Chapter 69: Three Races Mixed Blood, His Royal Highness Dragon Fox
In the iceberg tower, Long Long stood calmly with his hands tied, while Long Hu stood beside him,
As the old man issued the gathering order, all the monks in Beiming Fanyang soon gathered in the ice hall - looking at the two young people with strange expressions.
"Is this all there?" Long Long asked the old man with a complicated expression.
"That's all." The old man replied, "A total of one hundred and seven monks are here."
Long Long did a rough scan and found that there were only twenty-six people in the Dongyuan Realm, and the rest were monks in the Transformation Realm. As for the ancestors - there was not even one.
No wonder Beiming Fanyang is so suspicious and stays behind closed doors.
After all, there are no immortals guarding the cave. As long as any demon clan ancestor comes outside, even if he is from a very weak demon clan, he can easily push the dragon survivors to the ground and rub them.
"Why are there no ancestors?" Long Long asked the old man again, "Logically speaking, with our dragon bloodline and rank, we shouldn't..."
The practice of the demon clan pays attention to blood origin. The higher the level of the bloodline from the parents, the faster the speed of one's own practice, and the higher the upper limit.
"Ahem." The old man said awkwardly, "In the secret realm, there is insufficient spiritual energy, and there is no Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension."
Without the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension, there would naturally be no way to become an Immortal. This is a very simple and simple truth.
"Since you can't become immortal in the secret realm, why not..." Long Long asked with a frown.
"If we leave the secret realm, how can we ensure the safety of Beiming Fanyang?" The answer this time was not the old man, but the middle-aged monk, "The heavenly tribulation is transformed into a powerful one, and the one who overcomes the tribulation is a dragon. His true form
Once it appears, how can you hide it from others?"
"When the time comes when the Qilin clan follows their trail and kills them, and they are fine, we, the dragon survivors, will die without a burial place!"
"Not necessarily." The old man argued with him, "Three thousand years ago, a senior left without authorization. Didn't anything happen afterwards?"
"If one person leaves, nothing will happen." The middle-aged monk argued with him, "If ten or a hundred people leave, and only one person leaks the secret, the whole family will be destroyed!"
While the two men were arguing, the twenty or so people traveling with the middle-aged monk nodded in agreement.
The other monks had different expressions on their faces, but they did not stand up to support anyone.
So Long Long soon understood that due to the lack of ancestors in this secret realm, there was no strong voice to coordinate the will of the entire clan.
The middle-aged monk has attracted about twenty Jiaolong monks who are equally xenophobic. He is the dominant radical force within Beiming Fanyang, and is also the main culprit for Beiming Fanyang not opening up to the outside world for so many years.
The old man was the only pro-foreign sect and knew that it was impossible to remain in seclusion. However, his popularity was far inferior to that of the middle-aged monks, so he could only communicate with the outside world secretly.
As for the vast majority of Jiaolong monks, they have no concern for the future direction of Beiming Fanyang - in fact, the same is true for most sects in the world of cultivation. If it were not forcibly stipulated by the sect, the Yuanying elders would not even want to take them as disciples.
, just take care of your own path and be satisfied.
Although the old man had a stubborn temper and refused to admit defeat, there were more than twenty people on the other side who were supporting him, so his momentum was inherently weak, so he had no choice but to lift the dragon fox out and said:
"The reason why I privately opened Beiming Fanyang this time is not for my own selfish gain, but for the sake of His Majesty's daughter!"
"You're talking nonsense!" The middle-aged monk was about to scold him for lying to get away with his crime, when his eyes fell on Long Long and he immediately stopped talking.
This guy can't be beaten or offended, so it's better not to offend him.
The radicals did not dare to speak, and most of the neutral people made a fuss:
"That Your Majesty? Who is Your Majesty?"
"Who else can be your Majesty besides His Majesty Yinglong!"
There was a crowd of people all of a sudden, and everyone came together to see what the dragon and fox looked like.
The middle-aged monk looked at Long Long here, and quickly asked his men to maintain order and prevent other monks from crowding in randomly, so as not to anger Long Long.
Just twenty people versus more than eighty people
, it was really powerless to maintain order, and Long Hu suddenly stood up and said:
"I know that everyone has great doubts about my identity. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them here.
Of course, these words were also Long Long's orders, and they were exactly what these neutral monks wanted.
After some noise, they pushed out a dragon monk and asked:
"May I ask this... Your Highness, you said that you are a descendant of His Majesty's blood, do you have any credible evidence to prove it?"
"It's very simple." The old man suddenly came out and said, "I am the leader of the clan, so I will test your highness's bloodline, and you can supervise and testify.
After hearing what he said, everyone shouted to watch, so the old man quickly added:
"Only ten people! Ten people at most!"
In the end, everyone made a fuss and elected nine people to supervise the old man to test the bloodline - the remaining one was confirmed by the radical middle-aged monk who took the responsibility and personally confirmed it.
Dragon Fox took a drop of blood essence. After the old man got the blood essence, he began to perform the spell on the spot.
Long Long watched with great interest from the side and found that the spell cast by the old man was roughly similar to the blood shame spell used by the dragon in Prisoner's Well in the past. It was basically from the same source.
As the ritual spells were cast to the end, the essence and blood were gradually divided into three, and finally took the shape of Yinglong, Tianhu, and the human race.
Everyone stared blankly at the essence and blood, all showing confused expressions. Only the old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted ecstatically:
"In the past, the Queen was a human-fox hybrid. Now the results of this bloodline test are the best proof of Your Highness's identity!"
Speaking of the human-vulture hybrid queen, the monks of the Jiaolong clan are all familiar with it. After all, it was for her that Emperor Yinglong went on an expedition to the human world.
Therefore, after hearing this, most of the Jiaolong cultivators were convinced and no longer had any doubts. They quickly bowed respectfully to Longhu and addressed him as Your Highness.
Although the middle-aged monks and other radicals had concerns, they all bowed their heads and stopped talking.
Only the old man murmured to himself for a moment and asked again:
"It's just...why is it a mixture of three races? This shouldn't be..."
Among the bloodlines, the tripartite confrontation is very unstable, because the two strong bloodlines will often eat up the weakest bloodline first, and the process is so cruel that the newborns will not survive to adulthood.
Seeing that the time had come, Long Long came out and said:
"The purpose of our trip to Beiming Fanyang is to resolve the blood conflict problem in His Highness."
With that said, he motioned to Longhu to take out the pendant hidden in his chest and show the fragments of the Sky-Mending Stone on it to the Jiaolong monks.