DLWAV CH63

It all happened so fast.

Far too fast.

The middle-aged man, who just seconds ago had been parading his power and flaunting his might, was now lying in the ruins not far away in the blink of an eye, unable to move a muscle.

Ao Ruize, who just seconds ago was nothing more than a Nascent Soul-stage junior in their eyes, had with a casual wave of his hand smashed an Upper Realm high-level cultivator—who had been suppressing them to the point of breathlessness—straight into the city wall, unable to move a muscle.

So they probably weren’t seeing things.

They must just be dreaming—

And the middle-aged man off to the side happened to regain consciousness right at this moment.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that someone would actually dare to attack him.

But before the words at the tip of his tongue could come out, he first coughed up several massive mouthfuls of fresh blood, mixed within which were even a few chunks of minced flesh.

Those were his internal organs.

By now, his internal organs had probably all been churned into a bloody paste.

Only then did the middle-aged man fully process what had happened. A trace of terror instantly rose in his eyes, completely devoid of his previous arrogant domineering.

“Who are you?”

Even if under the influence of the Mingxiao Continent’s Heavenly Dao laws their cultivation levels had been suppressed to the early Heartbeat stage—which was equivalent to the Mingxiao Continent’s Great Perfection of the Ascension stage—they were still an unstoppable existence in the current Mingxiao Continent. This much was evident from the fact that just by releasing a fraction of their oppressive aura, they had forced the White Tiger Clan Ancestor and the others into breathless submission.

Yet now, Ao Ruize had directly taken half his life with nothing but a wave of his hand—

“My father is the Northern Emperor of the Upper Realm! If you dare to touch me, my father will absolutely not let you off—”

He attempted to intimidate Ao Ruize.

Little did he know that upon hearing these words, Ao Ruize would actually smile: “So that means your father is also well aware of everything you’ve done. We understand now…” (Note: Ao Ruize uses 寡人 Guǎrén, an imperial pronoun used by monarchs to refer to themselves).

Hearing this, Fu Mu, who was standing to the side, finally couldn’t hold back. He brought his right hand to his mouth in a fist and let out a heavy cough.

Ao Ruize reflexively looked over.

Fu Mu didn’t say anything; he just looked at him with slight dissatisfaction.

Ao Ruize: “…”

The moment to test the tacit understanding between them as husbands had arrived.

So, had he said something wrong?

He hadn’t, right?

After all, his words just now were all directed at the middle-aged man… Wait, We (Guǎrén)—

Ao Ruize suddenly realized what it was. He couldn’t help but curve the corners of his lips, and then corrected himself: “I… This Lord understands!”

Right. He was a man with a wife now. He couldn’t keep referring to himself as a “lonely, solitary man” (the literal meaning of Guǎrén).

Especially considering that this wife of his was exceptionally petty.

The corners of Fu Mu’s lips also couldn’t help but curve upward. He then let out a soft hmph to show his satisfaction.

The Dragon Clan Patriarch and the others: “…”

You’re still showing off your affection at a time like this? Could you consider our feelings for a moment?

Wait—

Why did Fu Mu also look as if he hadn’t been affected by the oppressive aura emitted by the middle-aged man and his subordinates at all?

Getting back to the matter at hand.

Ao Ruize looked back at the middle-aged man and simply said: “Rest assured. When it comes to this matter, neither you nor your father can even think about running away.”

The greatest taboo across the Three Thousand Worlds was the wanton plundering of a lower-tier world’s resources. Taking the Mingxiao Continent as an example: as a Middle World, if the middle-aged man succeeded, the Mingxiao Continent would suffer tens of billions of casualties at best, and at worst, directly regress into a Small World.

Judging by the middle-aged man’s demeanor, this probably wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this.

In fact, if it weren’t to draw them out, Ao Ruize wouldn’t have repeatedly sat back and watched Yan Chong escape.

Of course, he could have directly reported this matter to the Heavenly Palace earlier, but how could that compare to the simplicity of having the chief culprit deliver himself straight to the door?

Hearing these words, how could the middle-aged man not realize that Ao Ruize completely didn’t put his father in his eyes at all?

In this world, the only people who could afford not to put his father in their eyes were those people—

The middle-aged man’s expression completely changed: “An Immortal! You are an Immortal—”

After all, the Cultivation Realm was at least one of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. As someone standing at the apex of the Cultivation Realm, he naturally knew that above the major Great Worlds, there existed a massive system governing them all: the Three Courts of the Heavenly Palace, the Underworld, and the Dragon Palace.

After all, in these past tens of thousands of years, there had been no fewer than ten individuals from their clan alone who had genuinely ascended.

And only such a conclusion could explain why he didn’t even have the strength to fight back in front of Ao Ruize.

Because only Immortals were not bound by the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

He could certainly try bringing up his ascended relatives again to threaten Ao Ruize, but he wasn’t stupid. Could someone who dared refer to himself with an imperial title be just any ordinary Immortal?

As for his ascended relatives, they probably hadn’t even established a firm foothold in the Heavenly Palace yet.

Finishing his sentence, he directly threw out the Immortal Artifact his father had given him and attempted to flee.

However, before he could even turn around, Ao Ruize waved his sleeve again.

In the next second, he went flying out again.

Only this time, because he was right below the city wall, he didn’t fly far before smashing directly into the wall. The impact was so severe that the originally dozens-of-meters-high city wall was completely reduced to a pile of rubble, and he himself subsequently lost consciousness completely.

The dust settled, and the surroundings immediately fell into dead silence.

It took a good while before the Dragon Clan Patriarch and the others finally snapped out of it.

Some of them slapped themselves hard across the face; others grabbed the longswords in their hands and stabbed themselves straight in the kidneys.

In the next second, they pulled the longswords out with trembling hands.

Because it hurt too much.

So they really weren’t dreaming…

Ao Ruize: “…”

There’s really no need to go that far.

It was still the Four Great Divine Beasts who reacted first.

After all, they had already guessed Ao Ruize’s identity back when they first charged out from underground.

The Azure Dragon was thrilled beyond measure: “Lord Father, did you hear my cries for help and make a special trip here to save us?”

Ao Ruize, who was actually just here on vacation: “…”

Ao Ruize kept a straight face: “Yes.”

“In the future, if you encounter this sort of thing again, do not act recklessly.”

Hearing this, the Azure Dragon looked guilt-ridden: “Yes.”

This time, if Ao Ruize hadn’t been here, the entire Mingxiao Continent would have likely been plunged into misery and suffering because of them.

Even though their initial starting point was good.

But from the very beginning, they obviously could have endured it temporarily and then sought help from the Dragon Palace or the Heavenly Palace.

Hearing this conversation, Lord Dragon Soul, who had just come to his senses, was instantly dumbfounded again.

Wasn’t Ao Ruize Lord Azure Dragon’s posthumous child? How did he suddenly become Lord Azure Dragon’s father?

Although “Lord Father” seemed to just be an honorific used by the subjects of the Dragon Clan to address their monarch.

Precisely because of this, back when he realized the Dragon Clan Patriarch and the others had misunderstood his meaning and only appointed Ao Ruize as the Young Patriarch, he hadn’t come out to correct them.

Because he felt this might actually serve as a method to protect Ao Ruize’s safety.

Who would have thought that Ao Ruize was actually the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Clan.

Though come to think of it, Ao Ruize did seem to be a Golden Dragon…

Thinking of this, Lord Dragon Soul shrank his neck back and stopped talking.

What a massive misunderstanding he had caused.

Ao Ruize just said: “Alright, now is not the time for talking. Treat the wounded first.”

Saying this, he waved his right hand again. The storage rings on the fingers of the middle-aged man and the others instantly all flew into his hand.

After forcibly breaking the restraining seals on them, he just took a cursory glance and handed them directly to the Azure Dragon and the others: “There are quite a few medicinal pills and heavenly materials in here. They should be of some use for your injuries; distribute them amongst yourselves.”

The Azure Dragon and the others, prostrated on the ground, immediately stood up and accepted the storage rings: “Yes.”

Only then did the White Tiger Clan Patriarch and the others finally react.

They directly fell silent.

The White Tiger Clan Ancestor was thinking about whether he had hit too lightly before—perhaps he should have broken Bai Wu’s fifth leg back then as well.

The Dragon Clan Ancestor was thinking about how fortunate it was that after he advanced to the Ascension stage, he hadn’t tried to take revenge on Fu Mu—over the time Fu Mu beat him up to threaten the Dragon Clan.

Otherwise, this matter today would probably end with no way to salvage the situation.

After all, to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the majestic Dragon Lord, Fu Mu’s true identity was probably nothing low either.

What the Dragon Clan Patriarch and the others were thinking was that all this time, they had assumed that Ao Ruize’s unruffled composure in the face of any praise or crisis relied on his bloodline concentration, on the high regard Lord Dragon Soul and the clan had for him, and on the loyalty he had won by using the method to improve the Four Great Families’ bloodline concentration.

Now it seemed he wasn’t relying on any of those things at all… He simply hadn’t put those things in his eyes to begin with, including the provocations from Long Tiancheng and his group, and all the rumors and gossip outside.

The sect masters and Grand Elders of the other sects present were thinking about how grateful they were to the Dragon Lord for saving their lives, and that although they very much did not want to see the Four Great Families grow too powerful, right now, this was probably no longer something they could stop just because they didn’t want it to happen.

The Dragon Clan’s Sixth Elder and the others standing to the side couldn’t help but glance at the unconscious Long Tiancheng and the others nearby, and then simply shook their heads.

They were finished.

…

As soon as he returned to his residence, Ao Ruize took out paper and a brush, wrote down the ins and outs of this entire incident in detail, and then flicked the piece of paper away. In the next second, the paper was wrapped in golden light and vanished into the horizon.

Because he could just leave the rest of the matter for the Heavenly Palace to handle. After all, a minor issue like this shouldn’t have fallen to him to manage in the first place.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the Dragon Clan Patriarch came looking for him. Although he couldn’t completely hide the panic on his face, he still spoke with utmost respect: “Lord Father, those dozens of prisoners in the grand prison suddenly all disappeared.”

Separated by the door, Ao Ruize simply said: “It’s fine. They were probably taken away by the people from the Heavenly Palace.”

Only then did the Dragon Clan Patriarch breathe a sigh of relief.

After sending him away, Ao Ruize turned back around. Looking at Fu Mu who had just returned to the doorway—ignoring the inner garments strewn across the floor—he raised a file gripped in his left claw, swished his tail, and patted the empty spot on the bed. Eager to try, he asked: “Going to file my claws for me?”

He had already returned Lord Dragon Soul to the Azure Dragon, since it was originally an artifact belonging to the Azure Dragon Clan anyway.

Fu Mu raised an eyebrow: “Sure.”

Saying this, he simply gathered his sleeves and walked over.

But as he filed and filed, looking at the large golden dragon who had comfortably rolled over onto his back, blowing on his whiskers with all four paws in the air and exposing his belly, Fu Mu’s heart couldn’t help but stir.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t yet tried Ao Ruize in his true form.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the dazzling, metallic-gleaming scales on the large golden dragon’s body.

Ao Ruize, who suddenly felt a smooth, cool palm cover his reverse scale: “…”

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