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Chapter 511 Dragon Law (8,000 words)
Lord Xu not only coveted Murong Zunlong's body, but also his handicrafts.

The magic bell is a piece of junk.

However, the "Bridge to the Underworld" is different. The three-headed demon in the "Ten Thousand Souls Cloth" is leading a group of underlings and is becoming more and more like a big brother.

Moreover, after hiding under the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak, this ferocious creature seemed to regain its senses.

For example, this time, Xu Yuan was still considering the matter of the Xuanhuang Dragon Blood when the Three-Headed Demon interrupted his train of thought.

The three-headed demon conveyed a thought: it wanted to build a bridge to the underworld.

Xu Yuan frowned. "You need to figure out your place."

You are not a man of great fortune; you have no right to ask the master for anything.

The three-headed demons were inexplicable; they could only transmit a large, vague mass of thoughts.

Xu Yuan understood.

The meaning of the Three-Headed Demon is that this "Bridge to the Underworld" is located under the "Ten Thousand Souls Cloth" and acts like a command flag.

With this, the Three-Headed Demon can "establish a mountain" under the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak.

Currently, all the ghostly soldiers and fierce spirits within the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak are subservient to the Three-Headed Demon.

If it takes the Bridge to the Underworld, it will become the true "leader".

These ghostly soldiers are all its subordinates.

But the three great demons were also worried—if the master were to capture another great demon in the future, whose level was no less than their own, or even stronger, it would take their place.

With the "Bridge to the Underworld," the three great demons can at least retain their "territory."

Even if a new "fierce dragon" appears, the three-headed demon can still stand on equal footing.

Xu Yuan couldn't help but find it amusing.

Xu Yuan didn't think much of the "Bridge to the Underworld".

But this also piqued Xu Yuan's interest.

That "mirror of knowledge" is a good thing.

That cage is quite impressive!
These treasures are fit for my use!
Thinking of the cage, Xu Yuan's gaze fell on the Yellow-bodied Warbler.

It was pinned under Dafu's foot and remained motionless.

Murong Zunlong thought it was dead.

But Dafu was not easily fooled; its large webbed foot still tightly covered its entire head.

At this point, the yellow-bodied warbler could no longer keep up the act.

Because it had intermittent headaches.

One effect of the poison in Daifuku's saliva is extremely intense pain.

The yellow-bodied warbler trembled all over, chirping softly, its voice full of pleading and begging for mercy.

Dafu, however, refused to let it go, glaring at it and scrambling at its back.

Feathers flew everywhere.

The yellow-bodied warbler's cries grew louder.

"Alright," Xu Yuan advised.

“Gaga, ang—” Dafu said to Xu Yuan in a serious tone: We must not let it off lightly.

This guy is incredibly audacious; he wants to peck your eyes and eat your heart and liver.

Dafu's logic is direct and simple: If Fanzhezi dies, who will feed me?
Wouldn't I starve to death?
If I starve to death, who will support my family?
Won't all the geese and waterbirds at home starve to death?
Therefore—this fellow is extremely wicked!
Xu Yuan knew he couldn't persuade this blockhead, so he said, "You're right, you should punish it severely first."

Dafu nodded, then used his flat-beaked chisel to make the yellow warbler's yellow feathers fly wildly...

Xu Yuan's eyes widened—even Ma Tianshou, Xiang Qinghuai, and the others who were walking over were stunned.

Dafu's neck was like a bowstring, bobbing back and forth, leaving a trail of afterimages.

The goose's head and flat beak struck the yellow-bodied warbler rapidly, and in an instant, all the warbler's feathers were stripped off...

The yellow-bodied warbler's screams had turned into wailing.

Not only because of the excruciating pain, but also because of the humiliation.

It now looks like a plucked chicken, ready to be cooked.

Xu Yuan was a little puzzled, so he asked Dafu, "Are you going to eat it?"

Dafu glared at Fanzhezi reproachfully. "What are you saying? We're the same kind of creature. How could I eat it?"
You and Murong Zunlong are enemies, do you think you can eat him?
Xu Yuan then asked, "So what are you going to do with it?"

Dafu loosened his webbed feet and pushed the bare yellow warbler next to the rice trough.

Do whatever you want with it.

Daifu discovered a problem, but it didn't know how to deal with it.

Kill it?

Dafu spent a long time chiseling, but he only managed to remove all the feathers from the yellow-bodied warbler's body.

It couldn't be killed.

Saliva poison is effective, but it doesn't seem to kill it.

Dafu was at his wit's end.

Dafu would naturally pass on any problems he couldn't solve to Fanzhezi.

Lang Xiaoba was a simpleton. Upon seeing this, he excitedly said, "My lord, I will go and call Liu Hu over right away and ask him to take care of it. I will also invite Mr. Wenqi and Princess Ruicheng to enjoy the meal together!"
Just give me a chicken foot!

Huang Shenying was already in pain, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

Dafu chiseled it into a "featherless chicken" again, and it was in pain and angry at the same time—but Lang Xiaoba still had to humiliate it like this.

What did you mean by "chicken feet"? Even if you said "bird feet," the yellow-bodied warbler wouldn't be this angry.

It let out a loud "chirp" and flapped its wings, about to rush towards Lang Xiaoba.

Then I filmed it for ages but it wouldn't fly... How can it fly without feathers?
Lang Xiaoba was initially startled, but when he saw the Yellow-bodied Warbler flapping its bare wings in a helpless rage, he burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

The yellow-bodied warbler was even angrier.

Xu Yuan snapped his fingers, and the animal sinew rope flew out, wrapping around the yellow-bodied warbler's "chicken claws".

Just like before, the animal sinew rope passed through the body of the yellow-bodied oriole.

They still cannot come into contact with the Yellow-bodied Warbler.

Xu Yuan frowned, twisted the animal sinew rope, wrapped it around Dafu's neck, and pulled it back.

"Your own prisoners, you deal with them yourself."

It wasn't that Fan Zhezi didn't want to deal with it—the Yellow-bodied Oriole was extremely rare and precious, and Xu Yuan really wanted to subdue it—but he really couldn't handle it.

Daifu scratched its head with its wings.

I learned this move from Lang Xiaoba.

It didn't know what to do either...

Xu Yuan simply handed Huang Shenying over to Dafu and ignored her, then smiled and greeted Ma Tianshou and the others: "Old man, we still need to be prepared. Jia Yuan is still locked up by us, and the Murong family will not let this go."

Ma Tianshou had a bit of a headache, but he put it out of his mind and started celebrating: "Let's go to Qingfeng Restaurant at noon, it's my treat! I'm in a good mood today, everyone must toast Xiao Xu three times, hahaha!"

Xiang Qinghuai said, "I want to offer this to ten people to thank Ayuan for saving my family..."

Xu Yuan hurriedly said, "This matter was originally caused by me, so I'll treat you to a meal to calm Brother Xiang down."

The group left the yamen amidst laughter and chatter, heading towards Qingfeng Tower.

Only two birds remained on the training ground.

One has hair, and the other has no hair.

The yellow-bodied oriole looked at Dafu pitifully.

The yellow-bodied warbler realized it couldn't fly back.

Without feathers, it was trapped in this mortal world.

Even worse, it found itself seemingly left only to follow its aggrieved owner!
Huang Shenying dared not even imagine what would happen if she wandered outside naked!

Although Dafu and Xu Yuan were enemies, at least they didn't intend to kill him.

Dafu glanced at Huang Shenying with disdain and turned to leave.

The yellow-bodied warbler quickly followed.

Dafu suddenly changed direction—the yellow warbler immediately changed direction as well, still following behind.

Dafu swung its two large webbed feet and sped up, while the Yellow-bodied Warbler struggled to keep up.

"Gah!" Dafu roared.

Don't touch me!
The yellow-bodied warbler didn't speak, it just followed.

……

Her Highness returned to the inn, and soon after, someone from the Murong family came to report:
My young master is ill. We had arranged to meet Your Highness today, but I have to break my promise. I am extremely sorry.

His Highness showed no respect for the Murong family, laughing hysterically in front of them.

The Murong family felt deeply humiliated, but dared not go back to tell their young master.

The young master returned to "Tianrenju" and locked himself in his room.

If I tell him about this, won't the young master be furious?
……

According to the rules, those on duty at the Bureau of Purification are not allowed to drink alcohol.

But the old man was really happy today, so he took the lead and knowingly broke the rules.

But the happy time was short-lived and passed in a flash—when they returned to the yamen in the late afternoon, Ma Tianshou received orders from above to release Jia Yuan and the others.

Someone from the General Administration issued the order directly using the word "Heminglu".

Xu Yuan asked, "Which one from headquarters?"

"It is Lord Mi Yun, the Right Vice Minister of the General Administration."

Xu Yuan nodded. This was one of the top five bigwigs in the General Administration.

Ma Tianshou sighed deeply.

The Right Vice Minister patiently advised Ma Tianshou in the whistling wind, "Don't make things worse," otherwise there would be no way to handle it.

Xu Yuan was also somewhat unwilling, so he quietly found a quiet room and used the whistling wheel to contact Mr. Feng Si.

Mr. Feng then asked him, "Did you suffer a loss?"

"That's not true."

Not only did they not suffer a loss, they actually gained a great advantage.

He gave Jia Yuan a severe beating and then humiliated Murong Zunlong in the competition.

Mr. Feng: "Then what are you still unwilling to accept? Hurry up and get rid of Jia Yuan. Locking him up will only keep trouble by your side."

Xu Yuan thought to himself: That's right, we've gotten a great deal, so of course we should get rid of this trouble as soon as possible.

"Hehe, the old senior really sees things clearly."

Xu Yuan immediately went out and advised the old man: "Release them, release them, release them quickly."

Xiang Qinghuai, of course, had no objections.

Although the family members were inexplicably frightened, the interrogation experts in the yamen were extremely ruthless towards Jia Yuan and the others last night, intentionally avenging Lord Xiang.

Ma Tianshou was initially worried that Xu Yuan wouldn't understand, but now that Xu Yuan had offered to release the person, he waved his hand and said, "Let him go."

Covered in wounds, Jia Yuan and the others helped each other out of the Exorcism Bureau and limped back to Tianrenju.

Jia Yuan was seething with anger, and upon returning, he shouted, "I want to see the young master!"

However, Murong You told them, "Young Master has already given instructions that you should recover from your injuries as soon as you return."

Jia Yuan was stunned. What did that mean? When had our Hualong family ever suffered such humiliation?

Murong Zunlong certainly did not give such an order. In fact, since losing to Xu Yuan, Murong Zunlong has not spoken a single word to anyone.

This was Murong You's own decision.

But it was also for the young master's sake.

Young Master certainly doesn't want to see Jia Yuan right now.

Even if we met, what could we do? Young Master is currently powerless to avenge Jia Yuan.

Murong You pulled Jia Yuan away and quietly told him about what had happened that morning.

Jia Yuan was dumbfounded. He couldn't beat Xu Yuan, but he thought that the young master would definitely be able to teach that madman a lesson.

"This, this..." Jia Yuan stammered, finally asking, "So we're just going to suffer this in silence?"

"How could that be?" Murong You said, "Let's wait and see, young master will surely have a plan."

In the evening, Song Weiming arrived.

Murong You told him that the young master did not receive guests.

But Song Weiming insisted on knocking on the door, and the room was quiet with no one responding.

Song Weiming knocked for a while longer, and seeing that Murong Zunlong still hadn't responded, he said from outside the door, "Young Master, I have a way to make you proud."

After waiting a moment, the door creaked open, and Song Weiming slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

……

In the evening, His Highness sent someone to summon Xu Yuan back.

Xu Yuan accompanied the prince to Luocheng, intending to stay at the yamen (government office).

But His Highness refused, insisting that he stay at the post station with him.

Xu Yuan thought His Highness had something to discuss with him, so he rushed back to the inn before dark. However, His Highness casually said, "You were brought by me, so of course you should stay by my side and protect my safety."

Xu Yuan touched his nose, deciding it didn't matter anymore; he didn't care where he lived.

He bowed to His Highness, took his leave, and departed.

As he reached the door, he heard His Highness casually say behind him, "In the future, stay away from those crude martial arts practitioners."

Xu Yuan looked puzzled.

After releasing Jia Yuan, Lord Xu had nothing to do in the yamen, so Lang Xiaoba and Ji Shuangqiu sparred with the martial arts instructors in the Southern Bureau.

One of them was a female martial arts practitioner whose skill level was as high as fifth-rate.

He was born different from ordinary martial arts practitioners. Although he was also tall and robust, his physique had not changed.

Moreover, she was exceptionally beautiful, with a face as lovely as a peach blossom.

With her in charge, Lang Xiaoba and Ji Shuangqiu certainly couldn't gain any advantage.

But these two stubborn guys kept fighting, losing time and time again, but never giving up.

Xu Yuan watched with a smile, and unable to resist the urge to try his skills, he went down and exchanged a few moves with the female martial artist.

Xu Yuan returned to his room, secretly thinking, "There's a traitor among my men!"

The identity of the mole is obvious!
Liu Hu!

Xu Yuan shook his head with a wry smile, took a shower and lay down, but his eyes remained wide open, showing no signs of sleepiness.

All he could think about was how to secretly kill Murong Zunlong!

"The Xuanhuang Dragon Blood is indeed difficult to obtain..."

"I need a scapegoat."

……

The next morning, someone came to visit Xu Yuan.

"It is Lord Zhu Yangshun of the Mountain and River Division."

Xu Yuan hurriedly came out to meet him.

Zhu Yangshun had just returned from Hue a few days ago.

Upon their meeting, Zhu Yangshun was exceptionally warm and kept asking, "How is my daughter doing in Champa?"

“When the siblings returned home, they all said that Lord Xu had taken good care of them.”

“My daughter has been spoiled since she was little. If she does anything wrong, tell me and I will scold her later.”

Xu Yuan responded with a humbly reply.

Finally, Zhu Yangshun said, "These past few days... Lord Song Weiming, the commander of the Jiaozhi Office of the Shanhe Division, has been in Luocheng."

But he lived a secluded life, and it was unknown what purpose he had come to Luocheng.

Xu Yuan's heart stirred, and he understood Zhu Yangshun's implication.

Why was Song Weiming in Luocheng?
Murong Zunlong happened to arrive in Luocheng as well.

After seeing Zhu Yangshun off, Xu Yuan thought to himself: Now we have someone to take the blame.
Xu Yuan saw Zhu Yangshun to the gate, where they ran into members of the Murong family, who were there to deliver another invitation to His Highness. Murong Zunlong planned to pay his respects to His Highness that afternoon.

Princess Ruicheng was somewhat irritated: "Who does he think he is? Does he think I have to see him just because he sent an invitation?"

Mr. Cao stood to the side, sighed, and said, "Your Highness, the Imperial Clan Court asked me through He Minglu yesterday when you would be returning."

Princess Ruicheng raised her eyebrows: "Who cares? I can play as long as I want!"

Because she had no choice but to see Murong Zunlong, her "magic" had shown signs of decline in the past two days.

Mr. Cao: "Then... how should we respond to Murong Zunlong?"

His Highness's eyes lit up: "Let's set off for Champa today."

"This..." Mr. Cao smiled wryly, "This old minister obeys."

……

Mr. Cao came out and ordered several boxes to be placed in the hall before calling over the Murong family members who had delivered the invitation.

His Highness just came up with a crooked idea on a whim, but Mr. Cao needs to handle it properly to save His Highness's face.

Mr. Cao pointed to the boxes and said, "Unfortunately, His Highness gave the order yesterday to return to Champa today."

My luggage isn't packed yet, so I can only leave this afternoon.

Go back and tell Young Master Murong Zunlong that if he is willing, he should come to Champa to pay his respects.

The man then kowtowed and left.

If His Highness had simply given a single sentence, and it had been spread around, it might have been misrepresented by some people with ulterior motives as: His Highness had been "scared" away by Murong Zunlong.

Although it demonstrates His Highness's intention to refuse, it is still not good for his reputation.

Mr. Cao was also unhappy.

Murong Zunlong was being far too aggressive.

He was beaten by Lord Xu yesterday, and today he shamelessly comes back again?

"It still has to be Xu Yuan to deal with you!" Mr. Cao thought to himself, then stroked his beard and pondered: How can I make things easier for Lord Xu so that he can deal with Murong Zunlong without restraint?
Mr. Cao personally went to inform Xu Yuan: "Your Highness must return to Champa immediately."

He added, unusually, that "it was all because Murong Zunlong forced us to do it."

Xu Yuan said, "Please plead with His Highness on my behalf, sir. I have some private matters to attend to in Luo City. Please go ahead, Your Highness. I will return as soon as I have finished my business."

Mr. Cao smiled and said, "Okay."

Mr. Cao then tried his best to persuade His Highness, who reluctantly agreed. After lunch, His Highness's carriage left Luocheng, boarded a ship at the dock outside the city, and returned to Champa along the canal.

When we arrived, we took a car, but because Xu Yuan was with us, we didn't feel tired from the journey.

I wouldn't be in the mood to go back; traveling by boat is definitely more comfortable than by carriage.

……

Xu Yuan moved back to the Jiaozhi Southern Office in a grand manner.

Murong Zunlong did not leave as expected.

Xu Yuan, however, was in no hurry to take action.

Find Dafu and have it "subdue" some informants.

Dafu really dislikes doing this kind of thing.

But Dafu rolled its eyes, squawked, and pointed to its rear end with the tip of its wing.

Xu Yuan had already seen it; the featherless yellow-bodied warbler was following Da Fu closely.

Dafu's meaning was clear: This guy keeps bothering me, so I'm not being discreet.

It kept following Dafu and couldn't be driven away.

Dafu felt ashamed.

I'm too embarrassed to go out.

Xu Yuan thought for a moment and then summoned "Dreams Come True".

Huang Shenying looked at the open car door with a mixture of belief and doubt.

But its main problem now is that it had nowhere to stay, so it boarded the carriage—and it actually managed to get in!
Huang Shenying cheered, and Xu Yuan closed the car door from the outside.

Dafu had previously tried to put the yellow-bodied warbler in various baskets, wooden boxes, and cloth bags.

But none of these things could "accommodate" the Yellow-bodied Warbler.

Just like Xu Yuan's sword thread, it pierced right through the yellow-skinned oriole.

But I never expected that "dreams come true" could be accommodated.

After Huang Shenying went inside, the carriage swayed back and forth a couple of times, as if she liked it very much.

Xu Yuan, puzzled, knocked on the carriage.

It was completely quiet inside.

The carriage was completely isolated from the outside world, and the yellow-skinned oriole was oblivious to everything outside.

Xu Yuan asked tentatively, "You didn't eat this bird, did you?"

"Dreams Come True" twists left and right twice.

They denied it.

Xu Yuan was even more confused: You can't eat it, so why are you so happy?
"Dreams come true" - no answer.

Xu Yuan didn't care about any of that and ordered Dafu, "Go quickly."

……

In the courtyard of "Tianrenju", there is a pine forest.

This pine forest existed even without Tianrenju, and the old trees in it are over a hundred years old.

In one of the trees lived a timid and honest squirrel.

I didn't bother or offend anyone today, but a big white goose grabbed me and beat me up!
Then he went home crying, spending his days and nights worrying about the big white goose and watching over the group of people living in the courtyard below.

The little squirrel's face was swollen on one side, and its eyes were constantly filled with tears.

A bamboo viper silently climbed up the tree trunk, its cold eyes fixed on the little squirrel in the tree hole.

Once it reaches the hunting distance, it suddenly leaps out like a green bamboo arrow, shooting straight at the little squirrel.

The little squirrel was staring at the crowd in the courtyard below, its back to the bamboo viper.

The venomous snake opened its mouth to bite—and suddenly a gaping maw with ten feet of fangs appeared on the squirrel's back!
From the back of its head to its tail, it is more than a foot long when it is spread out!
Inside, there are hundreds of tiny, sharp fangs layered upon each other.

As if it were being fed willingly, the bamboo viper plunged headfirst into its large mouth.

Chewing sounds came from inside the tree hollow.

The bamboo viper was still half-dragged outside the tree hole, writhing in its death throes.

Yet it still gradually disappeared piece by piece into the tree hole.

The little squirrel didn't move an inch, still staring tearfully at the yard below, its face full of heartbreaking grievance.

……

Xu Yuan was in no hurry to act because he guessed that if Song Weiming colluded with Murong Zunlong, then his target would definitely be him.

They will actively scheme against themselves.

Once they make a move, my opportunity will come.

But before that, Xu Yuan also needs to make some preparations.

It was already dark, but the little squirrel was still diligently keeping watch in the tree hole.

It dared not slack off; that big white goose was too fierce, and its attacks really hurt.

I've seen and heard a lot in my life, but this is the first time I've encountered someone so wild and unruly.

The courtyard below quickly quieted down.

The twenty-odd people went to rest.

Suddenly, the little squirrel saw a figure silently appear in the alley behind the yard.

The figure stood there, almost perfectly blending into the darkness.

If the little squirrel hadn't been exceptionally familiar with everything around Tianrenju, it felt it might not have even been able to spot this person.

A moment later, the man gently raised his hand—and an ancient temple rose up as if from a shadow.

The little squirrel was so frightened that it shrank back into the tree hole.

It instinctively felt that the figure was even more terrifying than the big white goose!
I've been having a really bad year lately, encountering such ominous creatures one after another!
It scared the evil spirit to death.

……

Jia Yuan and the others were still injured and felt uncomfortable lying in bed, groaning in pain and unable to fall asleep for a while.

Jia Yuan and Murong You shared a room.

The rest of the guards mostly lived in rooms of four.

When people can't sleep, they tend to overthink.

Jia Yuan was the same.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

Then, as I thought about it more and more, I felt it made more and more sense, and I felt compelled to speak out.

He managed to turn over, glanced up at Murong You on the opposite bed, and coughed.

Murong You did not react.

Jia Yuan thought he was asleep and was about to let it go.

But after thinking about it for a while, I felt even more compelled to speak my mind.

"Ayou," he called out.

Murong You was also not asleep.

He was someone who would fall asleep the moment his head hit the bed.

But tonight, when I was half asleep in bed, a "thought" suddenly popped into my head.

I don't know why, but as I followed this "thought," I felt that my guess made a lot of sense, and I hesitated whether I should remind the young master tomorrow?
But I'm young, and I have Uncle Yuan above me. Uncle Yuan hasn't said anything. Could it be that I'm overthinking it?
What if my words displease the young master...

Upon hearing Jia Yuan's call, Murong You opened his eyes: "Uncle Yuan, what would you like? Would you like some water?"

He shared a room with the wounded, so of course he had to take care of them.

"Drink a sip."

Murong You got up, poured a cup of cold tea, and brought it to Jia Yuan.

Jia Yuan sat up, took a sip, and his eyes gleamed in the darkness: "You... do you really think this Lord Song Weiming is here to help us?"

Murong You was a little excited. Could it be that Uncle Yuan and I had the same idea?
“This…” He hesitated, but being young and impulsive, he said directly, “These officials don’t get up early for nothing. I don’t believe he’s so kind as to come here specifically to help us.”

Jia Yuan nodded: "We're probably being used by someone."

Jia Yuan touched his wounds, somewhat annoyed: "If I were to risk my life for the young master, I would not complain even if I were to be skinned alive. But being used by that Song guy, I feel it's not worth it with all these injuries."

Murong You nodded repeatedly: "Uncle Yuan, what exactly is the purpose of that man surnamed Song?"

Jia Yuan slowly shook his head: "I can't explain it either. But we need to find an opportunity to persuade the young master tomorrow, so that he won't be led by the nose by that man surnamed Song."

Murong You then said, "I have some ideas, but I don't know if they're right."

"You said."

"In my opinion, there are only two possibilities regarding Song's target. One is, of course, to deal with Xu Yuan, which aligns with our goals. The other..." He drawled, slowly saying, "Do you think it's possible that he wants us and Xu Yuan to fight to the death?"

Jia Yuan froze: "You mean... his target is us? Why? We are the Dragon Transformation Family."

Murong You asked in a low voice, "Uncle Yuan, how did the Dragon Transformation Families in this world come about?"

Jia Yuan fell silent.

The earliest families to become dragons were chosen by the Dragon King of the Grand Canal, who bestowed upon them the "Dragon Transformation Method".

There are only three in total.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the eldest son of one of the families had already cultivated the Dragon Transformation Technique to the fifth level, but he fell in love with a mortal woman and refused to marry into the royal family.

This angered the Dragon King.

The Dragon King raised his head from the river outside the main wharf of the Northern Capital Canal.

The decree was proclaimed to the world: Whoever can slay this person will be granted the "Dragon Transformation Technique" and his family will be elevated to the status of a Dragon Transformation Family.

Driven by greed, four men conspired to kill the eldest son of the family.

Four weapons simultaneously pierced the son's body.

The Dragon King saw through everything and flew into a rage.

However, in order to keep his promise, he still bestowed four copies of the "Dragon Transformation Method", turning all four families into Dragon Transformation Families.

However, their dragon transformation technique was incomplete, only reaching the fourth level.

But this also led to the creation of a "Dragon Law".

If any descendant of a family that has transformed into a dragon cultivates the "Dragon Transformation Method" but commits an act of disobeying the Dragon King, everyone has the right to kill them!

Then, based on merit and reward, he was granted the Dragon Transformation Technique, ranging from the lowest sixth-class to the highest first-class.

However, over the past hundred years, very few people have dared to defy the Dragon King, and not many people know about this "Dragon Law".

But Jia Yuan and Murong You are both from the Hualong family, and they will never forget the sword of law hanging over their heads.

The two murmured this anecdote, and Jia Yuan guessed, "The Song family has its eye on us, and wants to become a dragon-transforming family too? But... our family has done nothing wrong."

Murong You sneered: "Frame-up—how ​​many times has the Shanhe Division done this kind of thing?"

Jia Yuan was still somewhat incredulous: "If we do something like this and His Majesty finds out, we'll be utterly destroyed, with no hope of redemption!"

For some reason, Murong You's thoughts were exceptionally clear tonight.

He wasn't very confident in his guess at first, but as Uncle Yuan questioned him and refined his theory, he blurted out, "Uncle Yuan, think about it, is it better to have too many or too few dragon-transforming families in the world?"

Jia Yuan was taken aback.

Murong You: "What I mean is, for Your Majesty, is more or less better?"

Jia Yuan hesitated to answer.

Murong You said to himself, "One hundred and fifty years ago, there were only three Dragon Transformation Families. But how many imperial families are there in the world?"

Was the eldest son who fell in love with a mortal woman truly so unconventional and incapable of accepting His Majesty's arrangements?

Jia Yuan looked surprised:

Back then, the Dragon King of the Grand Canal only supported three families that had transformed into dragons.

It's probably not that they don't want more companies to come, but rather that the strange era has just begun, and the Dragon King doesn't dare to be too blatant, so he's controlling the number.

Fifty years from now, if we want to expand the number of Dragon Transformation Families, we'll need a reason...

Were the Dragon King truly enraged when the four of them joined forces to kill the eldest son?

Perhaps he was secretly delighted!

Jia Yuan thought about it again: those four families back then continued to make contributions for more than ten years afterward. Every time the Dragon King rewarded them for their merits, he did not bestow treasures but the subsequent "Dragon Transformation Method".

In less than twenty years, the four families' "Dragon Transformation Method" was completed!
Currently, there are ten families in the world that have transformed into dragons.

Murong You continued, "Uncle Yuan, do you think it's possible that the man surnamed Song received information through certain channels that His Majesty wants to further increase the number of families that have transformed into dragons?"

"And at this time, even if His Majesty sees through what the Song family is doing, he will pretend not to know and instead promote the Song family?"

Jia Yuan immediately raised his hand and covered Murong You's mouth.

But in the darkness, the two looked at each other, their eyes flashing.

After a long silence, Jia Yuan slowly spoke: "From now on, no matter what suggestions that man surnamed Song makes to the young master, you and I must be careful in secret and not let the young master suffer any losses!"

"Ok!"

The two ended their conversation and lay down.

Murong You had completely fallen into his own mental loop. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The more he thought about it, the more "suspicious points" he found in Song Weiming's actions over the past few days, which corroborated his conclusion.

Jia Yuan was also shocked by Murong You's idea, completely ignoring the fact that Murong You was so "clever" this time.

Xu Yuan had achieved his goal. He quietly took the ancient temple, suppressed the effect of the "Ruling the World" destiny, and left the back alley without a sound.

"Originally, it was just to sow suspicion between the two of them."

"I didn't expect to gain anything like this." Xu Yuan thought to himself, "The Dragon Law... I might be able to make use of it."

Jia Yuan was experienced after all; Xu Yuan had only planted a thought in his mind and hadn't done anything else.

However, Murong You was given more "guidance" several times.

Otherwise, how could Murong You be so "clever"?
(End of this chapter)