VHBF -Chapter 177 The Evil Dragon Daddy (Part 8)

The little dumpling had been lying beside the chains, staring at them for a long time without blinking. Then suddenly, her eyes lit up.

The dragon: “……”

The believers likewise couldn’t figure out what their little master was doing. But in their eyes, no matter what the little master did, she was adorable enough to make their hearts melt. Even just staring blankly at the cold, unfeeling dragon-binding chains was enough to make their hearts tremble.

As a proud and powerful dragon—and the father of a young hatchling—Ao Su didn’t particularly want to expose his vulnerability in front of his Eggling. In the arrogant dragon’s heart, as a father, he should be strong and majestic, setting a good example for his child so that she might grow into a great dragon in the future.

If his baby thought her father was trapped by a damned dragon-binding chain, wouldn’t she think the dragon was utterly useless? He didn’t want his wretched state to be seen by the Eggling, so he shifted his body slightly, hiding one end of the chain behind him.

Unexpectedly, the little milk dragon flapped her tiny, chubby wings and followed the movement of the chain, flying straight behind him.

The dragon said in a low voice, “Eggling, you should be studying and practicing spells, not staring at a useless broken rope.”

The dragon did not release his divine sense, so he didn’t know that behind him, the little milk dragon tentatively stretched out her chubby paw and poked the dragon-binding chain. Under the wide-eyed gazes of the believers, the little chubby dragon lifted one end of the chain and brought it to her mouth…

The believers almost screamed. Several of them hurriedly shouted, “Little Master, that’s not something you can eat!”

Heavens! The dragon-binding chain was forged from ten-thousand-year-old Earthcore Dark Iron from the Upper Realm—hard beyond belief. Even mighty experts exhausting all their means couldn’t budge it in the slightest. Moreover, it had been tempered by nine layers of heavenly lightning. It was said to conceal a trace of the power of the laws of heaven and earth, which was why even a powerful evil dragon couldn’t break free from it.

And now that soft, squishy little chubby dragon was stuffing it into her mouth?

Amid the gasps of alarm, before Ao Su could even react, there was a crisp crack—it broke?

The small section of the dragon-binding chain that the little milk dragon had stuffed into her mouth snapped cleanly. She crunched on it with loud ka-ba sounds, and bits of residue even fell from the corners of her mouth onto the ground.

The believers: “……”

After tasting the dragon-binding chain, the dumpling’s eyes lit up. In her heart, she exclaimed to the system, “Uncle System, this rope is really tasty!”

The flavor was just like the strawberry cake she used to love—extremely appealing to her.

She immediately began gnawing on another section of the chain, ka-ba ka-ba, at astonishing speed. By the time Ao Su snapped out of his daze, he had already broken free from the dragon-binding chain—while that very chain had gone straight into his baby’s belly.

Ao Su: “……”

Ao Su lifted his dragon child’s little head and made her open her mouth, carefully inspecting her row of tiny milk teeth. They were neat and intact, not one missing. The dragon-binding chain had long since entered her stomach, without even a speck of residue left.

The believers were first stunned, then burst into cheers. “Dragon Venerable, you can come out now!”

“It was the little master who saved you!”

The believers’ excited cries startled the little dragon. She climbed up along her dragon dad’s arm, burrowed into his sleeve, and hid there, leaving only her little head poking out with an innocent expression.

Ao Su: “……”

He reached out and pulled this timid little hatchling back out, frowning as he pondered—just where exactly had that dragon-binding chain gone?

The believers were equally incredulous. Thinking back to the little master’s hearty appetite these past days and her gluttonous little manner, they suddenly felt that it wasn’t all that surprising for her to chew through the dragon-binding chain after all.

Before the dragon and the believers could come to any conclusion, the little milk dragon being held in the dragon’s hand suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light. The scene was strikingly similar to the day she broke out of her shell.

There was no pillar of light shooting skyward this time, but the cavern was filled with golden radiance, so bright it was impossible to open one’s eyes. The little milk dragon’s body temperature spiked, flames igniting all over her body, forcing Ao Su to let go.

Not long after, a tender, childish dragon’s roar rang out. The flames and golden light vanished abruptly, and standing on the ground was a fair, chubby little dumpling wearing a small bellyband.

The chubby dumpling had two tiny hair buns tied atop her head and was even vainly wearing a delicate little crown—something Ao Su and the others couldn’t quite understand. The system twitched at the corner of its mouth. Just how obsessed was this little one with her crown? She even wore it while transforming.

The dumpling tugged at her bellyband, a little dissatisfied. She had wanted to wear a pretty little dress and appear beautifully before Daddy—so why was she wearing this instead?

But that couldn’t stop her good mood at having transformed. After eating the rope that bound her father, the energy in her body had surged, and she had suddenly gained the ability to transform.

Ao Su and the believers were stunned. The dumpling before them looked about three years old in human terms, exquisitely carved like jade, chubby and soft, with delicate and irresistibly cute features. Even the system was a little dumbfounded. In this other world, the little one reincarnated as a dragon—so why did her transformed appearance look exactly the same as she had in the real world?

Across several worlds of transmigration, the dumpling’s appearance had only been three to five parts similar to her real-world self. In reality, she was even more delicate-looking. It was hard to imagine she had once been an abandoned child living in the slums. Perhaps it was precisely because of her refined and adorable looks that she had been liked by the neighborhood aunties and grandmas and managed to survive until now.

The system frowned in thought. In this world, the dumpling had been reborn as the offspring of an evil dragon, arriving while still inside the egg. And after the dragon clan’s transformation, one’s appearance was tied to the soul itself—perhaps that was why she looked exactly the same as in the real world.

The dumpling’s eyes sparkled as she toddled over on her short little legs and flung herself at the dragon. “Daddy!”

The soft, milky little voice instantly stunned both the dragon and the believers. The dragon stiffened, lowered his head, and looked down. “Eggling, w-what did you call me?”

The dumpling was puzzled, yet still called out sweetly, “Daddy!” Daddy meant Daddy—no problem there! She remembered Uncle System telling her that Daddy was called “father.”

One of the believers trembled. “The—the little master is a g-girl?”

The dragon lowered his head and looked at the little chubby dumpling’s face—big, round, beautiful eyes, a plump little round face, a tiny nose and mouth, that soft voice… and that hair… She really was a girl?

His child wasn’t a robust male dragon, but a soft, squishy little dragon princess.

The arrogant dragon had never even considered that his child might be a girl. He had subconsciously assumed that a dragon as powerful as himself would produce an equally powerful and valiant male dragon…

The Dragon Venerable’s fierce and cold image had likewise misled the believers—they too had assumed the little master was a boy. Everyone present was now completely stunned.

The dumpling didn’t know any of this. She was simply delighted that she could transform and speak, and she called “Daddy” several more times, making the dragon grow increasingly stiff.

After a long while, the dragon said, “Mm. Daddy will take you to pick up treasures.”

The dragon-binding chain had been eaten by the little chubby dragon, and the dragon-trapping formation collapsed on its own. Carrying his baby, the dragon swam down to the bottom of the pool.

A dazzling underwater palace unfolded before the dumpling’s eyes, the ground piled high with glittering gemstones and rare treasures.

This was a hidden trove Ao Su had discovered by chance while trapped here. The gifts he had sent back to the cultivation sects were nothing more than insignificant items he had casually picked from here.

As a dragon, the dumpling naturally inherited a dragon’s love for wealth and shiny things. She cheered and pounced forward, showering her father with flattery, praising how amazing Daddy was and how Daddy had so much money!

Not only that, she sniffed around everywhere in search of treasure, even digging out several peerless rarities from corners the dragon himself had never noticed. Her greedy little baby stirred an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in the dragon’s heart.

He thought, So what if she’s a girl? So what if she’s delicate? If she’s timid, I’ll protect her. If she’s gluttonous, I’ll take her to eat delicacies all over the world.

It was about half a day later when the dragon finally emerged from the bottom of the pool with the little milk dragon. The ten or so spatial rings sent by the cultivators had all been stuffed to the brim by the dumpling. She even had Daddy string them together with a dragon whisker and hang them around her neck as her private stash.

Bluntly speaking, the dumpling was now a wealthy dragoness—richer than all the believers present.

The believers had no idea where the master and little master had gone. They simply assumed the Dragon Venerable had taken the little princess for a few leisurely swims.

Since the dragon was no longer trapped, there was naturally no need to remain here. The believers knelt and pleaded, hoping the Dragon Venerable would take the little master to the Fantasy Continent.

After being trapped for many years, Ao Su only wanted to take his baby traveling around. Making the Fantasy Continent the first stop was fine—he also wanted to see what that land looked like, the one he had once swatted aside with a single claw.

…

Recently, the Cultivation Continent had been unusually lively. After the Dragon-Slaying Assembly ended, rumors spread that a golden little divine dragon had been born in Evil Dragon Valley. With the five great sects taking the lead, many sects sent gifts. Moreover, it was said that several of the sects that delivered gifts had received return gifts from the little dragon’s father—the powerful evil dragon.

A divine beast golden dragon had never before appeared on the continent, and this one was even said to be Ao Su’s bloodline!

Beyond that, people were curious about what return gifts the evil dragon had given. The cultivation world viewed evil dragons as scourges, and over the years, the five great sects had fought on the front lines to eliminate them. For an evil dragon to give return gifts was truly rare.

Yet the five great sects all remained tight-lipped, sparking endless speculation.

Until one day, the Sky Eagle Tower—known as the all-knowing source of worldly affairs—suddenly revealed that an extra pool of Mystic Ice Cold Water had appeared within the Dao Sect. The disciples were overjoyed and even planned to hold this year’s inner sect competition ahead of schedule to select those qualified to temper themselves in the Mystic Ice Cold Water.

Because this return gift was simply too astonishingly precious, the other four sects immediately came knocking, demanding that the Dao Sect open the Mystic Ice Cold Water pool to them as well.

The Dao Sect’s master was naturally displeased and asked, “On what grounds?”

The other four sects took out their own return gifts—(used by the dragon as a footrest) a top-grade cultivation manual, (thrown around by the dragon for fun) a Spirit-Gathering Pearl…

Precious, yes—but they were nowhere near comparable to an entire pool of Mystic Ice Essence!

Everyone had sent gifts—why did the Dao Sect get such a huge benefit while they were left with pitiful scraps?

Originally, receiving any return gift from the evil dragon had already made the sects pleasantly surprised. After all, the hatred accumulated from tens of thousands of years of shouting and killing wasn’t small. Even though they hadn’t intended to curry favor with the evil dragon, everything had been for the sake of the little golden dragon.

But now, realizing the benefits had gone to someone else, the other sects immediately felt unbalanced.

When the dragon had casually handed out return gifts, he hadn’t thought this far ahead. The first time the Dao Sect came bearing gifts, he casually gave them a piece of mystic ice for the sake of the little hatchling’s liking. By the second and third times, he grew impatient. These little crawling creatures—so eager to give gifts—must harbor ill intentions. So he became even more perfunctory with his return gifts, tossing out whatever he grabbed. He never imagined this would spark internal strife among the sects, leading to competition and contention.

After word spread that the Dao Sect had obtained Mystic Ice Essence, more and more people came to Evil Dragon Valley, hoping to see the evil dragon and the precious little golden dragon with their own eyes.

What awaited them, however, was an empty valley. The dragon was gone, and the valley stood deserted.