When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

The cultivators were amazed, regarding this sight as a once-in-a-century blessing from the heavens. They were so excited that they didn't want to lower their heads even when their necks were sore from looking up.

Even the usually composed leaders of the various sects couldn't help but show relieved smiles.

This scene evokes a sense of relief and triumph, like seeing the moon shine after the clouds have parted.

However, the dragon's shadow stretching across the sky lingered, and the more they gazed upon it, the more they felt—

Something's not right.

Something's not right!

"Holy crap! It's charging at us!" someone suddenly shouted.

Now, the fellow cultivators who were just praying for a windfall, for a good marriage, for a spiritual stone, and for great fortune from every angle were dumbfounded.

Because, the great fortune came knocking on our door!

"Watch out!"

"Oh no, no, oh right, right, was that a phantom of a real dragon or...?"

"Stop worrying about me! What are you standing there for?! Run!!"

One moment the white dragon was on the distant horizon, the next, its enormous shadow flashed past like lightning and crashed down!

The vast dragon's breath swept across the heavens and earth, and the raging wind whipped the clothes and hair of the people present into the air. No one cared about the true dragon's manifestation anymore. They staggered and could not even stand steadily. Screams rose and fell, and the scene was utterly chaotic.

"Ahhh!" Ni Die was blasted by the shockwave and tumbled several times. If He Jingxuan hadn't pulled him back, his body would have been sent flying like a kite.

Until the storm subsides.

The rosy clouds surged and tore through the clouds as the white dragon and the third prince departed gracefully.

The entire Wanjianbei Square had become a chaotic marketplace, with hair ornaments, shoes, socks, beards, and wigs blown off by the wind, as well as magical artifacts, talismans, weapons, and magical implements, and bewildered humans and demons everywhere.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

The leaders of the other factions weren't much better off. When they arrived, they all looked like sages and had dignified bearing, but now they seemed to be unable to take care of themselves.

Sect Leader He was a rough man. He casually stroked his beard and hurriedly looked up at the sky. "Hiss! Chu Xianlan has been captured by the dragon! Master Zhiyue must be worried to death..."

"—Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the dead silence.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw Master Zhiyue standing in the middle of the mess, laughing heartily and slapping his thighs without any regard for his image. Pei Fang'an next to her was sighing repeatedly, trying to cover for the sect leader, but to no avail.

The crowd asked, "...?"

"Ha ha."

Scattered bursts of laughter began to rise.

"Hahaha."

"Haha, ho ho!"

Damn it, what else can I do? I can't beat her anyway, so I'll just awkwardly laugh along.

"Damn it!" Yan Ling roared at the sky, hands on her hips, "You've left us here again!"

Hua Ling wanted to chase after them but was stopped by Xue Ling, becoming extremely frustrated. "Ahhh, don't stop me, Yi Chen, you stingy brat!"

This is unbearable! They're kicking you while you're down! This family will fall apart sooner or later!

The square was in complete chaos. Only Ni Die sat slumped amidst the flying papers and pens, completely numb and unable to recover for a long time: "Heavens! Heavens! Fellow Daoist Chu actually summoned a dragon using the power of the Heavenly Spiritual Root!"

Ni Die swallowed hard, thought for a moment, then picked up her pen and muttered to herself in a resolute tone:

"So that's it! He is—the Descendant of the Dragon!!"

-

The descendants of the dragon are unaware that yet another earth-shattering rumor has been born.

Chu Xianlan opened his eyes wide and looked around, letting the wind ruffle his hair. Warm spiritual energy enveloped his body. He was steadily carried by the white dragon across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, straight up to the ninth heaven. He saw with his own eyes the surging clouds sweep past him, and the prosperous world and winding rivers and mountains all turned into tiny specks of dust.

Where will Master take him?

As the white dragon pierced through the last layer of clouds and reached the summit of the heavens, Chu Xianlan raised her eyes—

That was a deserted place that no one had ever reached.

Countless rays of light streamed down through the gaps in the clouds, their magnificent colors weaving and flowing across the sky, making one feel as if they were in a vast and boundless sea of ​​miracles.

Chu Xianlan felt her heart pounding, and her initial surprise and confusion gradually gave way to excitement.

"So beautiful." The boy's eyebrows curved into a smile, and he laughed heartily.

The white dragon let out a low roar, as if in response, its golden eyes turning slightly to look at him, filled with tenderness and solemnity.

There was no worldly dust or noise around, it was almost too quiet, like a fleeting dream, a mirage, too beautiful to be real, as if it had truly transcended this human world.

But what does it matter?

In this world, there is you and me.

The dragon's shadow pierced through the clouds and sped towards the distant mountains hidden in the mist.

As the outline of Yujing Pavilion gradually became clear, Chu Xianlan felt his body lighten and fall into a cool embrace. A handsome face was close to his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and without thinking, he took the initiative to hug back, wrapping his arms around Yi Chen's shoulders and pressing his face tightly against the other's neck.

"Master!"

"Um."

Yi Chen lowered his voice unconsciously, tightened his arms with some restraint, and lowered his head to rub his disciple's smooth hair.

That simple word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand mountains and rivers, steadily catching and carefully protecting Chu Xianlan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long.

To outsiders, he may be a capable third prince, but in front of his master, he will always be a disciple and always have the right to rely on him.

In a daze, he realized that it had been a long time since he had been separated from Yi Chen for such a long time, and he hadn't heard the other's calm and composed tone for a long time. In recent days, one incident after another had occurred, and Chu Xianlan's mind was almost constantly on edge...

Therefore, the next sentence comes naturally.

"I," Chu Xianlan said candidly, her voice slightly nasal, "Master, I miss you so much."

The half-demon was sniffing his partner's scent when he heard this, and his breathing became noticeably disordered for a moment.

The emotions that had been deliberately restrained since earlier seemed to have been pried open.

Say it again.

Yi Chen lifted his chin, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was somewhat low and hoarse.

Under that burning, lingering gaze, Chu Xianlan's face flushed instantly. When Yi Chen kissed him, he didn't even know to close his eyes, his inexperience making it seem as if he had never been intimate with anyone before. Although it was only a brief touch of lips, without any intense entanglement, he was still panting heavily when they parted.

Chu Xianlan stood there, looking up at Yi Chen in a daze.

Both sincere and naive.

He has always been completely oblivious to his own appearance, and of course, he is unaware of how enviable this natural expression makes him appear in the eyes of another person.

Chu Xianlan hadn't forgotten her master's orders, hesitated for a moment, and then obediently whispered:

"Master, I really want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Chen suddenly bent down and picked him up in his arms.

Chu Xianlan's vision suddenly rose, and in her panic, she caught a glimpse of familiar scenes from the Jade Capital Pavilion out of the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to say something, she was pinned against the wall at the corner of a corridor, and another kiss landed on her.

Chu Xianlan was stunned; her already somewhat confused mind suddenly began to burn.

Although the entire Jade Capital Pavilion was always quiet, with only the master and disciple present, there was no need to worry about being seen by outsiders, but this location...

This was one of the places he frequented most when he first came to Yujing Pavilion.

As a child, he always hoped to get closer to Yi Chen and tried every means to attract his master's attention. Every day before dawn, he would squat in this corridor, either reciting the sword manual in a low voice or practicing his horse stance... He did many things unintentionally so that his master could see him when he opened the door.

As their breaths mingled, Chu Xianlan uncontrollably recalled those childish and laughable tricks. So childish, so stupid, she wanted to bang her head against a wall.

It turns out that long ago, he was already the number one traitor in the entire cultivation world!

Master probably doesn't remember such a small thing...

Yi Chen stepped back slightly, his deep breath brushing against his ear.

"You used to wait for me here."

"..." Chu Xianlan petrified.

He felt inexplicably embarrassed, as if he had been caught doing something wrong, and stammered, "Disciple, disciple..."

Yi Chen's eyes darkened, and he gave him a deep look.

He pressed his fingertip against the boy's lower lip and rubbed it, making the already full lips even redder. Chu Xianlan unconsciously tried to back away, but Yi Chen grabbed her waist with his other hand from behind, blocking her escape route.

"Chu Li, you called me by the wrong name again," Yi Chen said.

The half-demon was exceptionally gifted in manipulating lips and tongues; with just a few fingers, he played with the man's lower back until it went limp, causing him to whimper with furrowed brows and red-rimmed eyes as he looked at him.

"Master...Master! That's enough!"

She sounded a little unhappy, but she didn't turn her head away or bite her mischievous fingers.

So obedient, he's clearly the worst traitor in the entire cultivation world.

Yi Chen paused for a moment, then turned his head and gently kissed his ear: "Baby, let's become Daoist partners."