Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

That aura was so pure.

The dragon blood within Ao Guang's body was so pure that it was boiling and roaring.

Since the Dragon Clan's first calamity, the bloodline of the Dragon Clan has declined with each generation. By the time of Ao Guang's generation, although they still bore the name of the Dragon Clan, they were actually just large snakes compared to the Ancestral Dragon of yesteryear.

The degeneration of bloodline is the greatest pain for the dragon race.

This is also the fundamental reason why no matter how much they cultivate, they cannot break through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and can only be slaughtered by others.

Now, the contents of that bottle gave Ao Guang hope.

That is the hope of returning to our ancestral form! The hope of rebuilding the glory of the dragon race!

"Open the door... open the door quickly!" Ao Guang's voice trembled with excitement as he scrambled out of the room.

The Turtle Prime Minister beside him was startled: "Dragon King! You mustn't! That's a trap! It must be bait set up by those barbarians from the Witch Clan, like fishing bait—they're baiting the spot!"

"I'll accept being robbed!" Ao Guang shoved the Turtle Prime Minister aside. "Even if I die, I'll die beside that drop of blood! You don't understand! This is faith!"

"Boom!"

The once indestructible water curtain formation suddenly cracked open with a large gash.

Ao Guang didn't even bring any weapons; he rushed out wearing only one shoe and knelt directly on the cloud in front of Lin Xuan.

"Holy Witch! What... what is this?" Ao Guang stared at the jade bottle with wide eyes, his mouth practically watering, completely forgetting that he had just shouted that he was going to call the police.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and put the stopper back in.

That alluring scent vanished instantly.

Ao Guang was so anxious that he kept scratching his head, wishing he could rush forward and snatch it, but when he glanced at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong who were eyeing him menacingly, reason told him that moving would mean death.

"This is the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon," Lin Xuan said calmly. "Moreover, it has been refined and contains no malevolent energy. After consuming it, one's bloodline can be purified, and there is even a chance to recreate the true form of the Ancestral Dragon."

Ao Guang's breathing became rapid.

"Lin...Lin the Holy Witch, are you selling this? How much? Name your price! As long as my Dragon Palace has it, take it all! Even if you have to shovel three feet off the bottom of the sea, I'll gather it all for you!"

Lin Xuan shook his head.

"Talking about money can really hurt feelings."

With a flick of his wrist, another golden blueprint appeared in his hand.

"Besides this drop of blood, I have another valuable item. This is the blueprint for the [Dragon Transformation Gate]. Once it's built according to this, any aquatic creature with dragon blood can leap over it and transform into a dragon. Although they won't become true dragons, they will greatly enhance the fighting power of your dragon race."

"Thump!"

Ao Guang was completely convinced this time.

These two things are to enhance top-level combat capabilities and expand grassroots troop strength.

This is the dragon race's lifeline!

"Holy Witch! Father! You're my own father!" Ao Guang clung to Lin Xuan's leg and began to wail. "Tell me, what do you want? If you give me these two things, the Dragon Clan will be the Witch Clan's dogs! We'll obey your every command!"

Lin Tian nudged Lin Yang from behind: "Second brother, see? I told you this old man had no backbone. He was yelling for help just now, and now he's calling for his father."

Lin Yang curled his lip: "This is boring, I'd rather have a fight."

Lin Xuan helped Ao Guang up and brushed the dust off his knees.

"Brother Ao Guang, you flatter me. I've already said we're family. Since we're family, I'll be frank."

Lin Xuan pointed to the three children behind him, and then to the endless army of the Witch Clan.

"My three children are at the age where they're growing, and the expenses are quite high. The Wu tribe is mainly strong, but not very good at managing money. I was thinking, could our two families arrange a marriage alliance?"

Ao Guang was stunned for a moment, his eyes darting around rapidly.

A marriage that strengthens family ties?

Is this a marriage alliance?

He glanced at Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan was a handsome man, and although he was from the Wu clan, he didn't have that coarse air about him; instead, he exuded an air of nobility. Moreover, his strength was unfathomable, and his background was terrifyingly powerful.

Then look at those three kids. Although they're a bit unruly, their talents are all phenomenal!

If they really become in-laws, who will dare to bully the Dragon Clan in the prehistoric world?

Demon race? Demon race is nothing!

"No problem!" Ao Guang slapped his thigh. "Which of my daughters has the Holy Witch taken a fancy to? I have nine daughters! The eldest is dignified, the second is lively, the third..."

"I've heard that Princess Ao Ling is a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, possessing exceptional talent and managing the Dragon Clan's finances?" Lin Xuan interrupted him.

Ao Guang's heart skipped a beat.

Ao Ling?

That was his proudest daughter, and one of the current rulers of the Dragon Clan. She was usually arrogant and even rejected a marriage proposal from Taiyi of the Heavenly Court.

He was truly reluctant to marry off his precious daughter.

But Lin Xuan waved the jade bottle in his hand in front of him again.

Ao Guang gritted his teeth.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!

Moreover, marrying Lin Xuan wouldn't be a disgrace to Ling'er. He's someone who can rival a saint!

"Alright! Ling'er it is!" Ao Guang said with a beaming smile. "My dear son-in-law, shall we go in and discuss the wedding date? The betrothal gifts and such are all negotiable, but the main things are these two..."

"These are the two betrothal gifts." Lin Xuan stuffed the jade bottle and blueprints into Ao Guang's arms. "In addition, I also want half of the key to the Four Seas Treasure Vault. The expenses of the Witch Clan will be covered by this."

"Half?" Ao Guang's mouth twitched in pain.

"What? You don't want to?" Zhu Rong clenched her fist beside her. "How about I do the math for you? I think it'd be easier to take it all."

"Yes! Yes!" Ao Guang quickly stuffed the things into his clothes. "Half it is! From now on, we're family, what's mine is yours!"

Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Then it's settled. Come on, take me to meet my future daughter-in-law."

Ao Guang led the way while wiping his sweat.

My heart was pounding.

Ling'er is a very stubborn girl. If she knew that I had sold her out, I wonder if she would turn on me on the spot.

But this deal is too good to pass up!

We arrived at the Crystal Palace.

Lin Xuan had just sat down and hadn't even had a sip of tea when he heard a delicate shout coming from the back hall.

"I won't marry him!"

With the sound, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in pale gold dragon scale armor and wielding a long sword rushed out.

She was tall and slender, with a heroic air about her and sharp, piercing eyes.

It was none other than Princess Ao Ling of the East Sea.

"Father! You actually sold your daughter to these savage, bloodthirsty witch tribe barbarians for a mere treasure?" Ao Ling pointed her sword directly at Lin Xuan. "I, Ao Ling, would rather die than marry him!"

The entire room fell silent.

Just as Zhu Rong was about to explode, Lin Xuan held her down.

Lin Xuan put down his teacup and looked at the hot-tempered dragon girl with great interest.

A system notification sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Detected top-tier female immortal Ao Ling.]

[Appearance: 99 points (Heroic and dashing, a peerless beauty among dragons)]

[Root and lineage: Direct descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, reverting to ancestral lineage (immense potential).]

[Personality: Tsundere, admires strength, slightly greedy.]

[Strategy Tip: Don't resort to violence; win her over with your talent and charm. She looks down on uncouth men, so act like a cultured person.]

Lin Xuan smiled.

Tsundere?

I love dealing with arrogant people.