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Chapter 203 What do you think a true dragon emperor is?

"Immortal Master, is this perhaps your method?"

They had all seen the immortal holding a half-burnt wooden stick in his hand.

I put it down just to demonstrate to them how to make that life-saving elixir.

Du Yuan nodded affirmatively:
"That's right, that's what it is."

"Is there anything we can do to help, Immortal Master? Before I was captured, I heard that your elixir could only be made with everyone's help!"

Du Yuan waved her hand:

"This time, it's not necessary. Besides, it's not advisable for you all to stay here any longer. It would be better to set off as soon as possible and go to a truly safe place."

Upon hearing this, the disaster victims dared not delay, bowing their heads in thanks before hurrying away. Only the first victim to speak picked up the bandit leader's broadsword, hesitatingly speaking:
"Immortal Master, I...I want to go back up the mountain for a while, is that alright?"

Du Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Why is that?"

The man pointed in the direction he had come from, his voice earnest:
“Those thieves captured many poor people. We were only brought out because we were still able-bodied. The rest are locked in caves! I want to go back and release them, and also tell them the method for making your elixir!”

Du Yuan laughed loudly:
"It is truly rare for someone to have such a kind heart."

The man scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly:

"Hehe, actually I also want to go back and get some of the gold, silver and valuables they left behind."

“Even so, you deserve it. Go quickly!” Du Yuan changed the subject, “By the way, if you go in this direction, you’ll definitely run into the chaotic army later.”

The crimson aura in the direction he was heading was growing stronger and was gradually moving towards this place. Judging by the time, if he went there, he would definitely run into it.

"Oh, then, what should we do?"

The man was startled. No wonder the immortal said they shouldn't stay here for long.

Du Yuan laughed:

"That's easy. I'll give you something and teach you a few words, and I guarantee they won't hurt you. They'll treat you well and let you pass safely!"

"Oh dear, please teach me, Immortal Master!"

Du Yuan looked around, then her eyes lit up and she plucked a long, withered blade of grass from the ground.

To this point:
"Change!"

The withered grass rustled and shimmered with golden light, instantly transforming from worthless withered grass into a glittering golden treasure.

Du Yuan then handed it to the man, saying:

"You, just hold this in front of you when the time comes. They'll definitely be suspicious when they see it. When they ask, just say you saw a deity drawing a dragon. That way, I guarantee you'll be fine!"

The man dared not delay, and immediately threw down his broadsword, picked up the herb that had turned into gold, and left.

They hadn't run far when, as expected, they ran into a large, chaotic army.

These men, all clad in armor and mounted on horseback, looked imposing and were clearly the elite of the elite. The man squinted and peered closer, and spotted, amidst the chaos of the army, a person dressed in fine clothes riding a white skeletal leopard!
"Wow, there's such an extraordinary person in this rebel army!"

That white leopard was really eye-catching!
The vanguard had already spotted the man, and now two or three riders on horseback were approaching. Just as they were about to question him, their sharp eyes caught sight of the golden grass the man was carrying—

Such a large piece of gold is rare enough, but the roots and veins of this golden plant are clearly visible, making it obviously no ordinary object. Its dazzling gold makes one dizzy and uneasy.

Several soldiers immediately had an idea, wanting to seize the treasure and present it to the general, but they also became more cautious and questioned him:

"Who are you? What are you doing here? And what are you holding in your hand?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing left and right, fearing that this person was deliberately using strange objects to block the road as bait to lure the ambushing soldiers on both sides to attack.

The man hurriedly held up the golden grass and said, "This, this was given to me by an immortal! He said I would definitely meet you soldiers, and that taking this thing would ensure my safety!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers were immediately alarmed, and one of them hastily spurred his horse back. A moment later, the man saw the richly dressed man riding the white-boned leopard, leading a group of generals, approach with an imposing air. He first glanced at the clearly extraordinary golden grass in the man's hand, then at the man's shabby attire, before speaking:

"You're saying this treasure was given to you by an immortal?"

The man nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! The immortal master predicted that I would meet you all, so he gave me this, saying that it would help me get through this smoothly!"

The general on the right flank became increasingly interested: "Oh? What kind of immortal?"

"This immortal looks quite young, and he's still drawing a dragon up there!"

The man was shrewd and didn't mention that the person was an immortal from Cold Pine Mountain who refined elixirs.

Painting a dragon?!
The dragon has always been a symbol of the monarch. This general on the right flank had long harbored ambitions for the throne, and these words captivated him almost instantly.

"Yes, draw a dragon!"

After a moment's thought, the Right Wing General decided to go and pay a visit.

At the same time, he said to the man:
"Since there's this connection, you should go over there!"

The man was overjoyed, but wisely put down the golden herb and said:

"Thank you, General! Thank you, General! I will present this item to you!"

Seeing his tactful manner, the Right Wing General smiled slightly and said:

"Guards, bestow the reward!"

One of his subordinates immediately tossed him a bag of silver.

It couldn't compare to the golden grass, but it was enough to make the man beam with joy, and he hurriedly thanked him and left.

The general on the right flank took the golden herb, admiring it more and more as he looked at it. He stroked it for a long time before reluctantly putting it down, and immediately ordered, "Quickly, hurry up and follow me to pay respects to the immortal!"

The army immediately sped up its journey.

Before they even saw Du Yuan, the Right Route General was surprised to see a Jin man with a terrified expression.

"Hey? What is this?"

This sight left not only the Right Wing General but also the army behind him utterly astonished—was this gold or a human? If it was gold, how could it be so lifelike? If it was a human, how could it transform into a golden body?

A sense of unease swept through the right-wing general's heart, but having already come this far, how could he turn back? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

A moment later, they saw the immortal the man had mentioned, the one who was drawing a dragon. The immortal stood before the cliff face, holding a carbonized wooden stick and drawing the dragon's claws. Although only the latter half was drawn, and the most important part—the dragon's head—was not yet visible, it was already instantly recognizable as a dragon, and incredibly lifelike!
"This must be the immortal who painted the dragon!"

"Wait here, I will come over myself!" With that, he rode forward on his white bone leopard.

But the leopard had only taken a few steps when it suddenly stopped, cowering and refusing to move.

No matter how the general on the right flank urged him, he dared not take another step forward.

Seeing this, the general on the right flank became even more certain that this immortal must be incredibly extraordinary!
He immediately abandoned the white-boned leopard, dismounted, and strode forward.

After walking up behind Du Yuan, he led his generals to bow and say:
"I am Chen Su, the Right Route General of the Right Wing Army! I pay my respects to the Immortal!"

"But what is the immortal's name?"

Du Yuan finally stopped what she was doing and turned around to look seriously at the right flank general of the rebel army.

After a moment, Du Yuan put down the wooden stick in her hand, frowned, and asked:

"What do you think constitutes a true Son of Heaven?"

(End of this chapter)