Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Yan Shaozhe, what are you doing? How did you manage to make the teacher faint?" Xian Lin'er, who had just arrived, looked at Yan Shaozhe angrily and questioned him.

"Lin'er!" Old Song glared at Xian Lin'er, signaling her to shut up, before turning to Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe, "What exactly are you two up to?"

Xuanzi didn't hide anything—after all, the deed had already happened, and there was no point in hiding such things.

When all the elders present heard Xuanzi's words, their faces were filled with disbelief. Everyone stared intently at Xuanzi and asked in unison, "Are you two crazy?"

Although Elder Song did not know how Elder Mu was injured, in the current situation, these two still dared to provoke Elder Mu, and in such a way—what on earth is wrong with the Sea God Pavilion?
"Yan Shaozhe, are you out of your mind? If you make him the master of the Sea God Pavilion, the Sea God Pavilion will be doomed!" Xian Lin'er angrily stepped forward and grabbed Yan Shaozhe's sleeve, her eyes looking like she wanted to devour him.

At this moment, some of the elders also looked at the two with dissatisfaction.

The person they truly trusted was Moon, not these two guys.

Xuanzi is indeed capable, but his actions over the past few years have greatly disappointed the elders; as for Yan Shaozhe, if he were to become the Sea God Pavilion Master, the future of Shrek Academy would be ruined in his hands sooner or later!

Faced with Xian Lin'er's questioning, Yan Shaozhe dared not meet her gaze and subconsciously looked at Long Xiaoyao beside him.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyao sighed inwardly, but still stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Their desire to become the Sea God Pavilion Master is not only their own, but I also support them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the elders present focused their attention on Long Xiaoyao.

When Old Song saw that it was Long Xiaoyao who was speaking, his tone was respectful, yet tinged with a hint of doubt: "Old Long, why are you going along with their nonsense?"

The next Sea God Pavilion Master had already been decided, with Mo Yan as the leader. The elders had also seen through Elder Mu's plan long ago—Elder Mu wanted to use this to win over that family. But now... how did things turn out like this?
"It's just a family, and you're all so scared? Is this still the legendary Shrek Academy?"

Before he finished speaking, Long Xiaoyao instantly released the aura of a Limit Douluo.

Feeling this overwhelming pressure, all the elders present fell silent instantly.

Seeing that the elders remained silent, Long Xiaoyao was quite satisfied and continued, "As for the pressure from that family, I, as a Limit Douluo, will handle it. You don't need to worry about it!"

Elders: ? ? ?
They all stared at Long Xiaoyao in disbelief, unable to understand why this senior was so supportive of Yan Shaozhe.

Seeing that the elders remained silent, Long Xiaoyao said no more and turned to leave—he felt that things should be about over here, and that he could talk to Mu En properly when he woke up and resolve the issue.

"Ancestor Xuan, where are you?"

Just then, Bei Bei's voice came from outside. Long Xiaoyao recognized it immediately; it was his beloved disciple's voice, and it even sounded a little choked up. What was going on?

He immediately strode out, and as soon as he stepped outside, he saw Beibei running towards him hurriedly with a soul tool in her hand.

As soon as Beibei saw Long Xiaoyao, she quickened her pace and rushed over, saying urgently, "Teacher, please help me! Xiaoya... Ya, she... she..."

"Speak slowly, don't rush, make your point clear," Long Xiaoyao quickly reassured him.

Beibei handed the recording device to Long Xiaoyao, her hands trembling as she pressed the play button again.

Tang Ya's tearful plea for help rang out immediately, and Bei Bei quickly said, "Teacher, please help me! I need the Dragon Pill; only the Dragon Pill can save Xiao Ya!"

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao was stunned on the spot—when did he become a wishing well? First, Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe asked him to help them compete for the position of Sea God Pavilion Master, and now his own disciple asked him to exchange Dragon Pills for women. Where would he find such a thing as Dragon Pills?

"Beibei, could it be that the voice in this soul tool is fake, and someone is lying to you?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Bei Bei shook her head frantically, her voice trembling violently with excitement. "Xiao Ya's voice was so gentle, I'll never forget it in my life!"

"Teacher, please help me!"

Looking at his disciple who was completely flustered, Long Xiaoyao realized that just a few recordings had made him lose his composure.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This child is indeed more devoted than Mu En and I were back then!"

It's lamentable, but where can one find a dragon core? On the continent today, for a dragon-type soul beast to condense a dragon core, it needs at least 100,000 years of cultivation; and dragon soul beasts that are over 100,000 years old are no less powerful than ferocious beasts. How easy is it to obtain a dragon core from them?
"Beibei, this dragon pill might not be so easy to find. Tell your teacher, who gave you this soul tool?"

"It appeared out of thin air."

"Appeared out of thin air?" A thought flashed through Long Xiaoyao's mind in an instant—a spatial attribute martial soul! He was very familiar with this attribute. Back when Sheng Yangyue suppressed their era, he relied on the terrifying spatial martial soul and was invincible all the way.

Now, when he encountered something related to spatial attributes again, he suddenly felt it was somewhat tricky.

He reached out and took the soul tool, trying to sense whether there was any residual spatial attribute aura, but he quickly discovered that there was no trace of soul power attribute left on the soul tool.

"Beibei, this matter is probably a bit troublesome. Could you try to contact the person behind it all and discuss whether it's possible to exchange it for something else?"

"But Xiaoya's voice made it very clear that without the Dragon Pill, there's no way to contact the other party!" At this point, Beibei had already lost his mind. In his eyes, without Xiaoya, his life had lost all meaning, and living was no different from being a walking corpse!
Seeing that his disciple was completely flustered, Long Xiaoyao felt that this was inappropriate, but then he thought back to when he was young, hadn't he also been impulsive like this? So he softened his tone: "But even if your teacher wanted to help you find the Dragon Pill, it would take quite a while!"

"I remember that Xuanzu had a dragon core!"

Long Xiaoyao: ? ? ?
At this moment, Yan Shaozhe and the elders also came out from inside and happened to hear the conversation between the two.

Their expressions were a mixture of shock and bewilderment—Long Xiaoyao, with the bloodline of the Dark Holy Dragon, had actually taken Beibei, with the bloodline of the Light Holy Dragon, as his disciple. What a peculiar master-disciple combination!

Moreover, it seems they've also heard about the "Dragon Pill"!
"What happened?" Yan Shaozhe stepped forward and asked.

When Beibei saw so many elders arrive, she felt as if she had grasped a lifeline and hurriedly played Tang Ya's distress recording again.

After hearing this, the elders looked at Bei Bei with helplessness in their eyes—why should a Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul be worth exchanging a Dragon Pill for? Does she deserve it?
Yan Shaozhe immediately spoke up to persuade her, "Beibei, the Dragon Pill is the most precious thing your teacher has. A Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has no right to use the Dragon Pill to exchange for it!" Yan Shaozhe absolutely would not allow such wasteful behavior; moreover, he and Elder Xuan had already angered their Martial Uncle to such an extent. If this matter of Beibei's reached their Martial Uncle's ears, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Hearing Yan Shaozhe's reprimand, Beibei hurriedly turned to Long Xiaoyao, pleading with a tearful voice, "Teacher, please help me, I can't lose Xiaoya!"

"Elder Long, you can't let him run wild!" Xuanzi stepped forward to advise him. He shared the same thought as Yan Shaozhe—his uncle had already been angered to this extent. If Beibei caused any more trouble, his uncle might really be in mortal danger!

Long Xiaoyao remained silent, simply watching his disciple, who was filled with anxiety and mad with love...

...(End of chapter)