CHAPTER 632: CHAPTER 89: DRAGON TEARS ARE PRICELESS

"Are you that Five-Colored Jiao Dragon?" Yue Minzhi whispered in a voice that only they could hear, as if speaking to herself.

"This Jiao certainly won’t agree to contract with you, the relative of a detestable summoner; surely in your bones flows the same cunning blood as that summoner," the Five-Colored Jiao Dragon seethed with anger, having already scented the presence of Yue Jinghua.

The Six-star Demon Summoning Array, an existence that dark magic beasts tremble at the thought of.

It, the proud Five-Colored Jiao Dragon, how could it submit to a member of the Human Race.

Just as the Five-Colored Jiao Dragon made up its mind to never submit to Yue Minzhi or Yue Jinghua for that matter.

The words that came from Yue Minzhi next unexpectedly brought it to a halt.

"Just now, when I awoke the jiao dragon, I felt great joy. The Dragon Pillar under my command finally emitted a pulsation akin to a fetus stirring; in that moment, I felt a father’s illusionary sense of duty, to not abandon so easily. Hence, my apologies, it’s not that you’re not good enough, but because, I already have a Contracted Dragon," Yue Minzhi said with a gentle sigh, without a trace of reluctance, he withdrew his hand, and, as when he arrived, he strode away, heading towards the Sky Weasel Dragon.

After experiencing the disappearance of his father, the word ’responsibility’ weighed more heavily on Yue Minzhi’s heart than mountains, deeper than the seas.

From the third awakening of the Dragon Pillar to his withdrawal, it was a matter of mere moments.

There was an uproar in the stands, Yue Jinghua also stood up, and Lie Rou’s voice trembled as she asked, "What’s wrong, Huahua, did your elder brother fail to awaken it again?"

"No, mother, big brother... he seems to have made up his mind, a decision he won’t regret," Yue Jinghua sighed deeply as well. Yue Minzhi, a man of deep affections and loyalty; such qualities would become a burden in his future.

Yet, why is it that even when she knows her brother’s stubborn character, she was not agitated, but rather, genuinely proud from the bottom of her heart?

The figure of her elder brother, walking with broad, proud steps toward the Sky Weasel Dragon, looked to her more towering and gallant than ever before.

"Yue Minzhi, have you thought it through clearly? If you give up this last chance, the Dragon Pillar will belong to the final Quasi-Dragon Knight," even Lord Zhan couldn’t help but speak out, questioning. After all, that Dragon Pillar contained a Five-Colored Jiao Dragon, a rarity once in a thousand years.

Yue Minzhi, with his Dark Heavenly Cultivation, was undeniably the one most qualified among all to earn the favor of the Five-Colored Jiao Dragon.

At this moment, the field was bathed in a starlight, and under the soft glow of the merfolk pearl, Yue Minzhi’s figure was as if coated in stardust.

He spoke freely and heartily—with not a hint of regret in his laughter.

"Thank you for the reminder, Lord Zhan. Earlier, when I was waking the Asian Young Dragon, I had already made a vow within my heart: in sickness and health, until death do us part, if it stays, I will not abandon," declared Yue Minzhi, his face versed in nonchalance.

His heartfelt words resonated with everyone present.

Long Rui was deeply moved, as if she was seeing Yue Minzhi in a new light. Mist formed in her beautiful eyes involuntarily.

No one understood the bitterness in Yue Minzhi’s heart at that moment better than she did.

Over the past few years, striving to become a Quasi-Dragon Knight, a Dragon Knight, Yue Minzhi had exerted effort ten times more than others.

Yet why was fate so unjust to him? At the Dragon Pulling Test, he deserved a result like this.

Long Rui had never hated herself as she did today, and she also hated how her brother used her to secretly sabotage Yue Minzhi.

"Plop--" A drop of water landed on Long Rui’s face.

Could it be raining?

Long Rui couldn’t help but look up, and what she saw was her Contracted Dragon, the Lake King Dragon with a pair of beautiful amber-blue eyes.

Not just the Lake King Dragon, but also a group of Asian Young Dragons behind her, all had moist eyes at that moment. They were Dark Beasts, not understanding human emotions, yet at that moment, Yue Minzhi expressed his feelings in the most unique way.

It won’t leave, and I won’t abandon it.

That promise was not only for the Contracted Dragon but also for a partner, as indispensable as one’s own left arm and right hand.

As Asian Dragons, they had no choice but to surrender to the Human Race when captured, opting for submission as their sole means of survival.

However, this could not extinguish the innate pride deep in their bones, that unique pride of the Dragon Clan.

In some ways, Dragon Tears are even more precious than Dragon Blood.

To Asian Dragons, they could give up their lives for their Dragon Rider, but seldom do Asian Dragons shed a mournful tear at the death of their Dragon Rider.

Yue Minzhi, with his actions, had earned the respect of the Asian Dragons.

Yue Minzhi squatted down and picked up the Sky Weasel Dragon in his arms, gently dusting off its body and stopping its bleeding, feeding it clear water, as if it were an incredibly precious treasure.

"Lord Zhan, this Asian Young Dragon is very weak. I fear it is not suitable for contract today. I will take it back and nurture it for a few days before returning to contract it. May I know your thoughts on this matter?" Yue Minzhi did not know exactly what kind of dragon the rodent-like creature in his hands was and simply wanted to wait until the Asian Dragon regained its strength before examining it closely.

However, its limbs had already been severed for quite some time, and even an elixir would likely not be able to bring it back now.

"Indeed worthy of being the son of Blood Sakura Duke Yue Nian, such rebelliousness. It is quite reminiscent of your father’s style," Zhan Tian suddenly laughed aloud.

Of all the Dragon Riders here today, this young man in front of him is the one he appreciates the most.

"Poverty cannot sway me, might cannot bend me. Between the Five-Colored Jiao and the Sky Weasel Dragon, you have already made your choice. Regardless, I respect your choice, and now I declare that this Sky Weasel is your Contracted..." Zhan Tian had not yet uttered the word "dragon".

Suddenly, the entire training field resounded with the angry cries of a Jiao Dragon.

The snow-white Dragon Pillar that had stood aside unwaveringly erupted into a brilliant display of five-colored brilliance.

A Jiao Dragon, clad in black scales with five-colored wings on its back, broke through the pillar.

"The Dragon Pillar has shattered, and a Jiao Dragon has come forth on its own? This is... this..." The events in the training grounds tonight would make for sensational tales widely shared throughout the streets and alleys of the Dragon War Empire over the coming months.

And Lord Zhan, the only person present who could understand the Dragon Clan Language, as he witnessed the Five-Colored Jiao Dragon emerge into the sky and hover over, Yue Minzhi’s head, his mind was already filled with the furious words of the Jiao Dragon.

"Damnable Human Race, you dare to abandon this Jiao Dragon? Are your eyes smeared with cow dung? This Jiao Dragon is a paragon of elegance, a hundred times better than that crooked-necked Weasel Dragon. You won’t contract with me, so I insist on contracting with you." Having said that, it let out an angry roar at Yue Minzhi.

Lord Zhan was still in disarray, as this Jiao Dragon was cutting in. Shouldn’t contracts have an order of precedence? And now this Five-Colored Jiao Dragon wants to contract with Yue Minzhi too?