Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 384 How old is he to still be playing this?

"How old are these two dragons? They're still playing this!"

Not far away, Fang Xianyu watched this scene and chuckled, but then quietly left and secretly peered into the scene from the perspective of the two players—she was also very curious to see what kind of sparks would fly when these creatures, who could almost be called mythical beings in the Guixu Realm, collided with the people of the Zhonghua family.

"hiss--"

The dragon with the more golden eyes narrowed its eyes at the shrill scream and couldn't help but shrink its neck back, which only made the expression on its dragon face appear more majestic and terrifying.

The other dragon had a much gentler expression. It was the same dragon who had just asked the question. She smiled and transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman in the smoke, gesturing, "Shh—you're all too loud!"

However, no matter how gentle Pingjun's voice was, it was useless. The fear of being suddenly attacked by a giant creature and the subconscious reaction were not something that could be controlled by reason. Moreover, Yinglong King and Pingjun were both highly skilled, and even though they deliberately concealed their pressure, the aura they exuded was already extraordinary.

"Dragon dragon dragon dragon ah!!!"

Wei Wo Wu Shi was still screaming. Thursday managed to catch his breath, trembling as he hid behind Wei Wo Wu Shi, babbling incoherently: "Two dragon heroes! No, no, no, don't eat us! We brought fried chicken to offer you two! Waaaaah, Sect Master, help!"

Fang Xianyu, who was spying on Thursday from a corner where no one could see her, couldn't help but close her eyes, unable to bear to look—it was too embarrassing! She simply couldn't bear to look!

"Hehehe, with the guts of the two of you, you actually want to ride a dragon?"

The two people's reactions amused both Yinglong King and Pingjun. Following Pingjun's signal, Yinglong King also transformed into human form, his eyes crinkling as he looked at the two Taiyin Sect disciples in front of him with a kind expression.

"I...I...we were just joking! We were just...just saying whatever came to mind..."

I'm practically in tears—the NPCs in this lousy game are way too intelligent!? You get caught talking behind someone's back!? And to make matters worse, you get teased by the NPCs!?
More importantly, she didn't dare to do anything!
Although players' lives are worthless, and at worst they just die and are back to life in a dozen minutes, there's no need to be afraid of NPCs, but... looking at the two beautiful female NPCs in front of her who inexplicably terrified her, she still chose to follow her heart!
Pingjun gently sniffed, and the strange aroma wafted in so strongly that even she, who usually fasted, felt a little hungry. She asked curiously, "Is fried chicken really that delicious?"

"Please try it! Please try it!"

As if waking from a dream, Wei Wu, at fifty, frantically pushed several paper bags into the arms of the two NPCs, while constantly pulling new ones out of the Qiankun bag at his waist, "Not enough? I have more! Lots of them!"

On Thursday, he cautiously peeked out from behind me, nodding vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! Our community sells chickens! We have plenty! If you need more, we'll get you some more!"

"That's enough, there's no need to spend so much!"

Pingjun smiled as he cast a spell to gather all the paper bags in front of him, while casually pulling out two dragon scales that shimmered with a light golden glow from somewhere.

"Ouch—cough cough..."

With a strange, abruptly stopped shout from the Dragon King, and a cough as if to cover something up, two dragon scales were handed to the two players.

Pingjun said with a half-smile, "I hear you all seem to really like our dragon scales? Consider these two as payment for your fried chicken. But don't say we dragons are bullying us, eating fried chicken without paying!" "No, no, no!"

The two players shook their heads vigorously, and Wei Wo finally regained his composure after a long period of stagnation, saying with forced calm, "Originally, this was a welcome gift from our Gugu Chicken City! It was free! But, but..."

I wanted to feign reluctance to accept the two dragon scales, but I couldn't bear to part with them, so I muttered "but" several times, but I couldn't come up with a coherent "but".

Instead, Pingjun chuckled and said, "You two are still children, just take it!"

But Yinglong King, in a playful mood, asked, "Shouldn't this be a new product tasting? What kind of feedback do you expect us to give?"

Pingjun gave Yinglongwang a reproachful look, her eyes conveying the message, "That's enough, stop bullying the juniors." Yinglongwang coughed a few times, feeling a little guilty.

"Actually, it is indeed a new product for your dragon race!"

By now, Wei Wo Wu Shi had already adjusted his mindset and entered business-focused mode, speaking eloquently: "Our fried chicken receives top-notch reviews from both humans and demon cultivators! The Crimson Plains Cave has been placing long-term orders! Even the Quanxian Clan, who prefer milder flavors, loves it! In order to sell our fried chicken throughout the Guixu Realm, I think it's necessary to consider the opinions of your Jiaolong Clan!"

King Yinglong couldn't help but correct him, "It's the Dragon Clan, not the Flood Dragon Clan!"

Wei Wowu hurriedly apologized: "Ah! I'm sorry! I don't know much about your race, I'm so sorry!"

However, this was a rather embarrassing misunderstanding.

In fact, in the minds of human cultivators, they should be considered the "Jiaolong Clan," because besides those born with innate dragons, some "dragons" who cultivated later in life were also classified into the same race. However, these "dragons" who cultivated later in life were mostly not recognized by the dragon race.

Bloodline discrimination is one aspect, but another is that, like the Spring Immortals, the Dragon Clan still retains the ancient racial classification standard of distinguishing each other by clan. This is also the reason why the various races—or clans—within the Dragon Clan don't get along with each other.

However, in the eyes of human cultivators, whether they are the naturally born dragons from the dragon clans of Kunlun Hill, or the various demon cultivators outside who possess a diluted dragon bloodline and have transformed into dragons, they all resemble dragons or have the appearance of dragons. Therefore, they are all classified into one clan and collectively called the "Jiaolong Clan." The "Jiao" in "Jiaolong Clan" does not refer to the Jiaolong race within the dragon clan, but rather refers to those demon cultivators who have transformed into dragons.

The concept of humanity is actually known to all the dragons, but they are usually too carefree to bother with it. However, if it's explicitly stated in their minds, they will definitely argue about it.

“It’s alright,” Pingjun smiled gently, then asked, “Is that ‘Cuckoo Chicken City’ you mentioned far from here? Is it possible to make a round trip in one day? We have an appointment with your sect leader tomorrow, so if it’s too far, I’m afraid we won’t be able to visit.”

"Not far at all! It's not far at all!"

Wei Wu, in her excitement, raised her voice an octave: "We have a teleportation array! We'll get there in no time! It definitely won't delay your plans for tomorrow!"

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