Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

First, in order to verify the effects of the Geduo pills and to prepare for the sect's possible future needs, she used a large sum of money to exchange for a batch of valuable pills from Geduo through various channels.

This immediately shrunk Yuexuan's working capital accumulated over the years by a significant amount.

This isn't over yet.

Immediately after, the second brother, Tang Hao, arrived.

He was seriously injured, his foundation was damaged, and ordinary medicine was completely ineffective.

In order to treat him and stabilize his injuries, Tang Yuehua spared no expense in searching for reliable support-type Soul Masters, which was a considerable expense.

And this is only for the taller trees.

More importantly, it's the medicinal herbs.

Tang Hao's injuries were like a bottomless pit, requiring a large amount of precious natural treasures to nourish his riddled meridians and internal organs.

Every single medicinal herb that is presentable and effective against injuries at the Title Douluo level is priceless.

In order to find these medicinal herbs, Tang Yuehua used all her connections and channels, and the amount of gold soul coins she spent was astronomical.

Although Yuexuan earns a fortune every day, it cannot withstand such a continuous outflow of wealth.

Tang Yuehua closed the ledger, rubbed her swollen temples, and her face showed undisguised fatigue.

Under the light, her beautiful profile appeared somewhat slender.

On one hand, there is the responsibility of maintaining communication between the sect and the outside world, which requires sending out resources every month.

On one side is her critically injured brother, who urgently needs a large sum of money to prolong his life.

Both ends of the scale weighed heavily on her heart.

Without much hesitation, Tang Yuehua's eyes hardened again.

She walked to the window and looked at the dazzling lights of Tiandou City outside. The prosperity and hustle and bustle seemed far away from her at this moment.

What came to mind was Tang Hao's face, contorted with pain yet struggling to maintain composure when he saw her; the unfathomable despair and deathly stillness in his eyes when he was occasionally lucid.

Second brother...

He has suffered too much. His sect failed to protect him, and his wife sacrificed herself for him. Now all he has left is this broken body and a heart full of hatred.

She couldn't let him lose even the chance to live.

Sects...

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath of the cool night air and made up her mind.

The sect is currently in seclusion, with most elders and disciples cultivating diligently on the mountain. Their need for external resources is not actually that urgent.

Having fewer medicinal herbs and fewer gold coins will only slow down your cultivation speed and make your life a little more austere, but it will never harm your fundamental health.

But my second brother's injury can't be delayed.

Every precious medicinal herb could be buying him time, giving him a glimmer of hope for recovery.

"I'm sorry, sect..." Tang Yuehua murmured in her heart, with a hint of guilt, but more so with a resolute determination that she had to do this for the sake of those she cared about.

Chapter 169 Dragon Clan

Tang Yuehua turned back to her desk, spread out the letter paper, and began to draft a new list of supplies to be sent back to the sect this month.

The pen in her hand felt slightly heavy, but she wrote very quickly.

The plan was to remove some of the rarer medicinal herbs and replace them with more common herbs that were less effective.

The number of Gold Soul Coins has also been reduced accordingly.

Metals and other materials also decreased accordingly.

After doing all this, she looked at the list, which had shrunk considerably, and gently bit her lower lip.

Presumably, my brother and the elders spend their days on the mountain, cultivating diligently, so they don't need that many things.

They should be able to understand.

Even if she couldn't understand, she couldn't care less.

Right now, my second brother's health is the most important thing.

Everything else can be put off.

……

Dragon Realm.

This is a space that exists independently and in ruins, outside the main plane of Douluo Continent.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, no mountains or rivers, only an endless expanse of deathly silence and desolation.

The sky was a perpetually dusky yellow, like congealed, old bloodstains.

The earth is covered with white or dark bones, some as small as millstones and others as large as mountains. They are frozen here forever in various postures of struggle or rest, silently telling the final story of a once glorious people.

These are all the remains of dragons.

The air was so thick it resembled liquid, and the dense, unyielding dragon energy intertwined with the remaining souls, forming a visible, slowly drifting dragon cloud, like a mist.

Occasionally, a translucent dragon soul would escape from the dragon bones, emitting a silent roar, hovering in the air for a moment, before powerlessly re-merging back into the skeleton or dragon clouds, repeating the cycle endlessly.

This is the cemetery of the dragon race, the final resting place opened up for its people by the dragon god after his fall, using his last divine power. It is called the Dragon Realm, also known as Dragon Valley.

For millions of years, apart from the occasional unlucky soul swept in by spatial turbulence, there has been no sign of life here.

However, today, this desolate world has welcomed a faint but incredibly pure glimmer of life.

At the very center of the Dragon Realm stands the largest dragon skeleton, its skeleton winding like a mountain range, each rib comparable to a towering ancient tree. Even after countless years of death, it still exudes a majestic aura that chills the soul.

In the middle of this skeleton, a dragon egg lies quietly.

The dragon egg is about half a person's height, with a warm, watery blue color all over, and the surface of the eggshell is covered with fine and mysterious scale-like patterns.

At this moment, these patterns are radiating a soft, iridescent glow, like a huge, beating heart shimmering in this gray world.

This dragon egg is the divine dragon Xisu, which Lin Wan transmitted here through the system.

The seven-colored halo seemed to possess a strange attraction, drawing in the drifting dragon clouds and wandering dragon souls in the surrounding space, as if drawn by an invisible hand, slowly and relentlessly towards the halo.

The pure dragon energy, along with the remaining, unwilling, and protective will of the dragons, flowed like rivers into the sea, merging into the seven-colored halo. Accompanied by the faint yet steady breathing rhythm within the dragon egg, it was gradually absorbed.

They are all contributing their last bit of strength.

Although they were long dead, and their remaining will was mostly muddled, an instinct imprinted deep in their bloodline, transcending the boundaries of life and death, drove them to make a final effort for this new life about to break free from its shell in the Dragon Realm.

This is the only hope in the Dragon Realm for millions of years.

Inside the dragon egg, Hissu's consciousness was in a strange state of intertwined chaos and clarity.

Her body instinctively absorbed the immense energy surging in from the outside, nourishing herself and impacting the eggshell that bound her. Deep within her consciousness, countless shattered images surged forth like a tide.

She saw an ancient battlefield.

The heavens shattered, and the laws mourned.

The colossal Dragon God led countless dragons in a fierce battle against a being whose form was blurred and who exuded boundless divine power.

The multicolored dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain, staining the sky and the earth red.

She felt the Dragon God's overwhelming rage and unyielding spirit, and the fearless charge and tragic fall of his dragon clan.

That was a war between the gods, the beginning of the dragon race's decline from its peak.

The scene shifts again, showing the Dragon God severely injured and on the verge of death.

In its final moments, it unleashed unimaginable divine power, forcibly tearing through space and engulfing the remains of most of its kin on the battlefield, thus forming this Dragon Realm and saving them from being left to rot in the wilderness or desecrated.

Xisu saw countless dragons, after entering the Dragon Realm, their last wisp of soul, carrying their longing for their race and their confusion about the future, slowly dissipate, leaving only cold skeletons and lingering dragon clouds.

She also sensed the decline and desolation of the Dragon Clan. Once a powerful clan that soared through the heavens and ruled the sky and the earth, they have now almost disappeared from the Douluo Continent. The few remaining bloodlines are mostly hidden away, having lost their former glory.

A profound sense of sorrow and responsibility entwined around young Xi Su's heart like vines.

She was the last dragon in another world. In order to fight against the all-consuming dark demon, her brothers and sisters exhausted their power and turned into stone statues one after another. In the end, she gathered all the hope, created the Dragon Balls, repelled the darkness, and fell into a deep sleep after exhausting herself.

She was born to protect.

Protect our people, protect our hope, and protect that enduring will.

Now, in this unfamiliar world, facing this equally fading dragon race, and feeling the hopes and strength passed down from countless dragon predecessors across time and space, that heavy responsibility of protection once again falls on her shoulders.

The dragon egg trembled slightly, and the seven-colored halo fluctuated accordingly, seemingly increasing its energy absorption speed by a little.

Inside the eggshell, Hisu's curled-up posture became even more resolute.

She needs to grow faster and break free of her shell more quickly.

……

Deep sea, fishbone cave.

In stark contrast to the deathly silence and solemnity of the Dragon Realm, Ursula's lair is still filled with an atmosphere of mystery and trade.

"Whoosh—"

With a splash, a huge, dark blue figure skillfully pushed aside the barrier at the cave entrance and swam in joyfully, causing the glowing jellyfish on the cave walls to sway.

"Ussula the witch! Here I come again!"

Lan Fuzi's clear voice echoed in the cave, her huge eyes flashing with excitement as she swam straight toward the massive clam shell altar.

Ursula was startled from her meditation, and her tentacles twisted unhappily. But when she saw that the person who came was Lan Fuzi, her bewitching face was instantly filled with a hypocritical smile.

“Oh! My dear Princess Blue Buddha, welcome back.” Ursula’s voice was sickeningly sweet.

Chapter 170 Beyond the Deep Sea

"It seems you were quite satisfied with those little gadgets from last time."

"This is so much fun!" Lan Fuzi vigorously swung her tail fins, creating swirling vortexes.

"That color-changing potion! I dyed my bedroom all seven colors! And that bubble-blowing conch shell! I blew so many bubbles and trapped them all in my palace. It's so beautiful!"

Lan Fuzi, like a child showing off her treasures, chattered on and on about the joy that her little toys brought her.

For her, who lived year-round in the lonely, deep-sea area of ​​the Whale Sea, these novel things were simply priceless treasures.

Ursula listened with a smile, but a calculating glint shone deep within her dark green eyes.

How many times has Lan Fuzi come? Ursula has lost count.

Each time Lan Fuzi arrives, she brings some high-quality ocean energy crystals or other rare materials unique to the deep sea in exchange for Ursula's illusion trinkets and magical items, which she considers useless.

This is practically a risk-free, high-profit deal!

"It is my honor to be able to relieve your loneliness." Ursula rolled up her tentacles and took out a few more newly made little things.

A music box that can simulate various underwater sounds, and a seashell screen that can project simple light and shadow stories.

Lan Fuzi's eyes were immediately drawn to it again.

The transaction went smoothly. Lan Fuzi readily spat out a larger ocean energy crystal than last time, in exchange for Ursula's new toy.

Seeing how eager Lan Fuzi was to go back and play, Ursula's idea, which had been brewing for days, rekindled.

In their previous conversations, she had subtly extracted a considerable amount of information from the naive Lan Fuzi.

The most crucial point is that the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and his queen seem to have recently entered a deep state of slumber and cultivation, and will not awaken for some time.

This means that Lan Fuzi was almost completely free during this period.

Ursula's vague plan instantly became clear, like a faint green light shining in the darkness.

But she still wore that harmless and warm smile on her face, and deftly packed up the trinkets that Lan Fuzi had exchanged for, and pushed them in front of her.

"It is my honor to be able to amuse you, Princess Lan Fuzi." Ursula's voice carried just the right amount of pleasure.

"Looking at you reminds me of when I was young, I was also full of curiosity about the world beyond this boundless deep sea."

She made a seemingly casual remark, her tone light and airy, yet like a feather, precisely tickling Lan Fuzi's heart.

"Beyond the deep sea?" Lan Fuzi paused in her departure, her huge eyes turning to Ursula, sparkling with pure curiosity.

"What lies beyond the deep sea? Isn't it just more water? Father said the ocean is endless."