Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 2048 - 528: The Evil Dragon Emerges (Second Update)

Chapter 2048: Chapter 528: The Evil Dragon Emerges (Second Update)

It was precisely because of such a rare temperament and exceptional talent that Situ Ming, at the age of ten, had already cultivated to the second level of the Dragon-Taming Art.

Later, when he was ten, the results of the bloodline were announced. He became an outcast, a child that the Xuan Clan intended to eliminate. Situ Ming’s father risked his life to steal the last two volumes of the Dragon-Taming Art and drove him out of the Dragon Clan to save his life.

Upon learning that the most important two volumes of the Dragon-Taming Art had been stolen, the Pavilion Master of the time flew into a rage and used various punishments to force Situ Ming’s parents to reveal the whereabouts of those two volumes. In the end, the couple went to their deaths without ever disclosing the location of either Situ Ming or the Dragon-Taming Art.

This was the couple’s silent revenge against the Xuan Clan. The Sky Punishment Pavilion had brought ruin and devastation to their family, so they ensured that the Pavilion could never again reach the peak in dragon taming for generations!

Afterward, the Pavilion Master dragged Situ Ming’s brother into the matter, leaving the entirety of Situ Ming’s family dead, with none surviving!

From then on, every pregnancy within the Xuan Clan involved the requirement to keep one child and kill another. To prevent a recurrence of Situ Ming’s case, future infants were separated from their parents from birth and strictly guarded. They had no familial affection, becoming mere vessels for the Sky Punishment Pavilion’s bloodline. At the age of ten, one would die and one would live, reminiscent of the eternal separation like the red spider lily.

The Dragon-Taming Art of the Sky Punishment Pavilion is unlike ordinary cultivation techniques that can be passed down through memory. With the Dragon-Taming Art, each volume reveals its text only after the previous one has been fully cultivated. Before any progress is made, the pages of the subsequent volume remain blank. This is why the Pavilion Master was so furious upon learning of its loss.

Since then, the Sky Punishment Pavilion only had the first two volumes of the Dragon-Taming Art; the last two critical volumes were lost.

As he grew older, Situ Ming wrote out the first two volumes and united them with the last two, creating a complete Dragon-Taming Art to be passed down through the ages.

However, Situ Ming’s only regret before dying was that the Dragon-Taming Art and the Dragon-Slaying Sword would never again reunite.

This is the history of the Situ Family of the Dragon-Taming Clan, a history borne of the Xuan Clan’s generations-long ugliness and filth. The Situ family is the survivor beneath desires and human nature.

"Hearing you say this, the Sky Punishment Pavilion is really perverse. Situ Ming has been dead for thousands of years, so how many children must the Xuan Clan have killed over the years?" Lying in bed, Old Jin felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end. He used to think that the Dragon Tribe, with its green mountains and clear waters, was like a paradise. But knowing the matters of the Sky Punishment Pavilion, Old Jin felt that Luo Shui was filled with the bones of infants.

"No wonder the descendants of the Xuan Clan are dwindling; it turns out all of them were killed by their ancestors." An Yiqing couldn’t help but lament. She had agreed to Grandma Fengling’s request to inherit the Dragon-Taming Art, becoming an honorary successor of the Situ family. But she hadn’t expected all these entangled resentments and enmities in the process. The Xuan Clan was extremely ugly.

"What do you plan to do now?" Old Jin asked again.

An Yiqing pressed her red lips together, "Strike first. If the Sky Punishment Pavilion learns of the Dragon-Taming Technique Successor, they will stop at nothing to eliminate me. It’s either my death or theirs now."

Old Jin scratched his face with his paw, holding a bit of contempt for the actions of the Sky Punishment Pavilion. What does it matter if it’s the Dragon Clan or humans? Is bloodline so important? Countless children have died by their hands for something so intangible; don’t they feel guilty when they reflect at night?

"Master, do you think the Head Chief of the Dragon Clan is aware of these things?"

An Yiqing was taken aback, then shook her head, "The Xuan Clan regards impure bloodlines as a disgrace, so how could they possibly tell the Dragon Clan about these things? But when you mentioned it, I did have a thought..."

With a delicate finger on her chin, An Yiqing’s eyes flickered with a sharp light.

She seemed to have discovered something monumental.

During the following days, the Dragon Tribe remained calm. Long Zixuan’s body had completely recovered, and his strength was improving rapidly. Meanwhile, An Yiqing had been researching the poison on the Dragon-Slaying Sword and had found a way to neutralize it.

On this day, with the weather bright and sunny, An Yiqing decided, having been cooped up in the lab with Yin Xilin for so long, to go out into the world for a change of scenery.

Long Zixuan volunteered to accompany them.

The three left the Dragon Tribe with high spirits, unaware that when they returned, they would find the land filled with mourning.

Piercing through the thick clouds, Long Zixuan carried the well-fed and well-watered An Yiqing and Yin Xilin back to the Dragon Tribe. However, upon landing, they noticed something was off.

It was quiet, too quiet, with no sign of life.

An Yiqing furrowed her brows and carefully sniffed the air, "It smells like blood."

Long Zixuan’s heart sank, and he used his Dragon Force to quickly rush toward the Clan Leader’s Residence. When they arrived, they found the entrance steeped in scarlet blood, with the bodies of two guards lying in shocking disarray.

"What’s going on?!" Long Zixuan’s face changed as he ran inside, shouting, "Grandpa! Grandpa?! Elder Jin!"

After a long time of calling, Elder Jin hurried out from the back yard.

"Young Master, come quickly! The Old Clan Chief is in trouble!"

Inside the room, the Old Clan Chief lay on the bed, his face pale. Outside, more than a dozen tribe members lay injured and immobile on the ground. Seeing the Old Clan Chief barely clinging to life, Long Zixuan rushed over in shock.

"What happened? What went wrong?" He looked at the Old Clan Chief with distress and turned to ask.

Elder Jin wiped his face, his eyes showing despair, "Young Master, the Evil Dragon has emerged! The entire Dragon Clan suffered countless casualties!"

Long Zixuan’s face went pale, and he said nothing. After a moment of silence, he turned to An Yiqing standing at the door, "Sister An, my grandfather..."

An Yiqing understood, "Step aside, let me take a look."

She sat by the bed, placing her right hand on the Old Clan Chief’s pulse, and after a moment, "He’s seriously injured, but it’s not fatal. I’ll prescribe some medicine; in five days, he should be able to get out of bed."

Because An Yiqing had lifted Long Zixuan’s restriction, Elder Jin was thoroughly convinced by her medical arts. He quickly thanked her, "Miss An, could you also help the others outside?"

An Yiqing nodded, "Lingling, go and take a look."

Yin Xilin complied and hopped outside. Before long, prescriptions were handed to Elder Jin, ensuring the injured received proper treatment.

After a flurry of activity, once everything was settled, it was already deep into the night. The unconscious Old Clan Chief was beginning to regain consciousness.

An Yiqing, Yin Xilin, Long Zixuan, Elder Jin, Hongye, and others gathered in the Old Clan Chief’s room to discuss the day’s events.

As it turned out, not long after the three had left the Dragon Tribe that morning, a tremendous noise came from the back mountains. Tribesmen were horrified to see a giant black dragon circling in the sky and then diving down.

The black dragon itself was not alarming. But a dragon wreathed in black aura was a symbol of evil.

The tribesmen were terrified and scattered. However, the Evil Dragon roared in the sky, its massive tail imbued with overwhelming Dragon Force crashed down onto the earth.

In an instant, there were countless deaths and injuries.

The Clan Leader’s Residence and Sky Punishment Pavilion mobilized, taking up arms against the Evil Dragon. Ultimately, they fought it off at great cost.

"So, it took less than three minutes from the appearance of the Evil Dragon to its departure?" An Yiqing asked with a thoughtful expression.

Elder Jin nodded, "Precisely so. Thanks to Pavilion Master Xuanmo’s timely intervention, otherwise, the Old Clan Chief and the rest of us might not have survived."

An Yiqing said nothing, touching her chin as her mysterious eyes shone with an unfathomable light.

"Elder Jin, how are the tribespeople coping?" Long Zixuan asked.

Elder Jin sighed, "The emergence of the Evil Dragon has made everyone anxious, calming them is not easy. But fortunately, there was no massive loss of life, and the tribe is very grateful to the Sky Punishment Pavilion."

Long Zixuan discreetly glanced at An Yiqing, then turned back to the Old Clan Chief.

"Everyone is tired from a busy day. You should go back and rest, I’ll watch over Grandpa."

After Elder Jin and the others left, An Yiqing sent Yin Xilin off to sleep but she herself remained.