Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Haha, if there is any need at that time, I hope Fellow Daoist Changsheng will take care of me."

The Dragon Lord laughed heartily and said respectfully.

"That's natural."

Yu Changsheng echoed, nodding slightly, though he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Only those who have reached the Golden Core stage within sixty years, or the Purple Mansion stage within three sixty years, can enter the inner sect of the Holy Land... In other words, the lowest level of inner sect disciples in the Holy Land is the Golden Core stage, and they are all exceptionally talented Golden Core cultivators; the Purple Mansion stage is..."

"No wonder they say the Holy Land is superior; with such a foundation, it certainly has the audacity. I just wonder what this Sea Beast Heavenly Island is like..."

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then quietly exhaled.

The requirement for disciples is at least the Golden Core and Purple Mansion realms, which is far beyond what most other forces can achieve. You should know that in sects like the Six Sects of Wuzhou, a Golden Core cultivator can serve as an elder, while a Purple Mansion cultivator can become the highest-ranking member of the sect.

Despite holding such a central position, he was merely an ordinary inner disciple on Sea Beast Heavenly Island.

As for the outer disciples... although the Dragon True Monarch didn't explain it too clearly, Yu Changsheng understood that the so-called outer disciples were probably just a title.

They may have the opportunity to come into contact with the holy site, but they do not receive preferential treatment in terms of the holy site's resources. Instead, they are mostly just doing odd jobs and providing daily operational services for the holy site.

Even so, for ordinary cultivators, becoming an outer disciple of the Sea Beast Heavenly Island is still highly sought after. After all, no matter how marginal it is, it is still associated with the word "holy land," which means that they have a better chance of entering the inner sect of the holy land.

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"Every hundred years, the Sea Beast Heavenly Island holds a large-scale disciple recruitment conference. At this time, countless forces and countless rogue cultivators from all over the world gather here. Each disciple recruitment conference lasts for a year."

"Now that I think about it, only about half a year has passed. This place is not particularly far from the Sea Beast Heavenly Island, so there is plenty of time. Fellow Daoist, there is no need to rush."

As Jiaolong Zhenjun spoke, he accelerated the movement of the spirit boat. After two hours, the turbulent sea gradually calmed down, and a black outline appeared on the distant horizon.

As they drew closer, the wheel hubs became increasingly distinct, revealing a protruding island covered in lush vegetation, with several fixed harbors along its shore.

"Jiaolong Island, we've arrived."

Jiaolong Zhenjun smiled slightly, slowly exhaled, and accelerated away. Before long, he successfully boarded the port with Yu Changsheng and the other person.

As they exited the port, numerous cultivators armed with weapons stood solemnly guarding the coastline. Upon recognizing the newcomers, their expressions immediately became respectful, and they clasped their hands in greeting, bowing their heads as they spoke:

"Greetings, Island Lord."

These people were only at the Foundation Establishment stage. After greeting the Flood Dragon True Monarch, they looked at Yu Changsheng with curiosity, but did not ask any further questions.

After nodding, the Flood Dragon True Monarch carefully stored the Flood Dragon Spirit Boat away, then turned and smiled gently at Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei, saying:

"The island isn't big, but I've put a lot of thought and effort into it over the years. I can't guarantee anything else, but compared to the rampant piracy and constant dangers in the vast seas outside, the security here is quite good."

"In the vast ocean, cultivators like us are often at sea all year round. It's already a rare treat to find a temporary place to rest properly."

There was a hint of smugness in Jiaolong Zhenjun's words.

Old Wei nodded, glanced around, and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, you are very kind. Being able to protect this area is a great merit."

Yu Changsheng remained silent, observing everything on the island with a thoughtful expression.

The island is not large, only a few hundred kilometers in circumference, and sparsely populated, with most of it covered by dense rainforest. There are not many buildings, but the spiritual energy is quite abundant.

At the very center of the island stands a majestic city, with a towering statue that reaches the heavens and the earth. The statue depicts the body of a dragon, hundreds of feet tall, lifelike, with its head lowered and eyes looking down over the entire island.

And this is also the origin of the name Jiaolong Island.

A group of people walked towards the center of the island. The Flood Dragon True Monarch led the way, walking at the very front, and introduced the group with a smile:

"Since you two are from the Southern Region, you probably haven't seen the island scenery of the Northern Sea Region yet. It would be nice to stay here for a couple of days. I have already instructed someone to prepare a banquet in the city and will certainly treat you to good food and drink. Thank you both for giving me this opportunity."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist."

Yu Changsheng nodded casually in response.

Before long, the group arrived at the city at the heart of the island and, under the arrangement of the Dragon Lord, stayed in a guest room beneath the dragon statue.

"Master, what do you think of this Flood Dragon True Monarch?"

Inside the room, Yu Changsheng opened the skylight, looked up at the hundred-foot-tall dragon statue, and said with a light laugh.

"I don't really look at it."

Old Wei spoke calmly, a cold smile flashing in his eyes, looking at the majestic dragon statue, and said:

"His intentions are unfathomable. As a human, he willingly serves as a slave to beasts, forgetting his origins, and even setting his sights on us. He's truly unlucky."

"Let's see what he's up to first."

"Hmm," Yu Changsheng chuckled, nodding meaningfully, "However, this island itself is a good place."

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As night falls and the sky darkens, a dazzling starry sky is revealed. Like a vast, jewel-studded carpet, it stretches across the boundless horizon. The stars twinkle, like mysterious eyes gazing upon the ocean and the earth.

On the island, the dragon statue at the very center is bathed in a soft glow under the starlight. The moonlight flows like water, and the sea ripples, reflecting the starry sky.

Beneath the enormous dragon statue, a roaring bonfire illuminated the surroundings, and a grand banquet was underway. Female cultivators, with their graceful figures and revealing, exotic attire, danced in the firelight, their figures swaying and their every smile and gesture full of charm.

A gentle sea breeze brought a touch of coolness, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of spices and roasted meat from an unknown mythical beast, creating a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Yu, Fellow Daoist Wei, come, come, guests are guests, drink and eat, eat to your heart's content, it's not easy to come here, you must have a good time."

Jiaolong Zhenjun laughed heartily, raised his wine cup, and clinked it against Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei from a distance before taking a hearty gulp.

Yu Changsheng and Old Wei smiled slightly, immersed in the atmosphere of the banquet, seemingly completely relaxed. The group chatted and laughed, creating a lively and peaceful atmosphere.

After several rounds of drinks, amidst joyful singing and dancing, as the Dragon True Lord clapped his hands, musicians entered, each with a drum hanging from his waist, striking it forcefully with spiritual power as their hammer.

"Knock knock knock!!"

The cheerful drumbeats are distinct and vibrant, like a heartbeat. The distinctive instruments play, and the unique melody seems to penetrate the soul, enveloping everything in a magical atmosphere, making people feel intoxicated.

The drumbeats grew louder, sounding like a muffled heartbeat, and the spiritual energy surged even more. The peculiar drumbeats spread, and the female cultivator's dance became increasingly wild and peculiar. Her movements were perfectly synchronized, echoing the surge of spiritual energy, gradually becoming more and more strange, yet also filled with an indescribable beauty.

"This is a dance unique to our Northern Sea region. It is usually only performed for distinguished guests. It may be quite different from your Southern Region dance, but it has its own unique charm. Fellow Daoists, please enjoy it with patience."

"Feel free to voice any opinions you may have."

Jiaolong Zhenjun explained with a smile, his smile growing even brighter as he looked at Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei.

Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei exchanged a smile, their lips curving slightly upwards in a meaningful way. Yu Changsheng chuckled and said:

"It is truly an honor to be so highly regarded and warmly received by the Lord of Jiaolong Island. The island is quite beautiful, but there is one thing I am still unaware of. Could you please enlighten me, Lord of Jiaolong?"

Jiaolong Zhenjun was taken aback. He looked at Yu Changsheng with a strange glint in his eyes, raised his cup and drank it down, then laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you have any doubts, please speak freely. I am sure you will have endless knowledge to share."

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"I'm curious, why was this enormous dragon statue built in the center of the island?"

"Could there be some other connection?"

Yu Changsheng pointed to the huge dragon statue and asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the Dragon True Lord's expression changed slightly, and he stroked his beard as he slowly explained:

"This doesn't have any special significance; it's just for commemorative purposes."

"Why commemorate this?" Yu Changsheng pressed.

The Dragon Lord shook his head and smiled gently:

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but before I arrived, this island was not unclaimed. Instead, it was occupied by a dragon that committed evil deeds and wreaked havoc. Many passing cultivators were devoured by it, causing them immense suffering. This island was a deadly place."

"Oh?" Yu Changsheng's interest was piqued. He raised an eyebrow and said, "There's such a secret? What happened next?"

"And then..."

The Dragon True Monarch sighed, opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath, then shook his head and said softly, "Later, by chance, I and a few friends came to this island and persisted in exchanging evil deeds. So, after going through great lengths, we joined forces and finally killed them."

"It's just a pity that this dragon was ferocious by nature and had profound cultivation. Even though my friends and I were all at the Purple Mansion Realm, we still paid a considerable price to kill it. Apart from me, my other friends all unfortunately perished in the dragon's jaws. Thinking about it now, I still feel heartbroken."

The Dragon Lord sighed deeply, his gaze profound and tinged with pain. His face was filled with indescribable bitterness, and he spoke slowly and heavily.

"So later, in order to commemorate my friends and to let those who come to the island know about its history, I simply built this dragon statue and changed my Taoist name to 'Jiaolong' (Dragon) as a reminder. If my friends could know this in the afterlife, they would probably be happy."

The Dragon Lord sighed again, shook his head, swallowed, and sullenly drank a cup of wine, looking dejected.

Yu Changsheng suddenly understood, clasped his hands in a bow, and said, "So that's how it is. I didn't expect the Island Master to be such a sentimental person. But there's no need to be too sad; it's all in the past."

"To be able to slay a dragon, bring blessings to the region, and protect its peace is truly a meritorious deed."

Yu Changsheng offered his praise in a gentle tone, which reached the ears of the Flood Dragon True Monarch. A slight unease flickered across the man's face as he turned his head away, silently nodded, and raised his wine cup to bow again to Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei.

"These are all things of the past, nothing to boast about. Let's drink, let's drink. You two have come from afar, so let's not spoil the fun."

As Jiaolong Zhenjun spoke, he tilted his head back and drank the cup in one gulp. Under the cover of the wine cup, a profound meaning flashed in his eyes, leaving much to ponder.

Yu Changsheng and Old Wei laughed heartily, and the three continued their conversation in a fairly harmonious atmosphere.

Boom boom boom!

The bonfire blazed fiercely, its flames flickering and shimmering. The classical music grew even more intense, the drumbeats like muffled thunder, or the deep, resounding beat of a heart. With each rise and fall of the drumbeats, the dancers' movements became increasingly wild and bizarre, and with every move, the surrounding spiritual energy surged.

Then, white mist gradually rose, and as it gathered, the starlight was also received and condensed into tiny, peculiar runes, which drifted down with the dance.

A faint, enigmatic feeling wafted through the surrounding space.

Meanwhile, indistinct murmurs rose slowly from all directions, like waves of water surging towards Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei.

"My Lord, the Dragon, may your glory endure for eternity."

"By order of my lord, all living beings are my servants."

"My heart surrenders, may the Lord bless me."

"The sea of ​​suffering has a shore; from here lies a pure land."

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The murmurs were indistinct and like the tide, starting as a single sound and then growing more and more turbulent, covering the area and striking the mind. The dancing cultivator's dance was even more bizarre; as they turned, white runes, gathering starlight, flickered with a ghostly glow.

As the eerie light continued to entice, part of it moved towards Elder Wei and Yu Changsheng, while the other part slowly floated towards the giant dragon statue, imprinting itself upon it.

Space seemed to distort, and spiritual energy began to surge. In the midst of this hazy scene, the Flood Dragon True Monarch raised his cup and took a small sip of wine, his smile growing increasingly eerie.

Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei, on the other hand, became dazed. As the white runes surrounded them, their expressions became blank, and their eyes lost their sparkle, as if they had lost their souls.

Seeing this, the Flood Dragon True Monarch curled his lip slightly, shook his head, and said with a cold laugh:

"You two are quite cautious, worried that I might poison your food and wine, pretending to cooperate while actually taking advantage of the situation. But how could you have imagined that the real trouble isn't in the wine?"

"If you dare to watch the sacrificial dance in its entirety beneath the dragon statue, even if you are True Monarchs of the Purple Mansion, you will be immersed in the illusion for a short while. At that point, wouldn't you be at my mercy?"

"Although the inner core of the Tenghai Dragon Lion is gone, we were able to capture two Purple Mansion True Monarchs to offer as sacrifices, which can be considered to make up for the loss. Lord Jiaolong should not blame us." (End of this chapter)