Zhao Yuqing visibly stumbled upon hearing those words. But then he laughed coldly. “I don’t particularly want to know you either,” he said. “Do you think yourself so noble? Where were you when Yu Xuan died? Hu Yu followed you for three hundred years, yet in the end, you vanished without even a word. She waited six hundred years for you! Six hundred years! She was murmuring your name even as her life neared its end! And where were you then?” 😤😤😤Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😤😤😤 Faced with this barrage of accusations, Chen Changsheng looked stunned. He froze, asking, “Who is Yu Xuan? And who is Hu Yu…” Zhao Yuqing’s expression darkened instantly. He lifted his hand. The peachwood hairpin securing his hair flew into his palm, transforming into an Immortal Sword emitting waves of bone-chilling cold. A sword cry rang out as the blade came to rest against Chen Changsheng’s neck. Chen Changsheng stared back. In Zhao Yuqing’s gaze, he saw fury, but his own composure proved stronger. Zhao Yuqing wouldn’t strike. Just as Chen Changsheng had anticipated. Zhao Yuqing breathed raggedly. For a moment, he truly wanted to slice that blade across Chen Changsheng’s throat, but he found he simply couldn’t do it. He fell into a long silence, eventually withdrawing the sword. He turned away, saying nothing more. “After this,” Zhao Yuqing’s voice was icy, “I, Zhao Yuqing, have no further ties to you.” Chen Changsheng watched the sword lower from his neck. He stayed silent, unsure of what to say. In the darkness, rain pounded the black Flood Dragon’s scales. His wounds remained, his gaze tinged with desolation, yet filled more with a death-defying resolve. This was Moyuan’s obsession! The Heavenly Tribulation was hard to overcome, the opportunity rare. This fourth attempt was his last remaining strength. If he didn’t achieve Dragon Ascension now, he would never have another chance. Rather than drag out a miserable existence, he chose to embrace his end. Zhao Yuqing suddenly spoke. “A mere little black snake, dreaming of becoming a dragon?” As soon as the words fell, the water around Moyuan churned violently again. Just that one sentence instantly diminished the Dragon’s Might surrounding the black Flood Dragon by thirty percent! The momentum was broken! It was as if the last flicker of Moyuan’s hope had been extinguished. Moyuan’s gaze shot towards the tavern entrance beside the West Bridge. The moment he saw that figure, he knew it must be Zhao Yuqing. “WHY!?” Moyuan roared, voice ragged. “Why do this? I’ve never wronged you! Why!?” Zhao Yuqing didn’t speak. His eyes were unnervingly cold, radiating a bone-deep chill. Another voice cut through. Chen Changsheng stepped forward. “I find he seems more like a dragon,” he stated. The moment he finished speaking, the thirty percent Dragon’s Might Moyuan had lost surged back! Not only that, it felt stronger, more imposing than before! Zhao Yuqing turned to look at Chen Changsheng, his eyes narrowing sharply. “Must you fight me?” he demanded. Chen Changsheng met his gaze. “In all my long years, I have never engaged in a battle of magic. You are the first,” Chen Changsheng replied. Zhao Yuqing snorted. “What an honor.” He raised his hand, fingers forming a mystic seal. “Jade Purity Sacred Art, Summon my Immortal Sword, Dragon-Slaying Blade, ARISE!” As his voice faded, the West Bridge began to tremble violently. Accompanied by grinding, rumbling sounds, the Sword rose up, hovering mid-air above the center of the West Bridge. Amidst the ethereal Sword Qi, the entire West Bridge disintegrated in an instant, collapsing as rubble into the river below. A massive spray erupted. The bridge was gone. Where the Sword hovered now felt like the gates of hell, radiating palpable killing intent. Chen Changsheng raised his hand, his long sleeve flicking outwards. Five drops of True Dragon blood shot towards Moyuan. Moyuan’s heart leapt. He opened his maw wide, and the five drops of blood fell onto his tongue. His Dragon’s Roar intensified, and his Dragon’s Might grew ever more powerful. Moyuan looked at Chen Changsheng. “Sir, why did you…” he began, but stopped. Suddenly, spots of light flickered in the distance. Upon a pavilion high above the Autumn Moon Market, the Old Dragon King Ying Zheng threw forth fifteen drops of Primordial Dragon blood from his palm. Reluctance warred fiercely within him, yet now he had no choice but to part with it. Fifteen drops of Dragon blood entered Moyuan’s belly. Golden Light sparked within Moyuan’s eyes. A pair of distinct dragon pupils shimmered into view. The might of a Half-Dragon emanated spontaneously from him. His gaze returned to Zhao Yuqing. This time, not a trace of desolation remained. Only pure resolve! “Moyuan thanks the Sir! Thanks to the Dragon Lord!” The black Flood Dragon turned his head towards the Immortal Sword hovering menacingly over the river ahead. Zhao Yuqing scoffed dismissively. “What use? You still won’t overcome this trial.” “That may not be so.” Chen Changsheng looked at him. “I say he will pass. Then he will pass.” Chen Changsheng strode forward. He approached the riverbank. Zhao Yuqing watched his silhouette. He seemed to have anticipated the outcome. When the impossible arose, this man always found a way – a single thread of life even within certain doom. He knew Chen Changsheng too well… But it was that very familiarity he couldn’t bear to face. The tangled thoughts and chaotic feelings piled heavy upon his heart, an agitation he hadn’t known for a very long time. Zhao Yuqing sighed, finally directing his gaze towards Moyuan. ‘What astonishingly good fortune…’ Moyuan looked towards Mr. Chen. “Mr. Chen, I am ashamed of your exceptional aid,” he said, voice gravely earnest. “If I survive this trial, I humbly beg to remain by your side and serve you.” “Let’s discuss that once you’ve passed this tribulation,” Chen Changsheng replied. “Listen well now.” Moyuan’s mind settled, his focus turning solemn and intense. Chen Changsheng took another step forward. “The Dragon Scripture declares!” As soon as the words left his mouth, a clap of thunder cracked the sky! The lightning flash illuminated half of Chen Changsheng’s face. He appeared exceptionally imposing in that moment, his eyes showing no discernible emotion. Chen Changsheng continued, speaking clearly and compellingly: “Dragon, divine creature! Also called Rain Worker! Also called Rain Master! Chief among all scaled beings! Its kings have sixteen ranks! Its scales number eighty-one! Head akin to a camel’s! Horns akin to a deer’s! Ears akin to an ox’s…” Follow current novᴇls on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝 “It holds a pearl beneath its jaw! Uses its horns for hearing! The structure atop its head, mountainous like Mt. Bo, is called the Ruler of Wood! The long scale beneath its throat, spanning a foot, is the Counter-Scale!” “Elegantly angled horns! Deeply set eyes! Flared nostrils! Sharply pointed frill! Densely packed scales! Powerful above, tapered below! Thus is the male dragon!” As Mr. Chen’s words resonated, one by one, the Heaven’s Momentum suddenly shifted. The downpour intensified. A fierce gale howled. Yet the figure of Mr. Chen stood firm by the riverbank, seeming small against the elements. But to all others witnessing this scene, his presence seemed vast enough to envelop the very Heaven and Earth. “The Divine Dragon summons clouds to bring rain! The Earth Dragon channels rivers and carves waterways! The Heavenly Dragon guards the Palaces of Heaven! The Hidden Dragon safeguards the Treasures of the Wheel-King!” Another thunderous roar shook the skies. Mr. Chen’s voice pierced the ears of every dragon and serpentine dragon throughout the world. Every dragon and serpentine dragon under heaven lifted their heads, gazing towards the Great Jing Nan region! “Manifests infinitely without permanence! Moves only in response to the Mandate! Lifespan measured in ten thousand years! Virtue mirrored in the Six Lines!” Chen Changsheng’s voice rang out firm and strong; each syllable resonated like sacred truth! Far away, high in the pavilion, Old Dragon King Ying Zheng abruptly lifted his head, staring at the roiling heavens. “HEAVEN PROTECTS THE DRAGON CLAN!”