Chapter 282: Shen Mo, You’re Truly a Good Man

The old dragon looked astonished.

“My standards are exceptionally high,” it said.

“If what you’ve brought me isn’t a real treasure, I’ll be very upset!” The old dragon pretended to be angry.

Shen Mo smiled slightly and took out a beast-taming pouch.

From within, he retrieved a large barrel.

Inside the barrel was a massive egg, rapidly cracking apart!

The old dragon froze for a moment, then its face lit up with uncontrollable joy.

“This aura feels so familiar…”

“This is… my child?!”

The old dragon shot out of its lair like a bolt of lightning, carefully approaching the barrel, its gaze fixed nervously on the massive egg.

Shen Mo smiled warmly. “Yes, this is your child.”

“I promised I’d help you find it, and now I’ve fulfilled my promise.”

The old dragon took a deep breath, releasing visible white mist from its nostrils.

It looked at Shen Mo with solemn gratitude, its massive eyes filling with tears before the dragon even spoke.

Tears, like pearls, began to fall.

“I… I never imagined that just when I was about to give up hope, you’d bring my child back to me.”

“I’m so moved.”

“You, Shen Mo, you’re truly a good man!”

The old dragon wept tears of joy.

Its massive claw instinctively reached out, as if to embrace Shen Mo.

Fortunately, Shen Mo reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

Otherwise, he would have ended up crushed—not by his enemies but by the old dragon’s overly enthusiastic hug. That would’ve been a ridiculous way to die.

Realizing its excitement had gone too far, the old dragon awkwardly rubbed its claws together. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot you’re still in the Nascent Soul Realm.

“That hug could’ve nearly broken your bones.”

Shen Mo waved it off, about to speak, when he noticed the egg cracking even faster.

From the bottom of the shell, a hind claw stretched out.

The old dragon was ecstatic. “Good, good, good! It’s about to hatch!”

“Shen Mo, the medicinal liquid you prepared is excellent. It seems to have sped up the hatching process.”

Shen Mo chuckled. “I’m an expert in this area.”

The old dragon crouched down to watch the hatching process closely, lying flat beside Shen Mo with the intense focus of a child in a school lesson.

Outside Dragon Valley

Zhao Yaolu and the others finally arrived.

Without entry tokens, they couldn’t enter the valley and could only peer in from a distance.

“What’s going on inside?” Lu Dongxuan said, fidgeting as if ants were crawling all over him.

“I can’t see anything; the old dragon’s body is blocking the view,” Zhao Yaolu said, scratching her head.

He Tianchou sighed. “If we could enter, I’d really love to see what trump card Elder Shen has up his sleeve.”

“Let’s wait,” Zhao Yaolu said with a sigh. “But I can’t shake the feeling that everything is moving toward a worse outcome.”

Lu Dongxuan blinked. “Senior Sister, have you forgotten your luck?

“If your premonition says things are getting worse, it might actually mean they’re getting better!

“Keep thinking pessimistically—the worse it feels, the better it might be!”

Zhao Yaolu wrinkled her nose. “You must have a screw loose!”

Meanwhile

Several figures streaked across the sky toward Dragon Valley like a gale.

Leading them was Yang Wenyuan.

Behind him were Ye Yan, Wang Wu, and other cultivators aligned with Yang Qiye’s faction.

“Did you confirm it? Shen Mo went straight to Dragon Valley?” Yang Wenyuan asked.

“Indeed. I figure he’s relying on his relationship with the Guardian to beg for his life,” Wang Wu sneered.

The others laughed mockingly, their tones full of disdain.

At the brink of death, running to beg the old dragon for help?

Everyone knew the Guardian had sworn not to meddle in sect affairs unless the sect faced an existential crisis.

In the end, Shen Mo was simply wasting precious time.

Instead of escaping, he was running to plead with the old dragon? Truly, his brain must’ve been kicked by a donkey!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Yang Wenyuan and his group landed at the entrance of Dragon Valley, immediately spotting Zhao Yaolu, Lu Dongxuan, and He Tianchou.

“Oh? So, you’re here too,” Yang Wenyuan sneered, his gaze settling particularly on Lu Dongxuan.

“What are you doing here?” Zhao Yaolu’s face turned grim.

Ye Yan produced a token and declared, “We’re here to enter the valley and capture Shen Mo!”

“No one’s entering today!” Lu Dongxuan flipped his hand, and a long spear appeared in his palm.

His murderous aura surged, giving off the impression that he alone could hold off an army of thousands.

He Tianchou also unsheathed his weapon, standing ready for battle.

After all, Shen Mo had saved his life—not once but several times. Blocking Ye Yan and the others was the least he could do to repay that debt.

Zhao Yaolu didn’t seem to react outwardly, but her fair palm began to shimmer with dark scales.

It was as if something ancient and long-sealed within her bloodline was awakening.

Ye Yan’s expression grew tense.

He suddenly felt immense pressure.

Both Zhao Yaolu and Lu Dongxuan, elders of the Tenth Peak, were far stronger than he had anticipated.

Yang Wenyuan stepped forward, placing himself before Ye Yan.

His eyes were cold. “What now? Are you planning to defy the sect’s orders?”

Lu Dongxuan sneered. “What a joke! The proposals in the council chamber haven’t been resolved yet. Where are these so-called sect orders coming from?”

Yang Wenyuan glanced back at his group.

Including himself, there were eight people on his side, compared to only three on the other.

If it came to a fight, the three of them wouldn’t stand a chance.

Making a quick decision, Yang Wenyuan waved his hand. “Attack! Break into the valley and capture Shen Mo alive!”

He charged forward, leading the group, with Ye Yan, Wang Wu, and the others following closely behind.

The battle was about to erupt when suddenly, a new and vigorous energy surged forth.

It felt like the birth of a young sun—small yet radiating intense, scorching heat.

The energy emanated from within the valley.

In that instant, everyone—Ye Yan, Zhao Yaolu, Lu Dongxuan, and the others—paused and turned their attention toward the valley.

Moments later, a resounding dragon’s roar erupted from within.

The sound reverberated for three thousand miles, shaking the heavens.

Countless demonic and spiritual beasts fell to the ground, trembling in submission, not daring to make a single sound.

This dragon’s roar was unlike any before.

It was filled with joy, excitement, and pure happiness—the kind that hadn’t been felt for over a thousand years.

Inside the Council Chamber

The elders, who had been in a heated debate, froze at the sound of the dragon’s roar.

“What’s happening to the Guardian?”

“How could there be such a dragon’s roar? What’s going on?”

“Could it be… the Guardian has found a way to reproduce?”

The elders exchanged bewildered looks before rushing out of the council chamber.

Ao Yan, the Guardian of the Jade Cauldron Sect, was the sect’s ultimate pillar of strength.

The sudden dragon’s roar from Ao Yan demanded their immediate attention.

The two unresolved issues—whether to hand Shen Mo over or appoint him as the Young Sect Master—were temporarily set aside.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Led by Sect Master Li Zhendao, all eleven council members left the chamber and headed straight for Dragon Valley.

Throughout the Jade Cauldron Sect, every elder, steward, and disciple heard the earth-shattering dragon’s roar.

The entire sect erupted in discussion, speculating on what might have happened to their Guardian.

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