VHBF -Chapter 175 The Evil Dragon Daddy (Part 6)

The black dragon was as arrogant and cold as ever. “My Ao Su’s child will naturally be raised by me alone. What need is there for outsiders? This is the only time. If there is a next time, I will show no mercy!”

Everyone trembled in fear. But upon hearing the latter half of his words, they lifted their heads in astonishment.

What a colossal joke this was!

An evil dragon who had slaughtered the world ten thousand years ago, who had defied heaven and earth without holding back—was actually capable of showing mercy?

They all looked toward the little milk-dragon lying sprawled on the evil dragon’s face, puffing out soft breaths. Suddenly, it all made sense. Even an evil dragon—powerful and arrogant—could not resist the clumsy, tender comfort of a young hatchling.

Unable to help themselves, they cast grateful glances at the fluffy little dragonling. This adorable little dragon surely had no idea that its tiny gesture had saved countless lives!

The believers silently prayed in their hearts: “Great Goddess Ulari, please allow your devoted followers to change their faith today…”

They had decided—no more changing. They would believe in their little master from now on!

May Lord Dragon Sovereign forgive them for betraying him today, as they prepared to bow their humble heads to their little master instead.

Negotiations between the cultivators and the evil dragon ultimately ended in failure under the dragon’s absolute strength. Between the dragon’s unreasonable tyranny and the presence of the little golden dragon, they finally decided to withdraw from the valley.

It had to be said—this was a failed Dragon-Slaying Assembly, yet by no means a disappointing one. Simply discovering the existence of the little golden dragon was enough to make up for all regrets, even if the evil dragon refused to let them take the noble little golden dragon away.

Several sect masters and elders had thought this through very clearly. With the evil dragon’s pride, since he refused to let others raise his hatchling, he would never hand the little golden dragon over to those bizarre people of the Fantasy Continent either. “Others,” of course, included them—everyone except the evil dragon himself.

And within the valley lay their reliance: the indestructible Dragon-Trapping Formation that had stood firm for ten thousand years. No matter how far beyond expectations the evil dragon’s strength was, he was still trapped within the formation and could not leave Evil Dragon Valley. As long as he remained here, the little golden dragon would certainly remain here as well.

They nodded slightly in the dragon’s direction—whether to the evil dragon or to the glittering, golden little chubby dragon was unclear. Judging by their attitude of avoiding the evil dragon like the plague, shouting about killing him, and their almost reverent friendliness toward the little golden dragon, it was likely the latter.

The cultivators cast one last reluctant look at the little golden dragon lying atop the evil dragon. Their gazes were like those fixed upon a peerless treasure fallen into a thief’s hands—full of regret and longing.

The people of the Fantasy Continent couldn’t help rubbing their arms. The looks in those foolish cultivators’ eyes were enough to make one’s teeth itch—how tempting it was to fight another round!

But with the noble big and little dragons present, they dared not act rashly, and allowed the cultivators to withdraw from the cave in an orderly manner.

Before leaving the valley, several sect masters turned back once more, instructing a few disciples from their respective sects to guard the valley entrance, and began discussing follow-up plans for raising the little golden dragon.

It didn’t matter if the evil dragon wouldn’t let them take the little golden dragon away. At worst, they could send supplies—he could still be raised that way.

The Daoist Sect Master stroked his beard and said, “According to records, divine dragon hatchlings must be fed heavenly and earthly spiritual treasures, and they’re picky eaters. That evil dragon is trapped here, so he surely can’t provide enough. This seat decides that our Daoist Sect will offer three ten-thousand-year immortal ginsengs, one basket of thousand-year spirit fruits, five Wan-Yuan fruits that bear once every five hundred years. In addition, Elder Danfeng will refine some little dragon pills for the young divine dragon to snack on.”

The Sword Immortal Sect Master said, “Our sect may be poor, but we would rather be poor ourselves than let the dragon suffer. We are willing to offer half the stock of our Treasure Pavilion—rare herbs and precious spirit fruits, sparing no expense! We have plenty of powerful sword cultivators. After returning, at worst we’ll just have them take on more missions.”

The Myriad Beast Sect refused to be outdone. “Our Myriad Beast Sect has always lived as one family with all beasts. With the little divine dragon, we’re even more family. Everyone present—who is better at raising beasts than our Myriad Beast Sect?”

The other sect masters: “……Then what exactly does your sect plan to offer to raise the little divine dragon?”

The Myriad Beast Sect disciples straightened their chests. The sect master himself wore a look of pride. “Have you heard that our sect specializes in cultivating immortal grasses loved by divine beasts as snacks and chew toys? We also have beast-nurturing pills adored by all creatures. These are secret arts of our sect—ones even the Pill Sect cannot replicate!”

The Pill Sect Master: “……”

Show off if you must, but why drag us into it?!

The five great sect masters chattered endlessly before finally flicking their sleeves and departing. No matter what, when it came to raising the little divine dragon, none of them were willing to back down!

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By the valley’s water pool.

After the cultivators left, the people of the Fantasy Continent were reluctant to go. They simply sat down by the pool, staring unblinkingly at their little master, every single one of them looking like obsessed creeps.

The dragon happened to glance over, snorted disdainfully, and thought coldly—could these foolish little crawling creatures still be coveting his hatchling?

A day later, several disciples wearing green Daoist robes entered nervously, holding several storage rings. They first sneaked glances at the little chubby dragon lying belly-up on Dragon Dad’s stomach, snoring away. Their eyes shone so brightly they nearly forgot their purpose, standing stiffly by the pool like wooden stakes.

Suddenly, they felt a chill run down their spines.

The black dragon’s (sinister) majestic (evil) gaze fell upon them.

The three inner-disciples of the Daoist Sect immediately dropped to their knees, trembling with fear and filled with regret.

That damned evil dragon was clearly their enemy—yet they had knelt to him?!

Heaven above, they had disgraced their sect! If the sect master found out, they would surely be punished to kneel at the Cliff of Reflection!

“E-evil… Dragon… Dragon Sovereign, sir,” the leading disciple stammered, “the sect master ordered us to deliver food f-for the little divine dragon…”

His sentence came out in fits and starts, his face full of misery. This was too hard—how could delivering a bit of food to the little dragon prince be this difficult?!

Just to see the adorable little dragon once, they had fought desperately with fellow disciples back in the sect to win this chance to deliver food to the milk-dragon prince. And yet here they were, scared half to death, wanting nothing more than to vanish on the spot under the evil dragon’s malicious gaze!

The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became. Could this evil dragon be planning to eat them?

In a daze, they seemed to hear a milky little cheer. A certain little milk-dragon flapped its chubby little meat-wings, struggling valiantly to fly toward them.

With a plop, it fell onto the pool’s surface—only to be caught by the dragon’s tail.

The three disciples looked up, eyes sparkling.

The sect master had been absolutely right. The evil dragon was evil, but the little divine dragon was different—it was righteous! If it weren’t a righteous divine beast sent by the Heavenly Dao to protect them, how could it be so lovable? Just one glance filled their hearts with strength. Even under the evil dragon’s sinister gaze, they dared to straighten their backs just a little.

Then they heard the lazy voice of the evil dragon above them. “Oh? And what else did that little crawling creature say?”

The three disciples froze. They stubbornly refused to acknowledge the fact that their sect master was nothing more than a “little crawling creature” in the dragon’s eyes. After denying it in their hearts, they said, “…The sect master said that according to ancient texts, divine dragon hatchlings require vast amounts of heavenly treasures to grow up healthy…”

“And… and His Highness’s bloodline is pure, having inherited the Ancestral Dragon’s legacy. The power required must be even greater. Th-the valley lacks such things, s-so…”

The dragon flicked his tail, tossing the little chubby dragon back onto himself. “Oh? So your sect master is worried that this sovereign is too poor to raise my child?”

How could the disciples dare admit that? Just hearing this nearly scared them out of their wits. This evil, arrogant dragon was proud beyond measure—how could he allow others to mock him? Yesterday, their sect master had merely mentioned taking the little milk-dragon back to raise, and he had nearly lost his life in Evil Dragon Valley. If they admitted it now, wouldn’t they be dead for sure?

The three disciples shook their heads frantically and blurted out the truth of their hearts.
“We—we simply adore His Highness the dragon. We have n-no other intentions…”

Only then was the dragon satisfied. Still, he wasn’t the kind of dragon to take advantage of little crawling creatures for nothing. His proud and noble dragon dignity would not allow such behavior. Thus, with a tap of his claw, a block of ice emitting a faint blue glow landed before the three disciples.

They looked up in confusion. The dragon sneered. “You got lucky.”

One disciple tentatively reached out to grab the blue ice. The dragon kindly reminded him, “If you don’t want that hand anymore, go ahead and grab it.”

Most astonishing of all—when the three disciples left the cave, that block of blue ice actually followed behind them the entire way, as if it were sentient.

The disciples: “……”

These poorly informed disciples had no idea what the translucent blue ice was. Only when they returned to the sect and reported to the sect master did they finally learn the truth.

The sect master was ecstatic, his face glowing red as he stared at the blue ice. “Where did this come from?!”

“This is a Spirit-Enlightened Profound Ice Core! How could such a thing follow you back?!”

It wasn’t that the sect master looked down on his own disciples—it was just that a Profound Ice Core was far too rare, let alone one that had developed sentience!

Not even ordinary cultivators—only the most heaven-favored geniuses might ever encounter one.

No sect in the cultivation world was known to possess such a thing. The only place with Profound Ice Cores was the Glazed Sea Secret Realm, whose ranking had been raised several levels precisely because of them.

Every time the secret realm opened, all major sects sent elite disciples for one purpose alone—the Profound Ice Core!

A single core the size of half a palm could create an entire cold pool. To put it simply, toss one into an ordinary pool of mortal water, and it would instantly transform into Profound Ice Cold Water.

Soaking in Profound Ice Cold Water could temper a cultivator’s bones, blood, and meridians—far more effective than cleansing pills. Though the process was painful and grueling, if one endured it, their strength would surge by several levels upon leaving the pool.

Cultivation had always been about refining the body before the mind. The body was the vessel of cultivation. Once the vessel was tempered, expanded, and given a solid foundation, the benefits to one’s future path were immeasurable. Some disciples with low potential could even raise their cultivation ceiling and increase their chances of breaking through.

That was why all major sects fought tooth and nail for chances to enter the Glazed Sea Secret Realm—to send their elite disciples to soak in those cold pools.

And now, such a sentient Profound Ice Core had followed a few disciples back to the sect. It was utterly unrealistic. The sect master looked at the three disciples as if they were idiots who didn’t recognize treasure yet had stumbled into absurd good fortune.

The three disciples: “……!”

Trembling, they recounted what had happened in Evil Dragon Valley, utterly incredulous. “Th-the evil dragon actually gave a return gift?”

The sect master’s expression stiffened, then instantly changed.

A return gift my ass! They hadn’t given the evil dragon a gift at all—it was food for the little divine dragon. Food!

“……”

As the three disciples departed, the storage rings were opened by the little milk-dragon’s loyal servants for their little master.

This opportunity had been extremely hard-won. After the people of the Fantasy Continent who refused to leave Evil Dragon Valley fought each other bloody regardless of status, this red-robed archbishop had finally prevailed through sheer strength, earning the chance to feed their little master.