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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Will Mother not see us?”

n‘Ao Longyu, who was waiting outside, hugged her egg son worriedly.

nJiang Lan shook his head slightly.

n“Not to that extent.”

nHis Senior Sister’s mother never acknowledged her Senior Sister. In other words, in her eyes, there was no mother-daughter relationship between them.

nIn the past, she could refuse to meet him at will, especially when they were in the Dragon Race.

nBut now, they were not only in Kunlun, they were no longer the same people they were hundreds of years ago.

nBecause their identity had been exposed during the great calamity, his Senior Sister’s mother did not dare to reject the two of them.

nOnly Martial Aunt Zhu Qing still dared to stop Xiao Yu from entering her secret room because Xiao Yu had stolen something previously.

nShe was worried that with a Heavenly Venerable husband, things would become worse.

n“But…” Jiang Lan hesitated for a moment.

n“It’s hard to say when we make that request.”

n“Darling, it has nothing to do with me.” Ao Longyu immediately cut off all ties.

n‘Ao Longyu did not dare to act impudently in front of her mother.

n‘There were some things that she could only ask Jiang Lan to help her bring up.

nJiang Lan: “…”

nHe didn’t know why he had to accompany this dragon to cause trouble. He didn’t know if it would end well.

nLogically speaking, it shouldn’t be a big deal. In reality, it depended on these people’s reactions.

nAfter a while.

nSomeone came out to invite them in.

nThe moment he entered, he saw Ran Jing and Ao Shishi walking out to welcome him.

n“Mother.” Ao Longyu lowered her head in greeting.

nJiang Lan was the same as Xiao Yu. He lowered his head and greeted her.

n“Is this your child?” Ran Jing greeted Jiang Lan before turning to look at the egg son in Ao Longyu’s hand.

nRaising an egg was different from raising a vegetative egg. The vegetative egg had no reaction at all.

nHe just needed to water the vegetative egg once in a while wheras if he ignored his egg son for a long time, the egg would lose his temper and flicker non-stop.

nOccasionally, he would play with Ao Man and the others.

n“Yes, he’s not out yet.” Ao Longyu took a few steps forward and showed her egg son to her mother.

nAo Shishi was flustered and helpless.

nShe was worried that the person in front of her was so polite.

nThere were not many people in the entire Grand Desolate World who could make the person in front of them be polite.

nShe felt honored to be able to see it.

n“Come in first.” Ran Jing nudged her grandson a few times and was somewhat surprised that he would respond.

nAmoment later.

nJiang Lan and Ao Longyu sat on the seats while Ran Jing and Ao Shishi sat opposite them.

n‘The egg son was placed on the table. Every time someone touched it, it would show a response.

nThe egg seemed happy.

nAfter chatting for a while, Ran Jing looked at Jiang Lan and Ao Longyu and said.

n“Is there something you need?”

n‘Ao Shishi looked at Jiang Lan nervously. She hoped that Jiang Lan would say no.

nHowever, things did not go as planned.

nJiang Lan nodded and answered truthfully.

n“There are indeed some things I want to ask the Dragon Race.”

n‘The Dragon Race.

nNot to mention Ao Shishi, even Ran Jing was concerned.

n‘Ao Longyu lowered her brows, not daring to look at her mother.

n“Please elaborate.” Ran Jing quickly regained her composure.

nAo Shishi’s breathing slowed down by half a beat as she waited for the result.

nThe other party’s serious expression made Jiang Lan a bit speechless. However, his Senior Sister’s head was still lowered, so he could only brace himself and say.

n“The Eighth Prince is not young. I wonder if the Dragon Race has any plans to find a marriage partner for him?”

nThe sudden question surprised Ran Jing.

n‘Ao Shishi was also perplexed. Was the other party referring to the Eighth Prince?

nSoon, they had a premonition that Jiang Lan was going to interfere with the selection of the Eighth Prince’s wife.

n“We still have yet to find someone for him.

nThinking about it carefully, Ao Man is indeed not young anymore. We should find a marriage for him.

nDo you have anyone suitable?” Ran Jing asked.

n‘Ao Longyu hurriedly raised her head, but when she saw her mother’s face, she lowered her head silently, not daring to voice her thoughts.

n“There is indeed a candidate.” Jiang Lan spoke directly. Under the puzzled gazes of Ran Jing and Ao Shishi, he continued.

n“You two should know the person as well.

nIt was the girl from the Qilin Race who often appeared in the inn, Yan Xiyun.

nI wonder if it’s suitable?”

nTheir expression changed upon hearing the name.

nThey did not react for a moment.

nSeeing that they didn’t agree, Jiang Lan just waited quietly.

n‘Ao Longyu stole a glance at her mother, but she did not receive anything from her.

nAfter calming down for a while, Ran Jing spoke first.

n“It’s indeed suitable.”

nAo Shishi opened his mouth but hesitated. It was not suitable at all.

nWith that said, Ran Jing added, “However, it’s not easy.”

n“Do the dragons have any difficulties?” Jiang Lan asked softly.

nHis words were polite, but his identity meant that no one could refuse him.

nRan Jing shook her head and explained.

n“It’s not that the Dragon Race has difficulties, but the Qilin Race might not agree.

nI might need you to make a trip to their side. They should be coming over in a few days.”

n“alright.” Jiang Lan nodded.

n“When they come, I’ll go over immediately. At that time, I’ll send the news over immediately.

nIt will put your hearts at ease.”

n“That’s good.” Ran Jing smiled.

nAfter playing with the egg on the table for a while longer, she sent Jiang Lan and his wife away.

nAfter the two left, Ao Shishi whispered.

n“How can the Eighth Prince marry Yan Xiyun?

nShe’s the beloved daughter of the earth. Their bloodlines are at the same level.

nAt that time, the Dragon Race would not be able to inherit the bloodline of Ao Man. The Qilin Race would also lose the bloodline of the Earth Maiden.

nThis is a lose-lose situation.”

n“Then should I reject it?” asked Ran Jing.

n‘Ao Shishi suddenly stopped.

nReject?

nIt had to be known that the other party was a Heavenly Venerable who had surpassed the Grand Desolate World. Who would dare to refuse him?

nEven the Heavenly Dao could not go against his will. His thoughts could even decide the direction of the world.

nEven if he did not think that the Dragon Race was insensible, as long as he had a thought, the entire Dragon Race might not be able to withstand it.

nInstead, if they made him feel that if the Dragon Race understood the situation, it would be much easier for the Dragon Race to continue living a good life.

nWho in the entire Grand Desolate World would dare to reject the number one sage of Kunlun?

nWho could refuse?

n“There will be other substitutes for everything. It’s not a big deal. The Qilin Race will also agree.

n‘We will just tacitly agree to this. Besides, they had stayed here for a long time.

nTheir releationship with the Heavenly Venerable might make it not necessarily a bad thing either,” said Ran Jing calmly.

nShe had already thought of everything and weighed the pros and cons.

nIt was not a big deal.

nAo Shishi nodded. That was indeed the case. Although it was a pity, it did not affect the foundations of the Dragon Race.

nThe Eight Prince could pass the Dragon Saber Art to others.

nIt was very troublesome and there might not be a candidate, but this would have to wait a long time before everything could be decided.

n‘As long as the Eighth Prince was not old, there was no need to worry about this.

nThey would stall for time now.

n“Does Mother really think it’s suitable?”

nAfter leaving, Ao Longyu asked Jiang Lan.

n“It’s probably fake.” Jiang Lan shook his head.

nThe Dragon Race definitely did not want the Eighth Prince to marry Yan Xiyun of the Qilin Race.

nThere was no benefit from doing so.

nOne was in the land, while the other was in the sea. They were in completely different fields. There was no need for them to cooperate.

n“Will Mother think I’m deliberately causing trouble?” asked Ao Longyu.

nAren’t you doing exactly that? Jiang Lan asked in his heart.

nHowever, this dragon had never known its limits.

nIf others felt that it was not good, they would consider it from the perspective of their race, while Xiao Yu would decide the marriage from a personal perspective.

nThere was no benefit to the Dragon Race and the Qilin Race at all.

n‘There was no harm to the Eighth Prince and Yan Xiyun, but they were still young.

nThere would definitely be complaints.

nBut it was nothing.

nHe and Xiao Yu had also lived like this. It was pretty good.

n“Senior Sister will go tell the Qilin Race about this matter,” Jiang Lan said.

n“Yes, Junior Brother, remember to stand behind me.” Ao Longyu cheered herself on.

nDuring these few days, they did not do anything and lived a peaceful life in the Ninth Summit.

nOccasionally, people from the Fifth and First Summits would come to learn about array formations.

nNo one would come to the peach blossom forest.

nSometimes, Xiao Yu would abandon her egg son and chat with Lin Siya.

nShe was basically learning some strange knowledge.

nJiang Lan could feel it every time.

nOne day, Jiang Lan used the wooden sword to poke his egg son. He discovered that it was so scared that it wanted to cry.

nThis made him curious. If his Senior Sister wasn’t afraid of the wooden sword, why was his egg son afraid?

nEspecially since his egg son should have half of a human’s bloodline. He could clearly feel that his egg son was not a pure dragon, but a pure human.

nThere was no reason for it to be afraid. Could it be… that this behavior was happiness?

nAfter waving it a few more times, Jiang Lan realized that after changing his mindset, he felt that he was playing very happily with his egg son.

nHe held the wooden sword and stabbed out, the egg light suddenly becoming long and bright.

nJiang Lan slowly withdrew the wooden sword and stood up, intending to give it a few more strikes. However, just as he brandished it, he suddenly felt an aura appear from below the mountain.

nUnexpectedly, the wooden sword slowly fell, almost touching the egg’s son.

nJust an inch.

nAt this moment, the egg’s son suddenly lit up and then died.

nDong dong!

nHe knocked on the eggshell twice, but there was no reaction.

nLooking at the wooden sword, Jiang Lan felt that he might have misunderstood. Perhaps he wasn’t happy just now.

nPutting away the wooden sword, he turned around and walked out.

nIn the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared on the spot, and so did his egg son.

nAt the old wine tavern.

nThe youth was cleaning when there was a knock on the door.

nDong dong!

nAyoung man in white stood calmly at the door.

nSeeing the youth tum his head, he said politely.

n“Is there a guest room in the inn?”

n‘The young man immediately perked up and looked at the young man in disbelief.

nHong Ya walked in from the backyard and was surprised to see the youth standing there. She looked at the door in shock.

n“Yes, yes.” The youth exhaled and replied.

n“But isn’t a big figure like you going to Kunlun?”

nIt was Heavenly Human Yunxiao.

n“Tm only here to take this chance to take a look at Kunlun.

nThave come uninvited and can only stay at the inn.” Heavenly Human Yunxiao came to the counter and asked.

n“Do you collect silver or spirit stones here?”

n“Spirit stones,” the youth answered as he came to the counter.

n“How many spirit stones did you need for a night?” Heavenly Human Yunxiao remained expressionless, his voice surprisingly calm.

nBut it did not make anyone feel uncomfortable.

nIt was as if he was compatible with the heavens and earth.

n“Three spirit stones per night.” The youth charged according to the rules.

n“alright, I’ll pay for it on a per day basis.” As he spoke, he placed down three spirit stones on the counter.

nAt that moment, an egg suddenly appeared on the counter, followed by a figure.

nIt was Jiang Lan.

nJust now, he felt a sage approaching him to take a look.

nIt was indeed the Heavenly Human Race’s Heavenly Human Yunxiao.

n“Greetings, Heavenly Venerable.” Heavenly Human Yunxiao lowered his head and said politely.

nRegardless of cultivation or seniority, when one saw Heavenly Venerable Lun Ling, bowing was inevitable.

nJiang Lan nodded slightly and said.

n“Are you here for my master’s wedding?”

n“Yes, but not entirely,” Heavenly Human Yunxiao said softly.

n“The wedding only gave me a chance. I came to take a look at Kunlun and also to see you, Heavenly Venerable.”

n“See me?” Jiang Lan looked at Heavenly Human Yunxiao.

nHe had met the other party a few times. They weren’t familiar, but they had some grudges.

nThis was especially the case with the Heavenly Human Race.

n“Tm here to thank you, Heavenly Venerable.” Heavenly Human Yunxiao bowed respectfully.

n“I thank you for not stooping to the Heavenly Human Race’s level.”

nJiang Lan remained silent for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to send the Heavenly Human Race on their way, but because the great calamity made it unsuitable for him to take action.

nHe felt a bit apologetic towards Feng Ji and the others. He had promised them to send the Heavenly Human Race down, so he didn’t know if they were still waiting on the way.

nHe was temporarily unable to fulfill the agreement.

n“You fought for it yourself.” Jiang Lan shook his head lightly. All of this was indeed fought for by Heavenly Human Yunxiao himself.

nAfter a pause, he continued.

n“Since you’re here for the wedding, go in and tell them.

nYour identity is indeed special, but Imperial Lord Xi He’s embodiment is also inside. It won’t bring any trouble.”

n‘A sage was special everywhere.

nSo far, no one in Kunlun had become a sage.

nPerhaps the vegetative egg had the highest chance of becoming a sage. Be it the First Summit’s Martial Uncle, the Eighth Summit’s Martial Uncle, or his master, they all had little chances of becoming a sage.

nBecoming a sage did not depend on the power of one’s cultivation. Instead, one required the recognition of the heavens and the merit of the world.

nHis Martial Uncles and master could not become sages if they did not do this.

nJiang Lan still remembered that he owed his master a thousand years worth of Rainbow Auspicious Clouds, but it had already lost its effect.

nHis master had entered the half-sage realm during the great calamity.

nThis providence was somewhat useful for becoming a sage, but since his master was not on the path to becoming a sage, it seemed dispensable.

nTherefore, he decided to keep it. Perhaps one day, his master and his master’s wife would have a child and he could give it to his future Junior Brother or Sister.

n‘When Heavenly Human Yunxiao headed to Kunlun, Jiang Lan turned around to observe his egg son.

nHong Ya was playing with his egg son. The light was flashing. He should be very happy.

nIt lit up so quickly? Jiang Lan was puzzled.

n‘When he first came out, it clearly did not light up.

n‘Was he being treated differently?

n“Brother-in-law? Aiya, my little nephew.” The Eighth Prince returned with his prey and looked at his nephew excitedly.

nThe youth took a pot of wine to the egg and said.

n“I brewed some baby wine for our nephew. I wonder if he likes it.”

n“Are you going to water it?” The Eighth Prince asked.

n“Should i try?” The youth had been raising the vegetative egg for many years.

nHe felt that it shouldn’t be a problem to water it.

nJiang Lan:

nHe felt that it was better not to let his egg son get close to these two people.

nAfter hesitating for a moment, Jiang Lan asked, “How many years has the Eighth Prince been in Kunlun?”

n“Almost a thousand years,” the Eighth Prince answered immediately.

n“You’ve been an adult for a long time,” Jiang Lan added.

n“Twas born an adult, an innate immortal.” The Eighth Prince was a little proud. After a pause, he added.

n“But it’s nothing compared to Brother-in-law.”

n“Have you ever thought of finding a fiancée?” Jiang Lan asked probingly.

nClang!

nThe Eighth Prince’s Heavenly Dragon Saber fell to the ground.

n“Brother-in-law, you… you didn’t find me a fiancée, did you?” The Eighth Prince looked afraid.

n“No.” Jiang Lan shook his head slightly. However, before the Eighth Prince could heave a sigh of relief, he continued.

n“Xiao Yu has found one for you.”

nBang!

nThe Eighth Prince knelt on the ground.

nIt was his fault for not paying respects to his sister recently.

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