VHBF -Chapter 185 The Evil Dragon Daddy (Extra 1)

Dumpling performed all the spells she had learned from Alice—blowing bubbles, flying around, and all kinds of little tricks. She even demonstrated the move her dad had taught her, Divine Dragon Swinging Its Tail. After that, she landed on the ground, planted her little chubby hands on her hips, lifted her tiny chin, and said proudly, “So? Yinyin didn’t lie to you, right?”

Even though the little chubby dragon’s movements were extremely clumsy, the boy still kindly nodded.

Dumpling immediately started to swagger, lifting her head as she boasted, “Yinyin is super amazing! If you call me ‘Master,’ I’ll teach you—guaranteed learning, guaranteed mastery!”

The boy glanced at Dumpling, who was half a finger shorter than him, and hesitated.
“Become… a disciple?”

Dumpling clasped her little hands behind her back and paced in place. Her delicate, chubby face looked completely matter-of-fact. “Yes, becoming a disciple! Alice and the Saintess Sister are both my masters. Only very powerful people can be masters!”

The boy looked at Dumpling’s short, round, chubby figure and asked suspiciously, “Then… are you also very powerful?”

Dumpling puffed out her cheeks and said proudly, “Of course I am! Yinyin is the second most powerful!”

“Anyway—anyway, I’m stronger than you, that’s for sure!”

The boy lowered his head. “You’re right. You’re stronger than someone like me who doesn’t remember anything at all…”

After hesitating for a moment, he softly called out, “Master.”

Dumpling’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands and answered excitedly, “Hey! From now on, Yinyin is your master! Yinyin will protect you!”

Then she remembered that the boy didn’t remember anything and asked, “Then what should I call you?”

This question stumped both little chubby dumplings. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, until Dumpling finally clapped her hands.

“Yinyin will give you a name, okay?”

The boy nodded.

For Dumpling—who had little education and an extremely limited vocabulary—naming someone was a huge challenge. She propped up her chubby cheeks, wracked her brains, and said, “Let’s call you… let’s call you…”

“You’re so good-looking—how about Meimei?”

The boy’s face darkened.

Dumpling scratched her little head and also felt it was a terrible idea. Meimei sounded like a girl’s name—no good.

She let out a hehe and came up with a new suggestion. “Then how about… Baibai!”

“You’re so fair and so good-looking—you must be a little white dragon!”

A dragon?

The boy looked at her steadily and agreed.

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Dumpling was not a good master. Limited by her short, chubby body and poor ability to explain things, her teaching movements were extremely clumsy. If one were to score her teaching, getting two points out of ten would already be generous—purely out of consideration that although Dumpling was clumsy, she was very conscientious and extremely adorable.

But even though the little master was unreliable, the boy learned everything at once. His talent was astonishing—his movements were even more precise than Dumpling’s, and his attacks were incredibly fast. Compared to Dumpling’s clumsiness, every move and gesture he made carried a unique rhythm.

The young Dumpling’s eyes widened, sparkling as she watched him, and she exclaimed, “You—you’re so amazing!”

In Dumpling’s view, anyone stronger than her was incredibly powerful.

She shook the boy’s arm, her face full of admiration. “Baibai, why are your bubbles bigger than mine, and why do you fly faster and higher? Hurry up and teach me!”

Dumpling completely forgot that she had just been the master. Without the slightest pause, she switched roles and started acknowledging him as her teacher.

Boy: “……”

The boy lowered his eyes. His gaze fell on the arm wrapped tightly by the little chubby hand. In some distant, blurry memories, it seemed that no one had ever been this close to him before.

After a moment of silence, the boy said, “…Okay.”

The young Dumpling only felt that Baibai learned exceptionally well—he was incredibly smart and capable. But she did not realize that within his every movement and technique lay the unique rhythm of the laws of heaven and earth. Thus, even the simplest little spells, when performed by him, appeared perfectly natural and fundamentally different from those of others.

Because he himself was heaven and earth. He himself was the law.

All things in the world evolve from the laws of heaven and earth—born of heaven and earth, bound by heaven and earth. Cultivation is no exception.

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The Dragon Palace, lavishly decorated by the cultivators, was utterly quiet.

Outside the Dragon Palace, however, a vast crowd of cultivators had gathered—both human cultivators and practitioners of various races from the Fantasy Continent.

Meanwhile, the leaders were all waiting anxiously in the reception hall inside the Dragon Palace.

The three great sect leaders and Alice, on the other hand, appeared much more at ease.

Alice, her nails painted pink, said impatiently, “I say, everyone—could you please stop pacing around here?”

“What’s wrong with my dear little Highness sleeping a few extra days? If it weren’t for the little Highness eating all that lightning, if it weren’t for the little Highness helping Lord Dragon, do you really think you could’ve protected this continent if something had gone wrong here? You’d have been eaten by those sea demons long ago!”

“Oh, the Goddess Ularri is right. Those stupid, stinking Daoists are all brawn and no brains—no sense of gratitude at all! Hmph!”

Several old ancestors and sect masters were nearly driven into myocardial infarctions by this young woman. This was going too far!

They wanted to lash out, but forcibly stopped themselves, swallowing the anger back down. Their faces turned beet red, without the slightest hint of the dignified bearing of enlightened masters.

This was the Dragon Palace—Lord Dragon’s territory. Lord Dragon had explicitly said that the little Highness must not be disturbed while resting. If they made any noise here, how would they explain it to Lord Dragon?

Not to mention the possibility of being expelled or punished by Lord Dragon—even without that, they had no face to make trouble.

For ten thousand years, they had been deceived and misled by the sea demons’ schemes. Everything they had done during those ten thousand years filled them with guilt. They dared not act presumptuously before Lord Dragon. When people feel guilty, they can never act with righteous confidence.

Alice snorted. “A bunch of idiots!”

The Dark Sect Leader added leisurely, stabbing the knife deeper: “To be frank with you all, a wizard once spent time and cultivation to divine your intelligence. Unfortunately, the results showed that your IQs are… somewhat lacking.”

He shrugged. “Spending over ten thousand years doing the wrong things is only to be expected. After all—with your level of intelligence—not directly destroying the continent already counts as heaven blessing you.”

The Light Sect Leader paused, then stood up and hurried toward the exit, his back disappearing quickly.

The Dark Sect Leader called out, “Descendant of the God of Light, the great Lord Gagude—where are you going?”

The Light Church’s leader spoke up, “I’ll go find a wizard and ask him to divine and pray for the Little Highness.”

“Good idea—I’ll go too! Gagud, wait for me!”

“Lady Alice, forgive my bluntness, but you are a lady. Please mind your language.”

“Could it be that you’ve forgotten you’re the Little Highness’s wet nurse? Are you trying to set a bad example for the Little Highness?”

Alice: “……Move!”

Get moving!

The dragon transformed into a smaller version of his true form, circling inside the Dragon Palace bedchamber, keeping watch by the bedside every moment.

An attendant came to report, “Your Excellency, the Dragon Sovereign—the Light Church’s leader and the others have come to report. The wizard has divined for the Little Highness and has obtained a result.”

The dragon opened his eyes. He recalled that when this group had gone to the Evil Dragon Valley to look for him, they had also said a wizard had divined that he had a hatchling.

After thinking it over, Ao Su agreed.

“Your Excellency, this is Wizard Mulago.”

The middle-aged man in a black cloak stepped forward and bowed respectfully. “According to the god’s guidance, the Little Highness is affected by an external force and is not within the Dragon Palace.”

A Daoist elder interjected, “Is this a soul separation?”

Mulago: “…In the terms of the cultivation continent, yes.”

“Please rest assured, Your Excellency,” he continued. “The Goddess Ulari has indicated that the Little Highness will return very soon, only…”

The dragon frowned. “Only what?”

“There’s something odd. The Little Highness doesn’t seem to be alone.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a babyish voice came from the doorway of the meeting room: “Daddy! Daddy! Yinyin is back!”

Everyone looked up.

There stood a pink, chubby little dumpling—their beautiful, adorable Little Highness—wearing a pink little dress, holding the hand of another dumpling.

The boy was about the same age as the Little Highness, just a little taller. With red lips, white teeth, and delicate features, he kept a straight little face. He inexplicably gave off an air of nobility and gravity, carrying a hint of authority.

It was hard to imagine seeing such a presence in a three- or four-year-old child, yet the same words rose in everyone’s minds at once.

Ao Su paused, swept his gaze over the boy’s head, then walked over and picked up his own child. “Awake?”

The little dumpling immediately hooked her arms around her dad’s neck, planted a loud kiss on his chin, and nuzzled him affectionately. “Awake, awake! Yinyin even brought a good friend!”

She wriggled down, took the boy’s hand, stood before everyone, and lifted their joined hands high. “His name is Baibai. He’s Yinyin’s good friend.”

“Daddy, Mama Alice, and the black-black shiny Church-leader uncles—Baibai is amazing! The spells you taught Yinyin, he learned them all at once!”

Everyone looked down. The boy kept his face taut, took a small step back, and hid behind the dumpling.

Ao Su, however, reached out and plucked the boy out, lifting him in one hand. He snorted coldly. “Of course he learns fast. The rules of heaven and earth are his incarnation—aren’t they, Heavenly Dao?”

For an instant, the boy’s eyes cleared—deep and authoritative—then turned confused again. A blush crept over his beautiful, delicate face as he dangled in midair, looking rather embarrassed.

He said, “P-Please… put me down.”

Seeing her little companion being held up by her dad, the dumpling widened her eyes and rushed over to hug her father’s leg. “Daddy, put my friend down!”

“Baibai is very good! He’s smart, very capable, and very well-behaved. You’re not allowed to bully him!”

Ao Su’s throat tightened. That little broken Heavenly Dao dared to pretend to be young and deceive his child—he even held his child’s hand?

The dragon completely ignored the fact that it was clearly his own daughter who had been holding onto the other’s hand the whole time, and it was also his own daughter who had enthusiastically brought him here!

The dumpling wasn’t sensitive to things like the Heavenly Dao and didn’t understand; she only cared that her little companion was being bullied by her dad. But the others were different. At this moment, anything related to the Little Highness, anything involving the words “Heavenly Dao,” had become a nerve-jangling sensitive point.

Everyone stared at the boy in the Dragon Sovereign’s hand in disbelief. “Th-This… this is the Heavenly Dao?”

“Little Highness, where did you bring him from?”

Several people hurried forward to ask. The dumpling, always considerate toward these elders who treated her well, thought for a moment and said, “Yinyin has known Baibai for several days. When I woke up, Baibai was already by my side.”

The dumpling couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality, but her words were easy enough to understand. With a little thought, it became clear: it must be because the Little Highness had swallowed the Heavenly Dao. Other things could be converted into her own energy, but only the Heavenly Dao could not. Thus, after the soul separation, she likely encountered the Heavenly Dao within her sea of consciousness.

And this Heavenly Dao still looked muddle-headed—presumably not yet restored to normal, still a lump of chaos without memories.

Once they understood this, everyone hurried to stop the Dragon Sovereign. Joking aside—this was the Heavenly Dao, not an ordinary child. Could he be treated like this?

What if one day the Heavenly Dao remembered, felt his dignity had been damaged, felt violated, and became unhappy? Would he have another fight with the Dragon Sovereign?

Heavens—the Huan Yuan Continent could no longer withstand such a battle.

Ten thousand years ago it had split into two continents. If they fought again, those two might split into four or five.

The boy was set down. He shifted his feet and stood beside the dumpling. When no one was watching, his face flushed, and he pressed his lips close to her ear, whispering softly, “Yinyin, y-your father seems to… dislike me?”

Over these past days, the dumpling had boasted about her father to the boy hundreds of times—how powerful he was, how good he was. The boy had subconsciously believed that, aside from the dumpling, the best person in the world must surely be her father. He hadn’t expected the first meeting to be like this…

When the Little Highness had been sleeping without waking and the Heavenly Dao hadn’t been found, everyone had been anxious. Now that they had found the Heavenly Dao himself, they were still anxious—so anxious they were nearly catching fire.

The Heavenly Dao was currently still as ignorant as an ordinary young child. How to restore his memories and return him to normal had become the most difficult problem before them.

They interrogated those sea demons over and over again, and the result was: no solution.

The Heavenly Dao had been trapped for too long. Soon after his birth, he had been seized by chaotic consciousness. His intelligence truly was that of a three-year-old child now. Moreover, that demonic general was dead, and the divine artifact had been swallowed in one bite by the little milk dragon. It truly was unsolvable.

Even the greatest physicians and elixirs that could save tens of thousands could not save the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao was the incarnation of the rules of all things in heaven and earth, governing all creation—how could mortals possibly cure him?

In the end, everyone pooled their ideas. Wizard Mulago offered a suggestion: “I’ve heard that the Little Highness possesses a healing ability that doesn’t require incantations. Why not let the Little Highness try?”

“We’ve never seen such an ability before. Perhaps it could be a way to break the deadlock.”

The shaman burned a drop of heart’s blood and divined: “The hexagram shows that everything should follow its natural course.”

Naturally, he neither had the ability nor the courage to divine the Heavenly Dao itself. Instead, he divined the Little Highness. At present, the Little Highness was inseparable from this young Heavenly Dao, their relationship extremely close. Divining the Little Highness might reveal something.

Since the result was to let things take their natural course, there could be no artificial interference. Everyone could only suppress their anxiety, go about their own affairs, and wait patiently.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

Ao Su wore a dark expression every single day. To describe him as “furious” would be too damaging to the dignity befitting a Dragon Venerable, but in the attendants’ eyes, His Excellency the Dragon Venerable had been no different from an erupting fire dragon during this period.

They passed by him with extreme caution—no one dared to speak, no one dared mention the Little Highness, and even less dared mention that honored little guest.

Ao Su asked, “Where is the Little Highness?”

The attendant passing by looked miserable. Why hadn’t he walked a little faster just now? Every day, His Excellency the Dragon Venerable asked several times—this was far too hard on them attendants.

If not for how unbearably cute the Little Highness was, and the fact that as devout believers they needed to rely on “absorbing the cub” to sustain their lives, they would really want to resign.

The attendant bent low and bowed. “Reporting to Your Excellency the Dragon Venerable, the Little Highness is playing in the West Palace garden. Lady Alice just delivered a few pots of sunflowers…”

“With whom?”

A thousand crows flew across the attendant’s mind. He forced a smile and said, “As you wished—together with the honored little white guest.”

The man snorted coldly and vanished like a gust of wind.

The attendant knocked over by the dragon whirlwind struggled up from the ground, grumbling. His Excellency the Dragon Venerable was getting more and more irritable!

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[Extra]

Staying by Yinyin’s side every day—accompanying her as she learned spells, exploring and playing everywhere, even learning to kick shuttlecocks and fold flowers…

The boy would always vaguely recall something. He often felt that every flower, blade of grass, tree, and bird outside the window was calling to him. The passing wind felt like a reminder that he should remember something. It seemed he bore an unforgettably heavy responsibility.

Another month passed.

At last, the boy remembered. He was the incarnation of heaven and earth, the embodiment of all things. He guarded this realm, sheltering the people. He had failed in his duty. Later, he had made a deal with some otherworldly existence, hoping that someone could come help him break the deadlock.

The boy looked at the pink dumpling beside him, exhausted from play, sprawled on the grass with limbs splayed, sleeping soundly.

Was this innocent, naive, world-unaware little cub the help that otherworldly being had summoned for him?

【You’re so fair and good-looking—how about I call you Bai Bai from now on?】

【From now on, Yin Yin will be your master. Yin Yin will protect you!】

【My daddy is super amazing—he’s a dragon. Yin Yin is a dragon too.】

【It’s okay if you don’t remember. From now on, you can be a dragon too!】

The boy sat cross-legged, brows furrowed in thought.

Suddenly, blinding golden light spread across heaven and earth. An overwhelming pressure radiated outward from the boy. Miraculously, this pressure did not harm anyone—on the contrary, the flowers, grass, and trees around him shot upward at once, blooming and bearing fruit, releasing waves of exotic fragrance.

It was as if Buddhist chants filled the air, or celestial music descended. Everyone looked up at the sky, frozen in place.

Cultivators suddenly felt a stirring in their hearts. Looking to the heavens, hot tears fell from the corners of their eyes—the Heavenly Dao had returned!

Ao Su appeared at some unknown moment. He picked up the sleeping little cub and looked at the young Heavenly Dao. “You’ve recovered?”

The boy’s features suddenly blurred, impossible to discern. A noble, formless voice rang out: “I must return to my proper position. Dragon Clan’s Ao Su…”

“Thank you.”

The boy turned back to look once more at the dumpling in the dragon’s arms, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Golden light flared across heaven and earth. The boy vanished from where he stood. After a moment, the world returned to normal.

Everyone took a deep breath, clearly sensing that the surrounding spiritual energy was growing denser, that all things seemed to be regaining vitality.

The Imperial Preceptor of the mortal realm gazed at the sky and exclaimed, “Th-this is an omen of a prosperous age!”

The Dao Sect’s sect master closed his eyes, tears sliding down from the corners. “Heaven and earth are reviving. The grand cultivation era of ten thousand years ago will reappear. This should have been the perfect time to pursue the Great Dao—yet we allowed selfish desires to blind us, misunderstood the Venerable One, and struck him down with ruthless hands. Now our spiritual platforms are clouded, inner demons accompany us. This is punishment—punishment!”

“Master…”

“No need to say more. Issue the sect decree: the entire sect will enter seclusion. Before cultivating power, cultivate the heart. Go and pass on the order.”

“Yes, Master.”

A few days later, astonishing news spread through the cultivation world: the mountain-guarding ancestor of an obscure little sect had ascended!

This sect’s ancestor had once been an outer disciple with mediocre talent and mixed spiritual roots, yet he cultivated with exceptional diligence and had fairly good fortune. When young, he trained hard and encountered opportunities, advancing step by step. Now at the Great Ascension stage, he was also an ancient monster who had lived ten thousand years.

He had remained in seclusion for ten thousand years, never leaving, never involving himself in worldly affairs—so low-key that the continent had never heard of him.

Before his lifespan was exhausted, he had unexpectedly waited until heaven and earth returned to normal and the ascension passage reopened. Seizing this chance, he accumulated strength over time and finally ascended!

Upon hearing this, several ancestors of the five great sects shook their heads and sighed—sighing at themselves. They deserved it! Even now that heaven and earth had recovered, they could no longer ascend.

Cultivation was meant to be single-minded, undisturbed by external things. Yet they had harbored too many distractions, committing a grave taboo. Now their spiritual platforms trembled on the brink, inner demons troubling them constantly. If they could not break through those inner demons, their cultivation would likely halt here.

Later, it was said that the five great sects jointly issued cultivation guidelines. The very first lines read: “Those who cultivate must be diligent, must be clear-minded, must be discerning, and must not be disturbed by external things.”

In the Dao Sect’s introductory class for new disciples that year, a white-bearded old Daoist earnestly instructed them: “Respecting senior experts is right, but remember—do not blindly follow words simply because they come from the strong. How do you know even great experts never make mistakes? Only by holding fast to one’s original intent can the path of cultivation be walked far. Our cultivation is, after all, a path of contending with heaven for fate… Little ones, remember this well.”

“Master, Master, is this because the seniors misunderstood His Excellency the Dragon Venerable and hunted him down for ten thousand years?”

The white-bearded old Daoist flushed red, yet did not deny it. “Y-yes… I suppose so.”

The disciples’ faces lit with admiration. “His Excellency the Dragon Venerable is amazing! He led the Little Divine Dragon Highness to save our entire continent, drove away the foreign sea demons, and even saved the Heavenly Dao! That’s why we can cultivate here!”

“Right! My dad said our family enshrines the Dragon Venerable’s statue at all times, praying that he be blessed with boundless fortune…”

“Nonsense. A great divine dragon is of course blessed with boundless fortune. Even if your entire clan were wiped out, His Excellency the Dragon Venerable would still be young, handsome, and powerful.”

“My mom said she wants to apply to the Dragon Palace to be a wet nurse. She doesn’t know if she’ll be accepted—she’s a Great Ascension cultivator too, specializes in ice techniques. I wonder if the Little Highness would like her.”

“My dad said our clan is preparing travel funds to send me to the Fantasy Continent for a while. Even if I could just be a runner by the Little Highness’s side, that’d be great.”

“Bah! You little brat—harboring ulterior motives toward the Little Dragon Highness, aren’t you?!”

“…Ah! Master, save me! They’re going to kill someone!”

Ao Su ascended together with his cub.

Although he did not want to ascend—he did not wish to see those greedy, cowardly members of his own clan—

Yet faced with the little dragon cub’s powerful curiosity, the dragon compromised and ascended with the egg cub before the eyes of all.

That day, people from the entire continent came. The believers of the Fantasy Continent cried their eyes out, making vows to cultivate diligently so they could ascend as soon as possible to follow the Little Highness!

The younger generation of cultivators shyly refrained from saying it aloud—they too would work hard at cultivation, so that one day, after ascending, they could serve as runners by the Little Dragon Highness’s side.

The topic strayed a bit.

Back to the great Dragon Venerable.

The proud, handsome great dragon ascended with his cub.

But in the Ascension Pool, only he appeared. Looking around, there was no trace at all of the little egg cub’s aura.

Ao Su was momentarily at a loss. The dragon elders who came to receive the dragon father and daughter asked, “Venerable Ao Su, we heard the Little Highness also came? Where is she?”

Ao Su searched the Upper Realm, turning it upside down, yet could not find his egg cub. Later, he forcibly opened the barrier and went back down to search.

But between heaven and earth, there was no longer any trace of the egg cub’s aura.

Just when the dragon had searched both realms, nearly overturned heaven and earth, and gone from a handsome, dashing dragon to an irritable, disheveled one—

The Heavenly Dao appeared.

A distant voice sounded within the dragon’s sea of consciousness: “Ao Su, I know where she is.”