I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

What does "bringing capital into the sect" mean? Old Dragon didn't quite understand, but it knew that what the other party said was definitely not a nice thing.

The red dragon's scales stood on end. It took a deep breath, filling its lungs with the damp, sulfurous, and old leather smell of the cave, and then held it in.

It was terrified that if it opened its mouth, it would unleash a burst of dragon flame.

Do not spray.

If you criticize, you're in the wrong.

Moreover, the opponent may not necessarily give you the opportunity to unleash dragonfire.

It swept a few scattered ancient silver coins into its pouch with its tail and muttered, "I'm just moving. This place is too noisy, I can't stand it anymore."

"Where to move to?"

"Let's move to a quiet place, where there are no demons, no forbidden spells, no heroes, no..." It glanced at the sword at Alex's waist, swallowed the word "holy sword," and changed its words to, "a place without trouble."

"What a coincidence." Ji Tian turned around, facing the void, with his hands behind his back. "Our sect is very quiet. In the Eastern Territory, near Viscount Pompeii, there are no monster lairs, no forbidden spells, and no heroes within a hundred miles, not counting former heroes. If you go there, you can retire in peace."

Red Dragon stared at his back for a while, but found nothing amiss. He then looked down at the treasure in his arms.

"...What if I don't go?"

Ji Tian smiled sincerely and said, "You will definitely come along."

If I don't go, Old Dragon will be split into pieces and sent there, right?

The red dragon finally realized its mistake and replied, "I am merely a guest, not a disciple. I will not formally become your disciple, I will not perform the proper rites, and I will not call you master."

"Can."

"I want my own mountain, my own territory. If any other disciples dare to disturb me, don't blame me for being impolite."

"it is good."

"You are not allowed to touch my treasure, not even a single silver coin."

"Foolish, Old Dragon!" Ji Tian advised with some heartache, "Your treasures are useless just sitting there. Why not use them as the foundation of our sect? When I become successful in the future, you can say to your dragon friends, 'I invested in a god!' That would sound so impressive."

Upon hearing this, the red dragon's eyes widened in disbelief. The golden cup in its claws clattered to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped at Lilith's feet.

In all its years of life, it had never seen such a shameless person!

What is treasure? It is the lifeblood of the dragon race. They want to take away the treasures they have accumulated over two thousand years with just a meaningless sentence, and they even say it with righteous indignation.

A person should have a conscience! Have a conscience!

But Red Dragon dared not say it aloud, since with the other party's strength, there were plenty of ways to make him "hand over" the treasure, so he might as well offer it up voluntarily.

Red Dragon's voice trailed off, sounding like that of a helpless husband, filled with a sense of resignation. "My treasure... I'll only keep one silver coin that I earned the first time. The rest... I'll give to you."

Ji Tian was somewhat surprised to hear this, not expecting the other party to be so obedient. He really was a loyal and honest dragon!

Actually, with his apprentices present, he couldn't force the other party to agree if they didn't.

The red dragon lowered its head, used its tail to gather the scattered treasures on the ground into a pile, and then took out a reverse scale.

That is a storage space that dragons naturally develop after reaching adulthood. It is larger, safer, and more private than a human's ring. The downside is that it requires a lot of magic power to open or close, and there is no time to retrieve the treasure in case of an emergency.

The reverse scale fell from its chest, hovering in mid-air, emitting a dark red halo.

The treasures transformed into streaks of light and were absorbed into the Reverse Scale.

Finally, an ancient silver coin remained alone, engraved with the image of a king whose face it could no longer recall.

The red dragon stretched out its claws and carefully pushed the silver coin aside, without taking it back in.

"Alright." Its voice was a little weak as it handed the reverse scale to Ji Tian.

Ji Tian beckoned and grabbed the reverse scale, which was as big as his face. He subconsciously probed into it with his divine sense. The space inside the scale was perfectly formed and he could tell at a glance that it was similar to his own Purple Mansion. It could not be used by anyone but those with a high level of cultivation.

This made Ji Tian even more curious about the space rings made by the academy that everyone could use. He wanted to know who was in charge of making such convenient items (although they were extremely expensive).

"Old Dragon! Rest for a while. We'll wait for you at the cave entrance. Once you've rested, we'll ride you back to the sect!" Ji Tian stuffed the Reverse Scale into his robes, then called his disciples out of the Dragon's Nest.

"I..." The red dragon could no longer contain himself and opened his mouth to curse.

Ji Tian turned to look at it. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I have no objection... but, don't you know how to teleport? Why are you riding me?"

"Oh, that? When I set up the sect's grand formation, my cultivation wasn't high enough. One of the rules was 'no spatial jumping within a hundred miles,' which even prevented me from doing so," Ji Tian said somewhat embarrassedly. "But now that my cultivation has improved, I can improve it when I go back."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

While Ji Tian was bargaining with the red dragon, Alex stood quietly to the side, his gaze lingering on the dragon for a moment. Having seen the holy sword broken by bare hands before, he now felt that this old dragon, desperately protecting its treasure, was somewhat... ordinary and pitiful.

Mason hid behind Alex, his fingers gripping Alex's sleeve tightly, his eyes fixed on the red dragon's massive body, while in his mind he was checking how many bottles of fire-resistant potions he still had in his storage ring.

As soon as they saw their master leave, they followed him.

Lilith jogged after it, and as she passed the red dragon, she took out the small cake she had promised to give it before she left, and carefully placed it next to the dragon's paw. "Here, Senior Dragon, this is for you. It's sweet, it'll make you feel better."

Red Dragon looked down at the small cake that was half covered in cream and finally felt that "there is true love in the world".

It gently lifted the cake with its claws and put it into its mouth, paper cup and all.

It was too small to taste, but from this small thing, we can see that this demon disciple was much more human than her master.

……

The red dragon crawled out of the cave, dejected, like a giant gecko that had lost all its pocket money.

It lay on the ridge, wings half-spread, tail drooping.

Ji Tian was the first to leap onto the dragon's back, and sat cross-legged in the broad neck hollow, immediately beginning to use his divine sense to study the storage ring.

Alex helped Mason climb up, then flipped himself onto the middle of the dragon's back.

Lilith finally climbed up and huddled behind Ji Tian, ​​clutching his clothes tightly with both hands.

"Hold on tight," the red dragon said in a muffled voice, its wings flapping suddenly.

The wind howled, and rocks tumbled down the mountain.

The massive dragon soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds, and the entire western wasteland unfolded beneath its feet—the scorched battlefield, the winding river, the densely forested mountains, and the gray walls of the distant city of Kold were all visible.

The furrows carved out by the holy sword resembled scars on the earth, appearing particularly shocking from the air.

Lilith initially kept her eyes tightly closed, but later couldn't help but open them a crack. She saw the mountains and rivers below gradually shrinking, and gasped softly. Instinctively, she hugged Ji Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged, like an octopus.

Mason held Alex tightly around the waist, his fiery red hair blowing wildly in the wind. Alex, with his hand on the sword at his waist, gazed calmly into the distance.

The story of the Westerlands has come to a temporary end; a new beginning is about to begin.