Chapter 15: The Young Junior Disciple Was Stunned

Chapter 15: The Young Junior Brother Was Stunned

Ye Yun stood with his hands behind his back, watching the exchange between the senior sister and junior brother with a satisfied smile on his face.

Jun Moxiao's reaction was quite normal.

After all, their thirteenth-generation sect master of the Divine Dragon Sect had lived an incredibly long time ago—an astonishing hundred thousand years.

Ordinary cultivators could never live so long, not even those who had reached the True God realm.

Seeing that Jun Moxiao remained skeptical, Luo Li stomped her foot in frustration and said angrily, “Junior brother, when have I ever lied to you?”

With that, Luo Li suddenly raised the sect master’s token, her face solemn as she swore an oath before it.

“I, Luo Li, as the 298th-generation sect master of the Divine Dragon Sect, swear that every word I just spoke is true beyond doubt. If I lie, may the heavens strike me down with five thunderbolts!”

“Senior sister, you mustn’t take oaths so lightly,” Jun Moxiao said anxiously, as a surge of energy coursed through his body and he propped himself up, shouting.

Luo Li fixed him with a serious gaze. “Do you believe me now?”

“Yes, senior sister, I believe you.” Jun Moxiao nodded repeatedly.

He lifted his eyes to Ye Yun, shock deepening in his gaze. How had this ancestor survived for so long after dying a hundred thousand years ago?

According to the sect’s records, this ancestor’s cultivation had been incredibly powerful, reaching the pinnacle of the Cangnan Continent.

But even at the peak realm, living for a hundred thousand years seemed impossible.

Luo Li chuckled softly beside him. “Junior brother, you don’t need to worry about how the ancestor lived until now. Just know that this is the thirteenth-generation progenitor of our Divine Dragon Sect.”

“Understood, senior sister,” Jun Moxiao replied, nodding repeatedly. Struggling to his feet, he suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Ye Yun.

“Greetings, ancestor.”

Seeing Jun Moxiao finally accept his identity, Ye Yun felt a wave of relief. With a gentle wave of his hand, a burst of spiritual power lifted Jun Moxiao up.

“Your body is still weak. You can forgo these worldly formalities for now.”

Ye Yun smiled faintly and produced a small vial.

At the sight of the vial, Luo Li’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Junior brother! Your harsh fate is finally ending, and a brilliant path is about to open before you.”

Jun Moxiao stared at Luo Li in astonishment.

Luo Li tucked her hands behind her back, puffed out her chest proudly, and looked at Jun Moxiao with a confident smile. “Junior brother, look at what cultivation level I have reached now.”

Despite his injuries, Jun Moxiao still retained some spiritual energy and felt it, his eyes widening in shock as he exclaimed, “Senior sister, how did you reach the peak of the tenth layer of the Primordial Sea realm?”

“Haha... I knew you’d be surprised when you saw me. To be honest, this is all thanks to the ancestor using the ancestral dragon’s blood to help me cultivate—hence my rapid progress,” Luo Li laughed heartily, completely abandoning any lady-like demeanor.

Ancestral dragon’s blood?

Those words sent a shock through Jun Moxiao’s mind, and darkness swept over his vision as he fainted.

“Hey, junior brother, why did you suddenly pass out?” Luo Li rushed over and caught him.

Ye Yun smiled quietly at the scene.

With a slight wave of his hand, Jun Moxiao slowly regained consciousness.

“Ancestor, do you really possess ancestral dragon’s blood?” Jun Moxiao asked in disbelief, staring at Ye Yun.

As a descendant of the Divine Dragon Sect, he was naturally sensitive to dragon’s essence blood, especially ancestral dragon’s blood, which was deeply embedded in their lineage.

“Yes.” Ye Yun moved his hand, and another small vial appeared.

Seeing the familiar vial, Luo Li’s face lit up with a broad smile.

“Junior brother, the ancestor holds the ancestral dragon’s blood!”

Jun Moxiao looked at the vial, licking his lips as he asked hesitantly, “This vial of ancestral dragon’s blood... could it really contain a hundred drops?”

“Are you joking?” Luo Li glared at him. “Do you really think there are only a hundred drops inside?”

“Did I say something wrong?” Jun Moxiao looked bewildered.

He glanced at Luo Li uncertainly. “Senior sister, are there only tens of drops then?”

“I really want to knock some sense into you with my sword,” Luo Li said angrily, raising her sword to strike Jun Moxiao’s head. But she stopped mid-air and burst into giggles.

“Junior brother, to be honest, don’t be fooled by the size of this vial. It’s like a magical world inside—there’s an abundance of ancestral dragon’s essence blood in there.”

“Is there a lot?” Jun Moxiao blinked and focused intently on the vial in Ye Yun’s hand, guessing, “Maybe around a thousand drops?”

Seeing his spineless attitude, Luo Li stomped her foot and laughed loudly. “A thousand drops? No way! Honestly, junior brother, it’s more like a huge basin full—at least a hundred thousand drops!”

“What? A hundred thousand drops?” Jun Moxiao was stunned, his vision darkening as he fainted again.

“Sigh, junior brother, why do you keep passing out?” Luo Li pouted, stamping her foot and biting her lip in frustration.

“This junior brother of yours is younger but too inexperienced—he just can’t handle these things,” Ye Yun said with a smile.

He flicked his fingers lightly, channeling some spiritual power into Jun Moxiao, who slowly opened his eyes and sat up once more.

Ye Yun uncorked the vial and took out two drops of ancestral dragon’s essence blood, flicking them gently toward Jun Moxiao.

Feeling the unique aura of the ancestral dragon’s blood, Jun Moxiao felt his blood surge with boiling energy, as if something deep within his body was calling out powerfully.

Although he possessed the bloodline of the Divine Dragon, it was extremely diluted.

Yet somehow, he resonated with this ancestral dragon’s essence blood in a mysterious way.

Ye Yun smiled and said, “In the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, you experienced the Lighting of Heaven technique. Though it severely damaged your body, it also, in a way, helped you. These two drops of ancestral dragon’s blood, you should be able to successfully absorb.”

“Ancestor, thank you so much,” Jun Moxiao said, tears suddenly streaming down his face.

The inhuman torments he endured in the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge now seemed repaid in an unimaginable and astonishing way.

Ye Yun smiled faintly.

Luo Li urged, “Junior brother, don’t miss this chance. Swallow these two drops of ancestral dragon’s blood quickly.”

“All right, senior sister,” Jun Moxiao agreed.

He opened his mouth, and the two drops flew inside him.

The mighty ancestral dragon’s blood transformed into countless pure energies, rushing throughout his body.

At that moment, Jun Moxiao felt an indescribable, surging power within.

He suddenly slapped the ground with both hands, immediately sitting cross-legged and, following the unique Divine Dragon Sect’s cultivation method, began to absorb the ancestral dragon’s essence blood.

(End of chapter)