Jun Changxiao adamantly refused to admit he stole the eggs, and moreover, because they hadn’t hatched yet, the major tribes couldn’t confirm it, so after some negotiations, they could only choose to leave.

“Everyone.”

Before leaving, Dog Sheng said: “If this master finds any eggs, I’ll definitely notify you immediately to come claim them!”

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and the others following various tribes away provided him with a new train of thought—in the future, equip other disciples with contract beasts and arrange for them to mooch food and lodging at various tribes.

The major tribes either left depressed and gloomy or cursing, except the Dragon Tribe’s Four Dragon Kings hadn’t left, because they still hadn’t seen the future Dragon Emperor.

“Brat.”

Tonggu Zhenren transmitted: “Quickly summon out your contract beast and leave with these Dragon Kings.”

“Uh…”

Jun Changxiao immediately felt awkward.

Li Qingyang and the others’ contract beasts hatched under normal circumstances with no changes in form, but Xiao Longlong had mutated during the hatching period. If the Dragon Tribe powerhouses discovered it was different, the problem might become somewhat serious.

“Boy!”

Azure Nether Dragon King said coldly: “We’ve long sensed the Dragon Emperor’s aura. Even if you hide it, it’s useless, so hand it over quickly.”

The other three Dragon Kings gradually released their cultivation, clearly ready to attack if he didn’t cooperate.

The major tribes feared Tonggu Zhenren and Qiye Zhenren and could only be forced to compromise and take Li Qingyang and the others away, but the Dragon Tribe’s four strongest warriors weren’t afraid at all, and even hoped they would start fighting.

Warlike.

One of the Dragon Tribe’s characteristics.

“Disciple.”

Tonggu Zhenren said: “These Dragon Kings are a bit difficult to deal with.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao began to agonize.

“Swoosh!”

Just then, Xiao Longlong flew down from Dragon Head Peak, landed beside him, and said: “I’ll go with you.”

“It’s our Dragon Emperor!”

Long Fei hiding in the shadows said excitedly.

Long Teng frowned: “Why does the aura seem a bit off?”

Xiao Longlong’s entire body emanated an imperial aura that only the Dragon Tribe could sense, but mixed in was also something different—it felt like impure bloodline!

The Teng-Fei brothers both noticed it, so the four Dragon Kings naturally realized it too, and they all furrowed their brows.

Correct.

This should be the Dragon Emperor they were looking for.

But why was the emanating aura somewhat different?

Good thing Xiao Longlong was now in its third form, completely humanized. If it were still in the first two lizard-like forms, they probably would have exploded on the spot!

“Master.”

Xiao Longlong had his back to Jun Changxiao and said: “Thank you for taking care of me all these years.”

“It’s not a life-and-death separation, why so sentimental,” Jun Changxiao shook his head.

The Four Dragon Kings displayed very forceful attitudes, making him realize that not handing over Xiao Longlong would be hard to resolve the conflict, so he could only accept the outcome of separating from his contract beast.

Tonggu Zhenren had also just counseled Dog Sheng, the content being: “Your contract beast can only become a true dragon in the Dragon Domain.”

“Go.”

Jun Changxiao compromised.

His disciples had all endured parting to be taken by various major tribes—what did it matter to let his contract beast leave too?

Moreover, for them this was still a tremendous fortuitous encounter.

Xiao Longlong stepped forward.

Tears formed two lines on that face which had already shed its childishness.

Jun Changxiao once again turned away, forcibly suppressing the reluctance in his heart, biting his lip as he looked up at the sky.

“Master.”

Xiao Longlong stopped at the mountain gate, raised his hand to wipe away tears, and said: “I will return!”

“If you’re leaving, leave quickly, don’t talk so much nonsense!” Jun Changxiao roared.

Xiao Longlong stepped down from the sect, never looking back the entire way, until enveloped by the Four Dragon Kings’ special energy, gradually disappearing into the firmament.

As the Dragon Tribe’s four powerhouses departed, the murderous aura gathered in the air weakened further.

“Whew!”

Purple Scale Demon King let out a long breath.

The Dragon Tribe didn’t pursue the egg theft, allowing him to feel completely relieved.

Old Purple was comfortable, but Jun Changxiao facing the great hall felt his heart being cut like a knife, in deep grief, after all the several core disciples and contract beast he regarded as his treasures had just left him.

“Letting others take them away, am I useless as a sect master?”

“Yes.”

The system admitted frankly.

Jun Changxiao clutched his chest: “I feel terrible, want to cry!”

The disciples and contract beast being taken by various tribes was indeed their fortuitous encounter, but what if the situation were different? What if it involved life and death? Wouldn’t he have no ability to protect them?

“So the host needs to become stronger—strong enough that without relying on your master, without relying on external forces, you can protect the relatives you value most,” the system said.

It didn’t take this opportunity to encourage Jun Changxiao to shop in the store, because a true good friend sends warmth at critical moments.

“You all still haven’t left—are you staying to mooch a meal?” Tonggu Zhenren looked at the Realm Hall warriors, a trace of impatience appearing on his face.

“Farewell!”

“Farewell!”

The Realm Hall forces quickly left Wangu Immortal Mountain.

They arrived with faces full of question marks, left still with faces full of question marks.

They’d even carried countless pots on their backs, because the major tribes had blamed the egg theft on them.

The deed was done by Jun Changxiao, but after all he belonged to the human camp, so the Realm Hall responsible for managing worldly affairs had to be able to accept pots, carry pots.

Of course.

They still obtained one very important piece of intelligence—Wangu Sect’s sect master was actually Tonggu Zhenren’s disciple!

“Master.”

On a distant mountain peak, the hunched elder said in surprise: “This boy has quite the backing!”

He and Fairy Lingyao had arrived early, but because powerhouses from various tribes had gathered at Wangu Sect, with top-tier powerhouses like Tonggu Zhenren present, they had no qualifications to go over.

Simply put.

With that kind of formation just now, there weren’t many qualified to approach.

Fairy Lingyao said: “The Realm Hall was earlier discussing how to target Wangu Sect. Now they’ve probably completely abandoned all such thoughts.”

“If Jin Hao knew, he’d probably cough up blood too,” the hunched elder laughed.

Fairy Lingyao said coolly: “Right now he should pray more that Wangu Sect doesn’t grow too quickly, otherwise his life is in danger.”

“Let’s go.”

“We’re going back.”

Before leaving, she looked toward a certain direction, thinking: “The places where the major tribes live have exceptionally harsh environments. Can he survive two years?”

“Step!”

Ye Xingchen, who was following the Panhu Tribe powerhouses on their journey, suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Wangu Immortal Mountain, clenched his fist and said: “Sect Master, wait for my return!”

“Woof woof!”

The Panhu Beast resembling a husky barked twice, then nuzzled against its master.

Seeing this, the Panhu Tribe powerhouse nearly couldn’t resist beating Ye Xingchen—after all, this was the tribe’s carefully selected next successor, yet had befuddledly signed a life-bound contract with a human trash!

Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and Su Xiaomo also involuntarily stopped to look back at Wangu Immortal Mountain.

Leaving the sect this time—who knew what trials they would experience, but they had already decided in their hearts—become stronger, become even stronger!

Sect Master.

Fellow disciples.

Wait for our return!

…

Two years really wasn’t too long. What changes these core disciples would have upon their return could only be awaited.

“Disciple.”

After seeing off the friends who came to help, Tonggu Zhenren said meaningfully: “The Upper Realm is far more complex than you imagine. The path of developing a sect is destined to be very long.”

Jun Changxiao clenched his fist: “Master, this disciple wants to become stronger!”

Seeing his eyes flashing with absolute desire for power and strength, Tonggu Zhenren said seriously: “Then follow your master to the Extreme Dao Cave Dwelling and accept two years of hellish training.”

“Good!”

That very day, Jun Changxiao entrusted sect affairs to Hua Meigui to manage and resolutely left Wangu Immortal Mountain.

At the beginning, Dog Sheng only used Tonggu Zhenren’s disciple name to intimidate by borrowed authority. Now leaving with him to accept hellish training, they would be true master and disciple in the genuine sense.

“Husband.”

On Dragon Head Peak, watching the gradually disappearing figure, Hua Meigui thought: “I will manage the sect well and wait for your return in two years.”