CHAPTER 930: CHAPTER 129: ONCE IN THE MARTIAL WORLD, TIME RUSHES BY (END OF VOLUME)

The vast Ancient Red Dragon, amidst the misty mountains of Jiangnan, lowered its gaze towards the people on the mountaintop. Their faces were pale as paper, immersed in the shock and impact of seeing such a giant creature.

The Mo Family Master, Pan Wanxiu, was in a daze for a long time.

Next to him, Mr. Lei took a deep breath and said, "I really want to go there."

Pan Wanxiu asked, "Go where?"

Mr. Lei pondered seriously, then replied, "From here, head south for three thousand seven hundred miles into Chen Country, then follow the river downstream. After crossing three city ferries, head north for seven hundred miles. There are many mountains there, and among them is a villa called Divine Beast Manor."

"There is an Ancestor Master Hall inside the three courtyards."

"I would go in and say one thing to the statue in the center of the Ancestor Master Hall."

"You come down, I want to sit up there."

Mr. Lei took a deep breath, murmuring, "To ride a Red Dragon, even our Ancestor Master never experienced such a thing."

"They must be so envious that they’d want to crawl out of the ground."

Pan Wanxiu shook his head helplessly.

Several other people had different feelings. Gongsun Huaizhi, looking at the enormous Ancient Red Dragon, murmured, "Marvelous, marvelous, truly marvelous. If such a gigantic divine being carried a super siege mechanism, it would be for attacking fortresses..."

"No, it’s for army-level super mechanisms."

"Truly marvelous, truly marvelous."

Shouda Lin, head of the Seven Old Ghosts Under Qilin, stared straight at the Ancient Red Dragon’s mouth.

"Divine Dragon, give me a bit of your saliva!"

"Dragon Saliva is the ultimate spiritual medicine!!!"

"I, I-I-I, I’ll kneel for you!"

He was originally just a village doctor passed down through generations, but was forced into a bandit den due to corrupt officials. Little did he expect to encounter such an opportunity and fortune. Shitou Lin started pondering the wonders of having the Divine Dragon spit a mouthful of saliva to water medicinal herbs.

Pan Wanxiu’s mouth twitched: "Are the people of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion really that peculiar?"

Xu Tiange of the Farmer School sighed, "I suppose so, I feel the same way."

Pan Wanxiu looked at Xu Tiange, thinking that at least there was someone normal around him, and said, "Mr. Xu Tiange, why are you going to the Western Regions this time?"

Xu Tiange said, "Old Pan, what about you?"

Pan Wanxiu answered honestly, "The Lord said that going to the Western Regions may require city-building. The Western Regions are dry, with scarce water sources and large winds and sands. The methods for building city defenses must be vastly different from the Central Plains."

"He asked me to first study the methods of city building in the Western Regions."

Xu Tiange couldn’t help but say, "Typical of the Mo School."

"Always talking about city building, city building!"

"Me? Oh, I’m different, of course."

Xu Tiange proudly patted the large bags on his body, stood tall and proud, and said:

"I’m going to farm!"

Pan Wanxiu: "..."

Mr. Pan sighed with an expression of realization, while Xu Tiange excitedly said, "These past few decades, during our research at the Central State Academy, we developed some new types. For instance, this, [Qingke], has deep roots and can grow anywhere."

"Like this one, its roots can stabilize the sand."

"And this one, it can store rainwater..."

Xu Tiange, full of enthusiasm, shook Pan Wanxiu violently, speaking endlessly of his seeds, while Pan Wanxiu was in a stupor, thinking about how to build a city in the Western Regions later.

The Mo School, the Farmer School.

City building, farming!

Tilling and fighting, tilling and fighting!

There, Gongsun Huaizhi was fervently thinking about constructing army-level super mechanisms, while Shitou Lin was almost kneeling to present offerings—a saliva-inducing appetizer, hoping the Divine Dragon would sneeze on him.

The Ancient Red Dragon: "..."

It looked at Li Guanyi and said, "Your Heavenly Strategy Mansion and Qilin Army indeed have a wealth of talent."

Li Guanyi smiled helplessly.

Only Fan Qing sat quietly there.

His back was straight.

This man, one of the original generals of the Qilin Army, had reached the fourth layer heaven level. He reached the third layer heaven before the pacification battle in Jiangnan, and over the following year, Fan Qing voluntarily became the test subject for the [Seven Old Ghosts Under Qilin].

His martial arts improved greatly, reaching the late third layer heaven.

Again, because he used to belong to the Sky-reaching Sect.

After the Sky-climbing Sect Master Ximen Hengrong arrived in Jiangnan, Fan Qing treated him as a disciple honoring a teacher, and Ximen Hengrong sighed for a long time, passing on the unpassed martial arts of the Sky-reaching Sect, "Sky-reaching Martial Arts Manual," to Fan Qing, and helped him cleanse his meridians, breaking through barriers to reach the fourth layer realm.

But he also straightforwardly stated that Fan Qing, after all, was over thirty years old and had endured several years of imprisonment.

Without opportunities, the fifth layer heaven was the limit of his foundation.

Fan Qing had a firm mental state and was one of the Qilin Army generals most skilled in training troops.

The Ancient Red Dragon watched these people and spoke in a slow and steady voice: "Well, well, consider it your good fortune. Come aboard then."

As the words were spoken, a gust of wind swirled, pulling everyone up.

To prevent Gongsun Huaizhi, Mr. Lei, and Xu Tiange from turning back upon seeing a Red Dragon, trying to bring more mechanisms, exotic beasts, or luggage to the Western Regions, the Ancient Red Dragon couldn’t help but laugh: "You boys truly think of me as your baggage-carrying mule."

"Quite courageous."

"Hold on tight."

Li Guanyi and Shaking Light sat on the dragon’s head, the young man looking into the distance, a surge rising in his chest. Just then, a melody of zither sound began to resonate, and Li Guanyi paused, lowering his eyes towards the direction from which the zither sound rose.

"Auntie..."

"Boy, get ready."

The voice of the Ancient Red Dragon rang out.

Accompanied by dragon roars, the clouds and mist shifted and transformed, and with a sudden ascent, the fleeting sense of weightlessness caused everyone to pause for a moment, soon followed by fierce winds and clouds rushing towards them. Everyone could only exert all their strength to grip tightly the dragon scales nearby.