CHAPTER 686: CHAPTER 630: CORPSE-DEVOURING WORM EMPEROR UPDATE 2

Thief Dragon was not a true dragon, but rather the legendary Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor.

This creature, like the Dragon Sturgeon, belonged to the Mutant Species True Dragon, with pure True Dragon Treasure Blood flowing within its body.

However, unlike the Dragon Sturgeon that couldn’t cultivate, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor could.

Speaking of the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, it was necessary to mention the Corpse-eating Worms which, as the name suggested, thrived by devouring corpses. Legend had it that they were the descendants of a True Dragon and an Alien Clan from the Mythical Era, whose dragon blood had become so diluted over countless generations that it was nearly imperceptible.

Naturally, it wasn’t always like this; there were times when a mutation would occur among the Corpse-eating Worms, resurrecting the diluted dragon blood completely and transforming it into pure True Dragon Treasure Blood.

Such mutants were Corpse-devouring Worm Emperors, appearing to be Corpse-eating Worms, but in reality, they could be considered Pure Blood True Dragons.

The Thief Dragon in front of them was such a Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, an old friend—or perhaps more accurately, a bad influence—from his past life, a despicable and lecherous Thief Dragon.

"Damn rascal, you’re really not dead, and you still have the luck of the Dragon Lady. Awoo—" Thief Dragon couldn’t help but howl in a voice that wasn’t quite dragon or wolf, and immediately a wave of curses filled with resentment came from outside, "Is that damned dragon back again? Elders, hurry up and slaughter it."

Ye Chen immediately slapped him, and as Thief Dragon was about to cry out in pain, Ye Chen clamped his mouth shut with one hand, preventing any sound from escaping.

It wasn’t until the cursing had faded away outside the Divine Island that Ye Chen released him, and said exasperatedly, "Tell me, old ***k, what did you steal this time that makes people want to kill you like that?"

"What do you mean by stealing? I was merely taking a few Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures from the Medicine Garden. They call themselves the Supreme Sacred Land, yet they can’t bear to part with anything," Thief Dragon said innocently.

Ye Chen hardly believed a word from this troublesome dragon and immediately took the bag from its back, opened it, and was met with dazzling lights and thick scents of medicine. When he saw what lay inside, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

Three True Ten-thousand-year-old Medicine Treasures, a dozen or so seven to eight thousand year old Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, along with more medicinal herbs and Spiritual Grass Essence totaling forty or fifty plants, not to mention an immense piece of Nourishing Divine Soil.

These were truly precious items; it was audacious for the troublesome dragon to claim he’d taken just a ’little.’ It was almost as though he had moved the entire Taichu Sacred Land’s Medicine Garden.

No wonder those elders wanted to kill this troublesome dragon, Ye Chen felt the same—it was pure greed.

Grabbing everything, Ye Chen confiscated them all, saying, "These aren’t yours, even if you were to steal, you shouldn’t take so much. I’ll help you return them tomorrow."

"No way, these are mine," Thief Dragon protested, rushing forward.

"Scram!"

Boom—

Ye Chen, without any courtesy, slapped him. With a deafening sound, it sent Thief Dragon flying, smashing into several palace columns before stopping, painfully grinning and muttering, "This bastard, why is his strength so terrifying in this life."

He was after all the strongest Combat Saint Body, with Holy Blood that harbored the Inner Essence of Dragon Origin and the characteristic of Nine Tribulations Gold—how could he not be terrifying? He was far more formidable than any other Combat Saint Body.

Instantly, Thief Dragon sniffed Ye Chen and exclaimed in astonishment, "Why do I smell our Dragon Clan’s scent on you?"

"Because I refined a Dragon Sturgeon and neutralized the Dragon Origin," Ye Chen said, in a simple and clear way.

"Damn it, why is your luck so against the heavens, even finding a Dragon Sturgeon?" Thief Dragon suddenly widened his eyes; those were like him, a Mutant Species True Dragon, rare and precious throughout the ages.

Then, with eyes shining, he rushed forward and grabbed Ye Chen by the arm, biting into it as he drooled profusely, "You damned brat, Lord Dragon here is a bit anemic lately, and you just happen to be a Holy Body with our Dragon Origin infused Dragon Blood for me to drink a hundred or so pounds to solve my anemia."

Ye Chen, yet again, slapped him away, clanging loudly, unsurprisingly sending the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor flying.

After a while, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor came back, a bit fearful. How could this damned kid still be so formidable? It made it impossible for him, the dragon, to mess around; he was completely no match.

But eventually, he sauntered up, sat down grandly on a chair, crossed his legs in a human-dragon fashion, and said nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, Little Moonlight, how did you come back to life?"

Little Moonlight, a nickname the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor had for Ye Chen due to his previous life being called Qian Yue, who also had a mysterious Moon Seal on his forehead.

Ye Chen didn’t mind, and said faintly, "Someone saved me, and I was reborn."

"Just like that?" The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor was flabbergasted. Could the plot be any simpler?

Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders, "If not like this, what else do you want?"

"..." Thief Dragon found itself at a loss for words.

"Speaking of which, how come you’re also here in the Taichu Sacred Land?" Ye Chen was curious.

"After you died, I followed Yaya here," the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor answered simply, blandly, with no passion mid-way, though one could guess many things had happened; but now that everything was alright, that was what mattered the most.

Upon meeting again, one human and one dragon eventually burst into laughter, their fist and dragon claw colliding.

Being alive to see each other again was better than anything.

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor said to Ye Chen, "Wait for me for a moment."

Soon after, it returned with its hands full of several jugs of wine, opened them, and a fragrant, rich aroma wafted out, so intoxicating that even Saints would feel dizzied, truly a priceless immortal wine, incredibly precious.

Needless to say, that damned dragon had definitely stolen the immortal wine from the Sacred Land.

Sure enough, deep within the Sacred Land, ghostly wails and godly howls sounded, "Damn it, the Taichu Divine Wine that’s been brewed for over a hundred thousand years was stolen again—"

On Divine Island, a human and a dragon sat outside a palace by a lake, small pavilion surrounded by rippling waters, drinking wine and toasting the moon.

No, that wasn’t a cup; it was a bowl, a giant pot-sized wine bowl, as they drank great bowls of the priceless immortal wine, the liquid fragrant and mellow. Not intentionally using Mana to ward off the effects of the alcohol, both were quite drunk.

Suddenly, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor let out a wolf howl that startled countless people and birds in the Sacred Land, followed by a barrage of cursing, only stopping when Ye Chen slapped him again.

"Little Moonlight, after you left, Lord Dragon felt very lonely, unrivaled and desolate in the whole world. Searching through the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, which Heavenly Pride could possibly be Lord Dragon’s opponent? Those supposedly Immortal True Kings, Supreme Heirs, to me, they are like children in split pants, not even fully haired," the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor slurred drunkenly.