quite common.

Mingchen narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

Why have you come here?

"There is a destiny in the dark, this is my fate."

"This is my destiny! Quickly return the dragon to me!"

How could it be so perfect? ​​Long Lian had just transformed into a dragon, and immediately a cultivator with a highly effective dragon-subduing technique appeared here.

Is it said to be fate or destiny?

Mingchen didn't believe it.

This argument is utterly shameless; all conspiracies and schemes can be attributed to it.

"Your meeting her is your destiny, and your death at my hands is also your destiny!"

The gloves and chess pieces are destined to only have a one-way connection with the person behind them, and their life or death will never affect the person behind them in the slightest.

Everything this madman possesses is a gift, a bestowal.

At his level, he has no access to the realities of this world.

It would be extremely difficult to glean insights into those who strategize and control the world through this madman.

He looked up at the bright sky above, his eyes somewhat cold and sharp.

Since he killed the fire god with the Immortal Slayer Sword, he seems to have never encountered any legendary immortals or gods again.

In the next instant, a flash of light appeared, and the hideous head flew into the sky, spraying blood.

This mad cultivator, along with the dragon-subduing dream, returned to the underworld.

The dome was filled with light, the sun rose in the east, and the thunderclouds dispersed.

On the surface, everything has returned to calm, and the matter seems to have been resolved.

However, at this moment,
Two streaks of azure light streaked across the sky, descending towards Mingchen's direction.

Two shimmering, short wooden sticks fell and stuck into the ground.

"Young master, this is it, this is it!"

Fuyao, with her sharp eyes, recognized the item and immediately transmitted her voice to Mingchen, saying, "This is the item that Ji Yuting used when I was at Zhenling Pass."

Under the influence of invisible magic, the two magical weapons merged into one, transforming into an exquisitely carved, ancient scabbard that exuded an aura of vicissitudes of time.

"kindness?"

"Buzz~"

The withered and flourishing sword that Long Lian had not yet been able to retract trembled slightly on the ground, as if drawn by something, and flew to Ming Chen's side.

The sword was sheathed, fitting perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for him.

Lush greenery, bathed in radiant light, the flowers on the sword hilt trembled gently, brimming with the breath of life.

Mingchen was taken aback: "Old man?"

The next instant, the radiance vanished.

The flowers on the hilt withered, and the once vibrant green sword returned to its original withered state, falling into Mingchen's hands.

……

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Beyond the distant, towering mountains, in another space untouched by any other living being.

The earth shook violently, the heavens and earth shattered, and a hazy cloud of dust obscured the entire space. Huge, deep, pitch-black cracks tore through the earth, their depths unfathomable, and the sun was nowhere to be seen in the sky, which was dark and gloomy.

Only a series of enormous collision sounds rang out, and energy rippled outwards in concentric circles, causing mountains to crumble and space to collapse.

Space is constantly shrinking, while our field of vision is constantly expanding.

All the scenes in this turmoil were condensed together, and all the struggles vanished into nothingness, becoming a chess piece as black as ink.

"Snapped!"

The black piece is placed on the chessboard.

"That's it!"

"That was my disciple. How dare your degraded and punished mad child be worthy of the title?"

The speaker's voice was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"You won!"

"If one day a divine dragon ascends to the heavenly palace, he can attain the position of the Supreme God, be immortal and indestructible, and enjoy eternal life and prosperity."

The white piece is gently placed on the chessboard.

The other person spoke in a similarly calm voice, seemingly indifferent to everything that was happening.

From their perspective, the battle at the level of individual pieces is a contest of the entire game.

"She can do whatever she wants; she doesn't care about your divine position."

"Hardships are meant to be endured."

"Just don't wear any locks and let the thieves do as they please."

As the calm voice faded, another chess piece was placed on the chessboard.

I will use the strong as my own, put them in shackles, and let them be driven by me.

This is only natural.

That's how the world works.

If Long Lian had no one to protect her, she might also end up with the Dragon-Binding Lock.

However, if the background is explained, then there's no need to use them as henchmen or pawns.

As the white characters fell, the master changed the subject: "The Tiger King has ascended the throne, with the support of the Three Realms and the protection of the Four Directions. Do you intend to obstruct this great trend?"

"What is the general trend? The general trend you've defined?"

Hei Zi followed closely behind: "It was originally mine, so what's wrong with me taking it back to make a scabbard for my disciple?"

"You may fight over the overthrow of the dynasty if you wish; it is none of my business."

"Your disciple?"

"She is her, and I am me. You win if you can win."

"Snapped!"

Another black piece falls.

"That one..."

The voices were long and drawn out, but the final conversation ended without a conclusion and vanished without a trace.

The game of chess has ended.

It was unclear who won or lost, and the players on both sides of the chessboard had vanished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)