Chapter Thirty-One: A Dragon

  Feeling slightly better, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and from the sound of this exhalation, it seemed to have a hint of dragon's roar. Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction.

  After stroking his body, Ye Feng felt that his muscles and bones were wrapped around by the dragon's body, and his whole body was filled with strength. Looking at the two metal artifacts in his hand, they had completely changed their appearance, losing the dazzling golden light, leaving only a pile of iron scraps.

  The jade slip that recorded the Five Elements True Dragon Secret Manual was left with only a speck of jade dust, and when a gentle breeze blew by, even that tiny bit of jade dust dispersed into nothingness.

  "I didn't expect this jade slip to be so fragile, it should be several times harder than stone, but it was actually practiced into ash!?" Ye Feng was somewhat unexpected, stretched a lazy waist, with a puzzled expression thinking: "If that fat old man knew, I would have turned the dragon clan's heirloom that he had worked hard to get into powder, wouldn't he want to eat me? Fortunately, I've already memorized this secret recipe, and I'll just write another copy for him someday."

  "Hmph, how ridiculous. You think anyone can write the Five-Line True Dragon Manual? A voice echoed clearly in Ye Feng's mind, "With your current cultivation, you think you can write the Five-Line True Dragon Manual? How laughable. Cultivate for another three hundred years first, oh, and I'm not even sure if you'll live that long, hahaha."

  Ye Feng was taken aback, blinking his eyes to look around, the surrounding mountains except for the swirling white fog were only lush green grass, and he couldn't see the master who made the arrogant remarks at all.

  "What the hell, this place where a top-notch cultivator like me is training actually has ghosts coming to harass me, isn't that just asking for death?" Alert and vigilant, Ye Feng casually threw out a hand seal, and the Cong Shuang Sword Pellet inside his body flew out from between his eyebrows into mid-air, rotating around Ye Feng's body in preparation for battle.

  Ye Feng shouted loudly with Sword Orb in hand: "Are you human or ghost? If you have the guts, come out and don't sneak around behind my back!"

  "Idiot, I'm neither human nor ghost, I'm speaking to you from within your own body!" Another clear voice, Ye Feng heard it clearly, as if the voice was right beside his ear.

  Ye Feng sheathed his sword, slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly a small green dragon appeared in his mind. The little dragon was covered in green scales all over its body, only three inches long, with tiger-like whiskers and a tail, and the dragon's horns and scales were clearly visible, as if they had been finely carved by a skilled craftsman, very much like a cute miniature version of a small dragon.

  Dragon! That's right! Ye Feng blinked his eyes vigorously, making sure he wasn't seeing things, a creature that any descendant of the Yan and Huang emperors would recognize at a glance.

  Dragon! No need for any description, just one word, "dragon"! In anyone's mind, almost the same image will emerge.

  Ye Feng could definitely confirm that he hadn't seen it wrong, a small dragon was currently floating in his mind, its surroundings emitting a faint white mist, adding to its dragon aura, as if suspended amidst layers of clouds and fog.

  Xiao Long, with his dragon claw the size of a fingernail covering his waist, pointed at Ye Feng and said: "You little brat is really arrogant! I've lived in this world for 800 years, by generation you should call me Dragon Grandfather, yet you dare to speak to your Dragon Grandfather like that!"

  Ye Feng looked at the creature in front of him with some curiosity, stroking his chin and saying: "You're just a small thing, dare to call yourself a dragon? At most, you're just a mudskipper struggling in the mud. Where did you get the nerve to tell me to scram? Spare me the trouble of taking action."

  The little dragon's brow was furrowed, his hands on his hips as he said: "Do you think I'm willing to stay in this mortal body of yours? I was originally a streak of dragon energy from the body of Tianxiao the Great Emperor. Later, when Tianxiao the Great Emperor ascended to become a true dragon, he left me within this jade slip. Today, you little brat have cultivated the Five Elements True Dragon Decree to the point where your blood vessels are beginning to stir, and I have flown up into your body along with the spiritual energy of the jade slip."

  Ye Feng scratched his ear, convinced that he hadn't misheard. Indeed, a dragon soul had merged into Ye Feng's body. Even Zixiao True Person, who had never practiced this book before, couldn't have imagined that cultivating it would lead to such an extraordinary encounter.

  Ye Feng felt a bit guilty, his two big eyes rolled around in circles, thinking: Could it be that they came to occupy my body? This body wasn't originally mine anyway. In this day and age, bodies have become like precious treasures? Any random soul wants to occupy one, some rob wealth, some rob beauty, who would have thought there are also those who rob bodies?

  Ye Feng was somewhat puzzled and pointed at Xiao Long, saying: "Then why did you stay inside my body and not come out? Are you trying to occupy this body?"

  The little dragon widened his eyes, snapped his fingers twice and said: "Huh, I didn't have this intention originally, but you reminded me. How could I not think of it? My jade tablet has been trapped for almost a thousand years, it's time to come out and exercise my bones."

  As he spoke, he began to chant the incantation, his mouth murmuring words as his entire body was enveloped in a thick layer of cloud and mist. Many Sanskrit characters appeared around him, swirling around Xiao Long's body in a continuous motion.

  Ye Feng felt a bit uneasy in his heart and subconsciously took a step back: "You..."

  The little dragon shook its claws and chuckled softly: "Hmph, no need to waste words. I'm taking over your body because I think you're worthy. If it were someone else's body, I wouldn't even give it a glance. And as it happens, I see that you still have the dragon blood and veins in you, which suits me just fine."

  The world is vast and full of wonders, I've never encountered an opponent like myself before. It's as if my own body is fighting against me. Today has been a real eye-opener.

  Ye Feng furrowed his brow, cautiously looking at the little dragon, subconsciously taking on a defensive posture. Having just crossed over for only a few days, without even having a good day yet, was his body going to be taken over by the dragon? He didn't want to die a second time!

  Ye Feng assumed a fighting stance, and the little dragon said with one hand on its waist and the other extending a dragon finger that shook back and forth, "Don't resist anymore, it's useless. I'm just using my verbal skills, and your body is mine now. With your current cultivation level, you'd better surrender obediently."

  Ye Feng sneered coldly: "Hmph, stop boasting about being a 'dragon'. As long as I shout loudly, the nearby Yuan Shen-level expert will immediately come over and slap you to death."

  The little dragon proudly and loudly shouted: "I am the Dragon Soul, occupying your body for just a moment, before the expert arrives, your body will be mine."

  "Hmph, Dragon Soul, I think you're just a mud eel soul. Even if you occupy my body, my spirit won't let you off the hook. Later on, I'll haunt you every day and make sure you can't live in peace."

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