VHBF -Chapter 180 The Evil Dragon Daddy (Part 11)

The cultivators prided themselves on being the righteous path. Naturally, they would never imitate what they saw as the demonic, crooked ways of the so-called Fantasy Continent. Sneaking in illegally was something they simply wouldn’t do. This time, they were coming openly and with great fanfare.

Each major sect selected several thousand elite disciples. Together with members of smaller sects and independent cultivators, the number of people heading to the Fantasy Continent was vast—far from insignificant.

Ahead of time, invitations were formally sent in the name of the Five Great Sects to the Fantasy Continent, delivered directly to Dragon City. The headquarters of all three great churches had already been moved there, so everyone saw the invitation.

The Dark Church’s High Priest sneered. “If they want to come, let them come. Those damn cultivators didn’t get to fight to their hearts’ content last time—this is perfect!”

The Free Church, made up of various non-human races, was led by the Vampire King Duke Clan Leader. He laughed and said, “The Dark Priest is absolutely right. My little bats have been craving these fellows’ blood for a long time.”

He exaggeratedly tilted his head back and sighed, “Who knows why the blood of cultivators—who don’t eat food and only drink water—tastes so delicious!”

The Light Church’s High Priest was far steadier and more concerned about the dragon’s safety. “Ten thousand years ago, Dragon Lord was ambushed by those foul Daoist priests and imprisoned in Evil Dragon Valley. None of us truly know all the entanglements from back then. What I fear most is history repeating itself…”

“They are clearly coming for Dragon Lord and the Little Highness. Whether we respond or not, they will come anyway. In that case, we might as well face them openly. But the most important thing is to protect Dragon Lord and the Little Highness.”

The believers nodded in agreement.

This time, the cultivators had two goals in coming to the Fantasy Continent.

First: eliminate the evil dragon.

Second: take the Little Divine Dragon Highness back to the cultivators’ continent.

Before setting out, they had consulted the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion for a divination. The hexagram showed danger followed by survival—one misstep could lead to total annihilation and catastrophic consequences. But if the right choice were made, there would be danger without disaster, and everyone would be satisfied.

The Pavilion Master looked solemn. “The secrets of heaven are difficult to discern. This hexagram shows that your choices and every action on this journey are of great importance. Whether all ends well depends entirely on a single thought. Remember—watch your words and actions, do not act rashly, and think carefully before making any move.”

The divination left everyone baffled. They were clearly coming with hostile intent—to fight. If it was a fight, how could one avoid taking action?

And what did “right” or “wrong” choices even mean? They had only two objectives: seize the Little Divine Dragon Highness, and if possible, destroy the evil dragon—if not, then forget it for now; there would be time in the future. With goals already fixed, what choice was there to be right or wrong?

Unfortunately, no matter how much they pressed him, the Pavilion Master only shook his head and said he did not know.

Unlike the Eastern Continent, which had four distinct seasons, the Fantasy Continent had only summer and winter—half the year scorching, half the year freezing.

The cultivators arrived in winter. The land was covered in ice and snow; every breath carried biting cold. Ice- and water-element energies were extraordinarily active, filling the surroundings.

This was the happiest season of the year for practitioners of ice or water magic, who could freely draw upon the surrounding magical elements to cultivate and strengthen themselves. Summer was the opposite—beloved by fire mages, but unbearable for those of water and ice.

Snow stretched endlessly in every direction. As far as the eye could see were ice cities. The cultivators circulated spiritual energy to ward off the cold. For those visiting the Fantasy Continent for the first time, everything here felt fresh.

It was nothing like the demonic lair they had imagined. Instead, it was lively and harmonious, no different from cities in the mortal world of the Eastern Continent, brimming with vibrant life.

People of all races lived much like ordinary mortals. The atmosphere was cheerful and warm. They didn’t seem to shut themselves away in cultivation or meditation, nor constantly spar like cultivators did.

Their emotions were vivid and expressive, their lives full of color. All kinds of shops lined the streets—vegetable stalls, magical beast meat vendors, even sweet shops. The trip truly broadened the cultivators’ horizons.

Some of the younger disciples couldn’t help thinking secretly: So this is the stronghold of the demonic path? Why does it look far more interesting than the rigid, unchanging cultivation world?

What they didn’t know was that in the past, all races on the Fantasy Continent were extremely aggressive—brawling and violence were everyday occurrences. But ever since Dragon Lord arrived with the Little Princess—

At first, the people restrained themselves to leave a good impression on the two noble dragon lords, and to avoid frightening the young Highness. They suppressed their urge to fight and tried to be friendly and united.

Over time, however, the people became completely absorbed in “adoring the Little Highness” and forgot their former way of life altogether. Their obsession with doting on the little one actually elevated their quality of life by an entire level.

Believers happily chased after every bit of news about the Little Highness each day. Enemies meeting each other?

“Oh, what a coincidence—you’re also a loyal believer of the Little Highness? That’s wonderful! We’re all family here—why fight? Sit down and chat about today’s Dragon Palace updates instead!”

And so, little by little, every city on the Fantasy Continent transformed. Fights became far less frequent, making governance much easier for the three great churches. Even the prisons had fewer troublemakers.

As for dessert shops—people on the Fantasy Continent used to only love big mouthfuls of meat and alcohol, never bothering with such things. But after hearing that the Little Highness liked sweet foods—cakes and desserts—the once-forgotten pastry chefs rose again. Dessert shops sprang up all over Dragon City, deeply loved by the Little Highness.

Thus, these ordinary foods—useless for cultivation and offering no magical boost—rapidly swept across the continent. Under the Little Highness’s influence, the people came to love these soft, sweet treats as well.

Some older cultivators had visited the Fantasy Continent before. The Daoist Sect’s head was among them—he had traveled here during his training years. Back then, the continent’s security was terrible; one always had to beware of being suddenly attacked for no reason.

But now, seeing the scene before them, it was a complete transformation. This was no barbaric land—it was practically paradise. Such peace and joy couldn’t be faked; they had seen it all along the way.

Of course, due to their opposing stance, the sect master wouldn’t explain this to his disciples. He merely snorted coldly. “Indulgent in pleasure, greedy and undisciplined. We cultivators must restrain our desires and focus on solid cultivation—that is the true path. Such flashy behavior is nothing to fear, nothing to fear!”

The disciples agreed. The liveliness did look appealing—even tempting—but if one indulged in it and let their focus slip, how could they cultivate? No wonder the elders always said the Fantasy Continent was the path of demons!

The soldiers guarding the city gates spotted the various flying artifacts approaching from afar. Instead of attacking, they swiftly informed the city lord and posted an announcement on the Fantasy Continent Forum:

“Attention, attention—the stupid cultivators have arrived!”

Soon, the entire continent knew that those foul Daoist priests had come.

Inside the Dragon Palace—

The chubby little dragon flapped her tiny meaty wings, working hard at flying. She could now maintain flight using her own strength, no longer relying on those unreliable little wings on her back.

The dragon nodded in satisfaction. Though greedy for food, there was no denying it—the little hatchling truly was his. She started clumsy, but once she got going, her progress was fast, her comprehension exceptional. He was very pleased.

The dumpling suddenly pounced midair, transforming into human form and crashing into the dragon, clinging tightly to his neck. “Daddy, am I amazing?”

The dragon stiffened. “…Amazing.”

In this regard, the Eggling really didn’t resemble an arrogant dragon at all—she loved being praised. Of course, she was equally generous with her praise, especially when it came to flattering him. Since courtesy demanded reciprocity, the dragon felt it wasn’t wrong to praise her appropriately.

The little one beamed with a sweet smile, chattering happily.

A servant stepped forward. “Dragon Lord, Little Highness—the three High Priests have arrived at the palace to discuss how to respond to the cultivators’ continent. They are here.”

The plan had been decided long ago and required no further discussion. The dragon said calmly, “Have them all come to Dragon City.”

No one would ever take his hatchling.

Thus, the cultivators received word from the gate guards to proceed directly to Dragon City. Dragon Lord and the three High Priests would receive them. Likewise, all cultivators of the Fantasy Continent would also gather to welcome them—to fight.

After another expansion, Dragon City was enormous. The central plaza alone stretched beyond sight.

On the plaza, the forces of the two continents stood on opposite sides, glaring at each other, ready to strike at any moment.

The dumpling, accompanied by Alice and the maids, remained in the Dragon Palace and did not attend. The cultivators saw only the increasingly unfathomable evil dragon, and not the little golden dragon—leaving them somewhat disappointed.

“Evil dragon Ao Su, where have you hidden the Little Divine Dragon Highness?”

How many times did he have to say it? That was his hatchling, not theirs. He could hide her wherever he wanted—why should he explain himself to them?

With tempers flaring, the dragon grew impatient and struck first, casually sweeping away a group of cultivators. Using only a fraction of his strength, he still sent those closest flying several zhang away, suffering miserably.

The believers and civilians of the three churches erupted in applause!

It was like the opening signal of battle. The more they cheered, the more humiliated the cultivators felt. Since the evil dragon refused to hand over the little golden dragon and had publicly embarrassed them, they had to regain face. The cultivators attacked.

The people of the Fantasy Continent, already itching for a fight, charged in as well. In an instant, Dragon City became a battlefield.

The dragon, however, found himself free. In such chaotic combat, his power was too overwhelming—he would end up attacking indiscriminately.

This time, the cultivators’ continent had brought several sect-guardian ancestors. They flew together toward the evil dragon.

“Evil dragon, prepare to die!”

These ancestors had all reached the Great Ascension stage, standing on the brink of ascension—half a step into immortality, the highest level of power in this realm. Normally, they would never act lightly.

But with the evil dragon’s escape and the matter of the Little Divine Dragon tied to ancestral teachings and continental safety, they emerged from seclusion to intervene.

Both sides deliberately avoided involving the lower-level fighters. The dragon and seven or eight Great Ascension elders rose into the sky to clash.

The dragon reverted to his true form. The black colossal dragon swung his tail, raising massive waves that crashed toward them, carrying terrifying dragon aura and pressure. Even for Great Ascension elders, dealing with it was strenuous.

There was no time to hold back. The elders unleashed all their trump cards, combining their attacks. Yet they still couldn’t harm the evil dragon in the slightest—while several of them were seriously injured.

After several exchanges, their spiritual energy was mostly depleted. If they continued, not only would they gain nothing, they might lose their lives.

They exchanged glances, then looked up at the sky.

The Daoist ancestor spoke gravely, “The moment must not be missed. No more hesitation—activate it!”

He tossed a circular disc bearing a Five Elements Eight Trigrams pattern into the air. The Great Ascension elders poured their spiritual energy into it together. The disc shone brilliantly; black and white alternated before bursting into a blinding light.

A terrifying pressure spread outward from the disc. The dragon sensed danger—but it was too late. The formation had activated; any attack now was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to shake it at all.

Panting, the elders laughed triumphantly. “Ao Su, Ao Su—after ten thousand years of dominance, you still fell into our hands! Ten thousand years ago, the Heavenly Dao and the Venerables could imprison you. Today, we can deal with you just the same!”

The dragon snorted coldly. Searing flames burst from his nostrils and landed on them, eliciting cries of pain. He laughed viciously. “Ten thousand years ago, I didn’t even care about the attacks of hundreds of little crawling insects—let alone the likes of you!”