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Chapter 490 This isn't selling blood, it's practically printing money!
Upon hearing Ao Bing's translation, the golden dragon perked up, but its expression instantly became hesitant.

Ye Fan knew it was already tempted, so he smiled and waved, handing over all the Divine Source Bottles.

The golden dragon slightly opened its mouth, its dragon eyes staring intently at the jar of true dragon blood. After struggling for a moment, it still couldn't resist and plunged into the dragon blood.

"Ang~"

Watching the little golden dragon swimming happily and absorbing the dragon's blood, everyone couldn't help but smile.

Only Ao Bing had a strange expression. Looking at the jar of shimmering true dragon blood, a sense of dread and unease rose in his heart.

But as he looked, he suddenly frowned and muttered something to himself, as if something was amiss:

"Wait a minute, why does this aura of true dragon blood feel strangely familiar?"

"Oh, this is your third uncle Ao Qin's blood!"

"what?"

Ao Bing was stunned, his voice trembling as he asked, "Third Uncle... he also sold his blood?"

Ye Fan sighed and said, "There's nothing we can do. The bloodline of the Four Seas Dragon Kings is the purest. If my Red Dust Immortal Palace wants to take the high-end route, we can only be ripped off by your two uncles!"

At this point, he couldn't help but look pained and muttered a complaint, "Don't underestimate this small amount. Just this one can of dragon blood cost my third uncle several thousand Heavenly Coins!"

"...Tao Shao?!"

Ao Bing suddenly raised his voice.

Ye Fan was startled and stared at him blankly, saying, "Three...three thousand five hundred."

Ao Bing's eyes widened as he turned to look at the jar of dragon blood and said:
"That's less than five liters, right?"

"Five liters can sell for 3,500 Heavenly Coins?!"

Xiao Yan, standing nearby, nodded and said, "Yes, it's around six to seven hundred per liter, and that's the price at my Pill Pavilion too!"

Ye Fan added, "Of course, it has to be the bloodline of the Four Seas Dragon Kings. Your older brother, cousin, older sister, and younger sister would be a level lower, around four or five hundred."

"..."

Ao Bing fell silent.

Five hundred per liter—it doesn't seem like much at first glance.

But once you've seen their true dragon bodies, you'll know just how outrageous the price really is—

They are all real dragons!
The main body is often ten or even dozens of feet long.

Five liters of dragon blood were nothing to them!
Ao Bing could even say without reservation that if his third uncle were to casually pluck a few dragon scales from his body, the amount of blood seeping from the skin alone would be about that much.

"..."

Ao Bing swallowed hard, finally understanding why his third uncle, the mighty Dragon King of the South Sea, had to sell his blood.

This isn't selling blood, it's practically printing money!
At this price, even he couldn't afford it!

After a moment of silence, Ao Bing said quietly, "And what about me?"

"..."

Xiao Yan and Ye Fan looked at each other in bewilderment.

The latter's expression turned serious, and he solemnly instructed, "Brother Ao, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents. How can you, the third prince of the East Sea Dragon King, abandon your dignity and sell your dragon blood?"

Ao Bing: "..."

You really have no right to say that.
Ao Bing rolled his eyes and simply said, "Just tell me if you'll accept it or not!"

"Brother Ao, you are my dearest friend and brother!"

Ye Fan's expression was complicated. After a long sigh, he said firmly, "One thousand, at least one thousand!"

Ao Bing said with dissatisfaction, "Only a thousand?"

Ye Fan blinked and tentatively asked, "How about 1200?"

Xiao Yan was exasperated and couldn't help but interrupt, "You two, that's enough. Is this the time to talk about this?"

"..."

Ye Fan and Ao Bing looked at each other in bewilderment.

The former nodded and said, "Then let's go back and talk."

Xiao Yan held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help himself and whispered, "I can also give you 1,200. Brother Ao, if you really want to sell your blood, don't forget to consider your brother Xiao's Pill Pavilion!"

I knew it!

Ao Bing glanced at him disdainfully, then turned his gaze to the True Dragon Elixir of Immortality.

At this moment, the golden dragon had absorbed most of the true dragon blood, and the dragon pearl it had swallowed earlier was also spat out, shining brightly in its mouth.

Looking at the golden dragon's round belly, Ye Fan felt both heartache and relief.

He handed the divine source to the golden dragon and said with a smile, "Not bad, right?"

"Ang~"

The golden dragon let out a joyful cry and somersaulted onto the divine source.

Does this mean she's willing to go with him?

Ye Fan was overjoyed and immediately carried the divine source and the golden dragon to the plant that was the main body of the divine medicine.

The plant took root on a huge piece of divine energy, standing before the vermilion ancient coffin.

Gazing at the mysterious ancient coffin, the Holy Prince felt a pang of fear. He immediately stopped Tu Fei and the others with a solemn expression, not daring to let them follow Ye Fan forward.

Only Xiao Yan, Hei Huang, and Ji Ziyue were outside the Holy Prince's range of obstruction.

Because these three people all have many secrets that he cannot see through, especially Xiao Yan, whose level of mystery far exceeds that of the other two. Even though his cultivation level and combat power are not high, he can still make the Holy Prince feel wary.

And so, the three people and the dog approached the vermilion coffin.

Ye Fan and Xiao Yan glanced at the ancient coffin with trepidation.

The former muttered under his breath, "The True Dragon Immortal Elixir has already recognized me as its master. This is a formal recognition of mastery, not theft!" Xiao Yan nodded repeatedly, while glancing around as if searching for someone's whereabouts.

"What are you muttering about?"

The Black Emperor complained, then his eyes lit up as he stared at the True Dragon Elixir of Immortality and said, "Why aren't you hurrying to grab the treasure and run away?"

"Why did you follow me here?"

Ye Fan was startled and quickly warned, "We'll be done soon, so I'm warning you, don't do anything funny!"

The Black Emperor was furious and glared at him, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'm that kind of dog?"

"Is not it?"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes.

Xiao Yan and Ji Ziyue, who were standing nearby, nodded without hesitation, agreeing with Ye Fan's assessment.

"Defamation! I'll sue you for defamation!"

Black King protested angrily, but to no avail.

Ye Fan and Xiao Yan joined forces to lift it up and throw it hundreds of meters away before turning their attention back to the True Dragon Immortal Elixir.

"So, are you helping the little guy move, or are you taking the Divine Source along with him?"

"nonsense!"

Ye Fan waved his hand, releasing golden light that enveloped the divine source and the plant. His eyes gleamed as he said, "It cost me a jar of true dragon blood, so I should at least get my money's worth, right?"

Golden light enveloped everything, intertwining into Dao patterns that imprisoned the divine source and the plant.

Ye Fan proceeded cautiously, trying his best to remove the entire divine source without disturbing the ancient coffin.

After about half an incense stick's time, Ye Fan finally uprooted the entire True Dragon Immortal Medicine.

Looking at the golden plant shimmering in his hand, and the little golden dragon digesting the dragon blood while lying on the divine source, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile and waved happily:

"Brothers, hurry up!"

"Om!!"

Before the words were finished, the vermilion coffin suddenly began to shake violently.

Ye Fan's smile froze, and he hurriedly retreated rapidly while clutching the two pieces of divine source, looking at the ancient coffin with suspicion and uncertainty.

The vermilion coffin trembled violently, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from it, sweeping over the entire body in an instant and sending a dark shadow clinging to the bottom of the coffin flying.

The black shadow shot out and transformed into a large, irritating black dog in front of everyone.

It really was that damned dog!

Ye Fan, Xiao Yan, and the others stared wide-eyed at the Black Emperor, saying:
"You damn dog, what kind of trouble are you causing now?!"

"So I still can't do it..."

Black Emperor steadied himself, muttered a couple of things, and then, meeting everyone's gazes, chuckled awkwardly:

"Since we're already here, this vermilion ancient coffin..."

"I'm so angry!"

Ye Fan was furious and cursed, "You damned dog, you want to steal the coffin?!"

Black Emperor chuckled awkwardly, about to make a fuss, when suddenly his expression changed drastically. He glanced back at the vermilion coffin behind him, then turned tail and hurriedly ran towards Ye Fan and the others.

"Run! This ancient coffin—"

"boom!"

Before the words were finished, the vermilion coffin suddenly trembled.

A terrifying wisp of imperial might detached from the coffin, instantly shattering the void as it hurtled towards them.

Wherever it passed, space collapsed and the dragon's energy dissipated!
Ye Fan and the others, who were closest to the coffin, felt their scalps tingle and were extremely terrified.

Even those with physical strength as great as Ye Fan and Xiao Yan felt that great calamity was about to befall them. It seemed that their flesh and blood were being frantically squeezed by the Emperor's might, and they would explode in the next second!
Sensing the deadly danger ahead, everyone in the Celestial Palace was both shocked and furious, wishing they could immediately skin the dead dog, shred its flesh, and turn it into a dog meat hot pot.

Ye Fan and Xiao Yan, anxious and impatient, exchanged a glance and finally couldn't hold back any longer, shouting in unison:

"Brother, stop watching the show!"

This is no joke!
Upon hearing the words, everyone in the Celestial Palace was taken aback.

Only Ji Ziyue's almond-shaped eyes widened, her face filled with wild joy, as if she had already realized the meaning behind those words.

The next second, the void in front of the vermilion coffin shattered with a roar, and swirling spatial turbulence converged into a pitch-black vortex that seemed as deep as an abyss, stretching out in front of everyone.

"Don't rush~"

A slightly lazy, laughing voice came from the vortex black hole.

Immediately afterwards, a large, long, and powerful hand with distinct knuckles emerged from the black hole, as if plucking flowers and willows, or stirring a gentle breeze, and casually grasped that wisp of imperial might that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

"Isn't this coming?"

Accompanied by a light laugh, his slender fingers slightly closed, gently clenching.

"puff--"

In an instant, the terrifying imperial might that could shatter the void and wipe out everyone shattered like glass, turning into wisps of breeze that dissipated into the boundless dragon energy.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Celestial Palace was deeply shaken, as if in a dream.

Black Emperor swallowed hard, his eyes wide with horror as he stared intently at the bottomless vortex.

A dark figure emerged leisurely from the endless darkness, appearing before everyone with a beaming smile.

He was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns and a black jade belt around his waist. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face that was almost demonic. On his fair forehead and between his eyebrows were several dark red marks composed of semi-circular arcs, which seemed to be exuding an almost evil dark aura.

"……who is he?"

The people of the Celestial Palace stared blankly at the black-robed youth, and in a daze, they seemed to see behind him a strange world that was both magnificent and dazzling, yet filled with endless darkness...

(End of this chapter)