Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

While absorbing the earth's energy and enveloping it with its tongue, Xialong glanced at Chen Yan, who was sucking away with a slurping sound.

Especially his lips, which started to swell.

His tongue is poisonous...

Chapter 53 Heavenly Secrets Must Not Be Revealed!

I had such a wonderful sleep.

Chen Yan, brimming with energy, spread his wings and stretched his body. Under the dragon's gaze, he threw a few punches, feeling an inexhaustible surge of strength throughout his body.

"Maruzu Fuwa!"

I don't know why his swollen mouth makes him slur his speech a bit.

Looking at the Xialong lying in its nest, quietly watching him, Chen Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The trip to the Great Ant Hill Wasteland seemed easy and pleasant, but in reality, it was full of dangers. He was very fortunate to have such a great harvest. He felt that he could finally relax from this moment on.

Although it had only been a little over ten days, Chen Yan felt as if several years had passed.

He knew that Xialong must miss him very much, which was why he couldn't wait to bring him to his side, and the warm current that lasted all night must be related to Him.

Looking into Xialong's eyes, Chen Yan once again felt His pure and innocent emotions.

He opened his arms and slowly approached, and Xialong lowered his head knowingly. He originally thought that Chen Yan was going to hug his horn as before, but unexpectedly, Chen Yan bent down and dodged, choosing to hug his purple neck instead.

For the Xialong, whose scales offered little protection, the neck was a fatal weakness. However, it did not panic. Instead, it gently curled up and wrapped Chen Yan in its body.

He missed him far more than he could have imagined.

With a swipe of its hind claws, the dragon pulled out a few plump fruits from the corner. It remembered that Chen Yan loved this kind of fruit and had specially saved it for him.

"What? You mean there are several auras in the Ancient Forest that make you feel uneasy?"

Chen Yan munched on the fruit, somewhat excited. A monster that could make even an ancient dragon or a chameleon wary must be an ancient dragon or at least as powerful as one.

"What kind of monster is it?"

"Could it be the Miasma Vaal Hazak...? No, the Heavenly Roaring Dragon hasn't sung yet. Could it be that the Gold Rathian and Silver Rathian have flown to the New World and laid their eggs, or have two strange creatures, Black Flame King and Purple Poison Princess, been born from the group of fire dragons?"

"Whoever it is, if they can pick up a quest from them..."

Chen Yan's mouth was practically watering.

With only a few days left before we can stop the Lavasioth, if we can get another powerful reward, then dealing with Nergigante will be even more secure.

After all, the name "Meimeizi" is truly terrifying, so the more trump cards you have, the better, if you want to deal with it.

He put down the heavy paw of the Chameleon from his arms and was about to say goodbye to the Chameleon, call on the Flower Cat, and head to the Ancient Forest, but he was pulled back by the Chameleon's tongue as soon as he took half a step.

The dragon curled its tongue around Chen Yan and pressed it close to its side, its circular eyes darting around, one eye facing Chen Yan and the other facing the Ancient Tree Forest region, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

Chen Yan naturally understood His meaning.

"You said the forest has been in chaos lately, and since I'm too weak, it's best for me to stay obediently by your side?"

Xialong gurgled twice more to indicate his affirmation. Chen Yan's face flushed slightly. Even in front of his own Xiabao, he still had to save face!

"That was before I went to the Great Anthill Wasteland. I'm incredibly powerful now!"

Chen Yan's eyes gleamed slightly. He brought two fingers together and drew a line in front of him, a slight heat surging at his fingertips. The Xialong did not comment. It simply extended its front claw and drew a short line on the ground in front of Chen Yan.

Seeing Chen Yan's slightly reddened fingers, He rolled His eyes and lengthened them a little further. Under Chen Yan's protest, He added another little bit.

Then He drew a scratch in front of Him that was at least three times longer than Chen Yan's.

Finally, heading towards the ancient forest, this time using all four limbs for leverage, it carved a long scratch that almost encircled Him.

Chen Yan gestured roughly and came to a conclusion that slightly alarmed him.

"You are equal to three of me, while the powerful monsters in the Ancient Tree Forest are equal to... more than twenty of you?"

The Golden Rathalos, Silver Rathalos, Black Flame King, and Purple Poison Princess are indeed very strong, but they are definitely not twenty times stronger than the Elder Dragon, the Mist Dragon. Could there be some monster that he doesn't know about?

Xialong did not answer, but simply looked with one eye at the dark cloud that shrouded the top of the Ancient Tree Forest.

The occasional aura emanating from within made Him tremble. If it weren't for the thought of Chen Yan and the fact that the other party remained silent, He would have run away long ago.

Seeing Xia Long's concern for him, Chen Yan held his katana horizontally in front of him, gently stroked the scabbard, and revealed the real reason.

"We have to go, our old buddy can't take it anymore..."

He tried to draw the knife, but a sour, scraping sound rang out, followed by several crisp sounds from inside the scabbard. The blade made a sound as if it was about to shatter. Hearing the weapon's mournful cry, Chen Yan dared not draw it again and had to stop.

Iron knives made from ordinary ore materials are still too fragile.

Just like the Dragon Blade's tail blade will have some impurities adhering to it when it's under high heat, the Iron Sword is also on the verge of breaking after accumulating the power of a Flying Blade Rock-Breaking Slash. Going to find monsters for commissions is secondary; the main thing is to find materials to forge a suitable weapon.

It should at least be a katana capable of withstanding the power of several flying blade rock-breaking slashes.

Xialong remained silent, only pulling him deeper into her arms.

His intention was simple: to keep Chen Yan by his side and protect him until the crisis in the Ancient Forest was over. However, Chen Yan urgently needed the opportunities contained within the crisis to deal with the most dangerous Ancient Dragon, Nergigante.

He was the only one who knew how terrifying Nergigante was for the time being. He had considered leaking some information to the Commander-in-Chief. With the strength of Azure Star and the entire Recommendation Group, they might actually be able to take down Nergigante if they were prepared.

But Chen Yan felt a vague unease. He had a feeling that if he revealed even a hint of Nergigante's existence, it would more likely provoke Nergigante into transforming into the World Destroyer Nergigante in front of them all...

With one move of "Fearless of Heaven," everyone except those on Azure Star would probably be forced to their knees.

After Chen Yan repeatedly assured him that he would never go to the upper levels of the Ancient Tree Forest and that he would bring Him food every night, Xia Long finally let him go.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come see you again tonight. Oh, and you have to give me back my blanket... Don't refuse, I'm not taking it, I just want to air it out and bring it back to you. Don't worry, sleeping in the dorm is nowhere as comfortable as sleeping here..."

Back in the dormitory, Hua Miao was lying on the big bed with her four paws in the air, and under the bed were crumpled empty nutrient solution bags.

Chen Yan poked Hua Miao's bulging belly and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hua Miao, you didn't drink all of these dozen or so bags of nutrient solution, did you?"

Hua Miao rubbed her eyes, pulled a bag out from under her pillow, and retorted confidently.

"Who said that? I saved a bag for you!"

Inside the workshop on the second floor of the outpost, Chen Yan handed a nearly worn-out iron knife to a young craftsman, asking him to assess whether it could still be repaired.

The craftsman tried to pull the knife out, but he couldn't. He then took an oil gourd from his waist, poured oil into the gap, and slowly pulled it out.

Just as Chen Yan had expected, the blade was covered with large and small pieces of charred slag, just like the cooled Dragon Cutter Tail Blade.

Judging from the craftsman's furrowed brows, it's clear that it's unlikely he can repair it.

After thinking for a while, he came up with two solutions.

The first option is to repair it, but he can't guarantee it will be repaired successfully, and the materials needed are enough to forge another iron sword.

The second option is to exchange it for a third-generation iron knife made from several ores, including earth crystals, sparrow stone, and iron ore.

However, due to the rampant fire dragons, the base's ore reserves are severely insufficient, requiring Chen Yan to personally go into the forest to mine earth crystals and swallow sparrow stones.

After learning about Chen Yan's needs, the young man gave a precise answer: even the third-generation iron knife might not be able to withstand several flying blade rock-breaking slashes, and they would need to find a more suitable high-temperature resistant material.

Helpless, Chen Yan had no choice but to let the young man do a quick polishing before heading out of the stronghold.

He already had the most suitable materials in mind.

Chapter 54 He opened his eyes

"Chen Yan, I heard that the Xialong is covered in purple flowers, has horns on its head, very big eyes, and a very long tongue... Is that true?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Chen Yan, preoccupied with figuring out weapon materials, was being rather perfunctory.

"Chen Yan, I also heard that the tail of the Xialong is always curled up, looking like a giant lollipop. Is that true?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Chen Yan continued to give perfunctory answers.

"Chen Yan, I've also heard that Xialong can change color and become invisible. Tell me the truth, do you often ride it to peep at the staff on the Starship taking a bath in the hot springs?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Chen Yan let Hua Miao's nagging go in one ear and out the other, without giving it any thought; he was still just giving perfunctory replies.

The cat flew into a rage, transforming into its usual face-hugging form after a long absence, and began frantically scratching at his head from its perch.

"You, Chen Yan, I considered you a brother, and you didn't even take me with you when this happened! You know perfectly well that I love the calico kitten on the Starship the most!"

Chen Yan, caught off guard by the sudden darkness, nearly fell from a tree dozens of meters high.

"What are you doing? What's so interesting about the hostesses and Palicoes on the Starship? I'll take you to peek at the female Rathalos next door, who's home alone with her eggs because her husband's busy with work..."

Flower Cat was shocked and hid from looking at the hostess and Little Meow... What's so interesting about a female Rathalos?

But it still insisted on asking one last question.

"Chen Yan, please, one last question: why didn't Xialong eat you? I remember it wasn't a vegetarian!"

Flower Cat was really curious.

In its mind, whether it's the lowest-level Little Thief Dragon or the highest-level Elder Dragon, they are all ferocious monsters who never do good deeds and only love killing and arson.

Legend has it that heroes from all walks of life consider it an honor to defeat ancient dragons, and this is the first time it has ever heard of someone being friends with an ancient dragon.

"Hmm... I actually know the answer to that question."

Chen Yan gently hugged the cat in his arms and carefully peeled back the belly fat to measure its thickness.

"When we first met, He wanted to devour me alive, but I told Him I had the fattest Palico in history, and that eating it was incredibly enjoyable. He immediately put me down and told me to fatten you up a bit more so He could use you for hot pot later..."

"what?"

Seeing Chen Yan's serious expression, Hua Miao shuddered violently.

"Chen Yan, you definitely wouldn't want to use me for hot pot, would you..."

Chen Yan thought about it carefully and answered it more seriously.

"That's not necessarily true, but if I still have the secret stash of money I keep under my bed, I probably wouldn't want to part with it."

Upon hearing that her legs had stopped shaking and her flesh had stopped trembling, Hua Miao, with a death-defying resolve, plopped herself onto him.

"Then you might as well take me to the hot pot..."