Chapter 281: White Scales! Dragon Body! Dragon Claws!

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Quan Ye didn’t understand the conversation at first, but when he heard “dragon claws,” his muscle-filled brain unexpectedly started working.

Demonic beast egg, scales, dragon claws…

Putting these words together, it sounded like the process of hatching a dragon egg! Could it be that they had found a dragon egg?

No, impossible!

He was the only descendant of the Azure Dragon! Everything else was fake—lies meant to deceive!

Quan Ye glanced at the delighted Bai Ling and Jiu Wei and suddenly had a bold thought. “You didn’t hire actors just to create a sense of urgency for me, did you? Thinking this will make me obedient? Let me tell you now—I won’t fall for it!”

Bai Ling and Jiu Wei gave him a glance that screamed, “Are you stupid?” before turning away, choosing not to entertain him further.

They were afraid his idiocy might be contagious.

Quan Ye, however, felt he had uncovered their “plot” and smugly declared, “No need to pretend anymore. Your tricks are clear to me now!”

Yu Zhao clicked her tongue in annoyance. She could hardly bear to listen any longer.

“Yu Zhao, you know my true identity now, don’t you? Apologize, and I’ll forgive the past. We can still be like senior and junior siblings,” Quan Ye said shamelessly.

His tone was so audacious that Yu Zhao almost laughed. She took out a low-grade spirit stone from her storage space and handed it to Quan Ye.

Quan Ye, confused but compliant, took the stone.

Yu Zhao smiled faintly. “Use this to treat your brain. No need to thank me.”

It took Quan Ye a moment to realize he had been mocked. His blood boiled, and he raised the spirit stone, intending to throw it at Yu Zhao’s face.

With a flick of her finger, Yu Zhao released a streak of spiritual light. It hit the spirit stone, sending it flying back with immense force to hit Quan Ye squarely on the nose.

Quan Ye grunted, clutching his nose as blood trickled between his fingers.

“Yu Zhao, I’m going to—”

“Shut up!” Bai Ling snapped.

The discovery of what could be a real dragon egg had dramatically lowered Quan Ye’s standing in Bai Ling’s eyes. The diluted Azure Dragon bloodline in Quan Ye was nothing compared to the prospect of a true White Dragon. Even a fool would know which to choose.

And this was a hatchling—a newly born one! As long as the White Peacock Clan nurtured it carefully, why would the White Dragon not stand with them?

In such a critical moment, Quan Ye’s ignorant antics were intolerable. Bai Ling promptly silenced him and turned back to the jade stone on the table, his eyes filled with fiery anticipation.

Even Jiu Wei, annoyed by Quan Ye’s noise, was about to throw him off Green Hill Mountain. But reconsidering, she decided leaving him here was better—let him see for himself if they were truly “acting.”

Leading Bai Ling, Yu Zhao, and Quan Ye back to the discussion area, Jiu Wei placed the jade stone at the center of the table. Everyone held their breath, focusing on the faint sounds emanating from the jade.

Even Bai Mei, normally quiet, remained completely silent. Only the faint “crackling” noises inside the jade stone could be heard. Light as they were, they sent shivers down Bai Ling and Jiu Wei’s spines.

Their grave seriousness made Quan Ye, sulking in a corner, feel uneasy. He kept telling himself it was fake. All of it, fake!

But the next moment, his delusions shattered.

“Clan leader, I saw it clearly this time! Dragon claws! Real dragon claws! And a dragon body with white scales!”

Bai Ling’s lips quivered, his eyes glazed. The impact left his mind blank.

Compared to him, Jiu Wei appeared calmer, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her excitement.

She could understand Bai Ling’s outburst. The White Peacock Clan, known for their gentle temperament, were rare among the demon race for their peaceful nature. Bai Ling, as the clan leader, had shouldered the responsibility of the entire demon race’s future for years. After countless failures and dwindling opportunities, seeing hope now naturally overwhelmed him.

“Hahaha! White Dragon! A White Dragon! It really is a White Dragon!” Bai Ling exclaimed, leaping with joy.

Before Yu Zhao could react, Bai Ling kissed Jiu Wei’s cheek, leaving her blushing. Then, he grabbed Yu Zhao’s hands, shaking them vigorously.

“Yu Zhao! Thank you! Thank you for bringing the dragon egg to the demon race! You’re my savior! The savior of the entire demon race!”

Yu Zhao felt her arms nearly being yanked off. “No need to thank me,” she said, forcing a smile, trying to free herself.

But Bai Ling, oblivious to her discomfort, poured out his struggles over the years. Yu Zhao abandoned her rescue attempt, casting a pleading look at Jiu Wei.

Jiu Wei only winked at her, indicating she was on her own.

Suddenly, a voice came from the jade stone again—Bai Mei’s voice. This time, it wasn’t good news.

“Clan leader, something’s wrong. It doesn’t seem to be a White Dragon…”

Bai Ling froze. Not a White Dragon? Not a White Dragon!?

Quan Ye straightened up, his head held high.

“White scales! Dragon body! Dragon claws! How could it not be a White Dragon? Bai Mei, are you sure you’re seeing it right?” Bai Ling roared, his eyes bloodshot as if on the verge of tears.

Jiu Wei’s expression showed concern.

“Clan leader, it does have white scales, dragon claws, and a dragon body, but its eyes and horns are crimson red!”

Bai Ling calmed himself, processing her words.

A dragon-like creature with white scales, dragon claws, and a dragon body, but with red eyes and horns…

“It’s a Fu Xi!” Jiu Wei and Yu Zhao exclaimed in unison.

Fu Xi, the offspring of a Golden Dragon and an Azure Dragon, bore white scales, crimson eyes, and fiery horns. Though not a true dragon, it was the most remarkable among dragon descendants, closely resembling dragons in appearance. With the dragons’ extinction, the Fu Xi had also become a mythical demonic beast. Who would have thought there was a Fu Xi egg in the cultivation world?

“Yes! A Fu Xi! It’s a Fu Xi!” Bai Ling cheered.

It wasn’t a White Dragon, but a Fu Xi was just as good—far better than his initial expectations.

Grateful, Bai Ling decided to return to Spirit Mountain, with Jiu Wei accompanying him to witness the Fu Xi firsthand.

The trip originally meant for one became a journey for three—or four, if you counted Quan Ye, who Jiu Wei unceremoniously tossed off the mountain.

This act led to an early reunion between Master Qing Yan, Su Ming, and their troublesome disciple Quan Ye in the wild.

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