An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

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"Don't worry, whether it's two hundred or three hundred years, I'll be waiting for you this time," Ya Feng said affectionately, holding her hand.

As Zehita looked at the man before her, whose emotions were in turmoil, her expression gradually changed from blank to astonished, then to realizing what was happening, and finally to an uncontrollable rage.

The Dragon King erupted.

"I, Daenerys Targaryen, will kill you!!!"

With a deafening roar, blue-purple lightning engulfed the entire palace, showering down massive amounts of rubble and nearly tearing the dome off. Amidst this chaos, Zeshita relentlessly pursued him throughout the palace.

"Why are you so agitated! How can you turn your back on me so soon after we got married!" Ya Feng shouted as he ran away.

"Mother of Dragons, what have you done! Turn me back to normal!!"

"That won't do! With your already large body, you'll crush me after we get married!"

"go to hell!"

Zeshita roared angrily as she unleashed her spells, realizing that as the Dragon Queen, she couldn't break the damned spell and couldn't transform back.

"If you want to turn back, calm down!" Ya Feng suddenly shouted.

With a bang, Zehita landed in front of him, glaring at him angrily.

"Speak!" Since she herself was at a loss, she could only calm down and listen to what he had to say.

Ya Feng straightened his clothes, and in his hand, that damned marriage contract reappeared.

"This is a decree contract. Once it takes effect, it can only be terminated if the conditions listed above are met. So, you just need to follow the instructions on it."

Zehita saw the contents of the marriage contract again.

"I, the Silver Moon Dragon King Zeshita, am willing to become Ya Feng's wife, to love him dearly, to stay with him for life, and to give birth to many dragon babies for him every year."

Silver Dragon was so angry he laughed.

"So, what's your choice?" Ya Feng reached out his hand to her.

"Daenerys Targaryen, you should just die!!"

A massive burst of magical power coalesced into a lightning spear, which slashed down at Ya Feng, creating a huge explosion that sent up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, Zeshita found that Ya Feng had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a letter that drifted down in front of her.

The letter read:

"You don't seem very happy. Maybe it's premarital depression. So I'll be leaving now. But next time we meet, I'll give you a surprise—your husband, Ya Feng."

Zehita blushed, her face flushed crimson. She furiously tore the letter to shreds and roared angrily:

"Ya Feng... I will tear you to pieces!!"

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"And so, we got engaged, and today is the day I see her again," Ya Feng said.

Ilsa, who was standing to the side, was stunned after hearing what he said. Even the tip of her tail was trembling. She raised her finger and pointed at him, saying:

"You mean, you fell in love with Zeshita, the Dragon King, and even turned her into a human to propose to her? Now she's so angry she's trying to kill you all over the world, and you've summoned her here on your own initiative?"

"uh-huh."

"What the hell?! Are you really crazy?! That's the Dragon Queen!! You turned her into a human?" Ilsa shouted, clutching her head.

"To be precise, she's a dragon girl. Simple humans are a bit boring," Ya Feng said.

"Is there a difference?! Don't you know that to dragons, all other races are inferior species?!"

Ilsa covered her head, taking a long time to recover, when she suddenly remembered something: "Right, you said before that you would spend all your savings on a great cause, could it be... to create a contract spell that can be used on the Dragon King?"

Ya Feng nodded.

"After all, she is the Dragon King, with immense power. For a contract to be effective against her, the price required is extremely high. I spent an entire year purchasing a large amount of the world's top alchemical materials and the highest-level magical artifacts, exhausting my family fortune and all my magic power to create that decree contract."

"You're simply..."

"I know I'm being stupid."

Ya Feng sighed.

"After all, spending all your savings to marry a girl would have been considered a sign of devotion in the past, but now it would probably just be ridiculed. But I don't regret it."

"Is this the same thing?!"

Ilsa stared at him blankly: "So, why did you bring me here? Are you planning to die together?"

Just as Ya Feng was about to explain, a rumbling sound came from the horizon.

A beam of indigo magic flashed across the sky. Before Ilsa could react, a burst of intense white light erupted overhead and crashed down onto the mountaintop.

Once her eyes adjusted to the blinding white light, Ilsa saw a beautiful, slender figure hovering above them.

She was a girl with long, silver-white hair, so beautiful that Ilsa's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

She wore a long black dress, the wind blowing the hem to reveal her long legs and bare, white feet. A pair of silver wings spread out behind her, and a thick dragon tail swayed behind her. A pair of sharp dragon horns stood upright in her silver hair.

On the girl's exquisite face, a pair of golden eyes, filled with the disdain and coldness of a supreme being, looked down upon them.

The silver moon dragon king, Zeshita, transformed into a young girl, descended before them.

Chapter Ten: Silver Moon Dragon King Zeshita

Ilsa could hardly believe that the legendary Silver Moon Dragon King was standing right in front of her.

It is still presented in human form.

As a demon princess, Ilsa had heard of the Dragon King's name since she was very young. Her deepest impression of him was from the Rainbow Autumn War between the demons and dragons fifty years ago, when Zeshita, with just one dragon, annihilated the demons' invincible Blade-Eating Army and killed the then-first prince, Fred, the Blade-Eating Army's Grand Marshal.

Moreover, Zeshita had just become the Dragon Queen at that time, and that battle was her way of establishing her authority, which made her famous far and wide.

Later, the demons abandoned their western expansion plans, largely because they feared her. They even established a special department to spend decades researching and deciphering Zeshita's magic, demonstrating that this dragon had become a shadow over the demons.

This dragon, with its terrifying strength and volatile temper, was provoked by Ya Feng and did something that would lead to utter destruction just by thinking about it.

A cold wind brushed her face, and Ilsa's heart was pounding in her throat; she had even thought of her last words.

She stiffly turned her neck to look at Ya Feng beside her, praying fervently that he wouldn't do anything to anger Zeshita.

Looking up at Zeshita, Ya Feng produced a blue rose from somewhere and spoke:

“Happy 180th wedding anniversary, Zehita,” he said, holding up a blue rose.

A bolt of lightning struck, instantly turning the rose in his hand into charred remains, which scattered into dust. Zeshita looked down from above, his cold eyes filled with intense killing intent.

"Do you want to die?" she said coldly.

Ruined.

Ilsa was also in despair.

Ya Feng patted the burnt ash from the roses on his hands, sighed, and muttered to himself:

"These roses cost me five yuan..."

Streaks of blue-purple lightning crackled and swirled around Zeshita.

"I'm giving you only ten seconds to state your purpose. If it has nothing to do with restoring your dragon form, I'll kill you right now!" she said sternly.

“That’s alright…” Ya Feng said.

The next moment, a torrent of thunder gathered and was about to strike him head-on.

"but--"

Ya Feng held up one finger and pointed at her.

"It's related to your cryotherapy."

The surging lightning was extinguished in an instant.

"What did you say?" Zehita's gaze sharpened.

"Your cryotherapy is going to flare up again in about ten days, right? But I have a way to cure you. Are you interested now?"

Zehita squinted at him.

"What trick are you trying to pull this time?"

"I just feel sorry for you and can't bear to see you suffer," Ya Feng said sincerely.

Zeshita remained silent for a moment, refraining from further outbursts, before letting out a low growl:

"explain."

Ya Feng coughed.

"When you were a child, you were accidentally eroded by the millennium-old cold spring in the ruins during your trials in the Land of Eternal Night, leaving you with a hidden ailment. As a result, every year during the autumn of the crescent moon, your power will be greatly reduced, and your body will also experience uncontrollable stiffness, accompanied by intense pain that is difficult to alleviate. This state lasts for three to five days at the shortest and half a month at the longest. You have never found a cure and can only endure it. Each time, you are tormented to the point of being severely damaged, right?"

Zehita remained silent, continuing to gaze at him quietly.

"However, there is one thing that can cure your frostbite: the Sunflower from the Island of a Thousand Lakes."

Upon hearing this, Zeshita scoffed, "I already knew about this."

The problem is that she can't find the Island of a Thousand Lakes, because the Island of a Thousand Lakes has always been a secret realm controlled by the demons, and its coordinates and the secret techniques to enter are secrets of the Hegoman royal family.

She also happens to have some minor conflicts with the demons. She killed the previous demon marshal, who was also the demon prince Fredri, so it might be difficult to get them to agree.

Zehita has tried to find the entrance to the Island of a Thousand Lakes on his own over the years, but all his efforts have been in vain.

"Hey! Isn't that a coincidence?" Ya Feng clapped his hands and pulled over Ilsa, who was still a little confused.

“I happen to have a princess from the Hegoman royal family here. She can give you what you want.”

"I?"

Ilsa was taken aback. Only when she arrived at this place did she realize the purpose of Ya Feng bringing her here.

"Are you Princess Ilsa, who escaped from the demon realm?" Zeshita's gaze froze on her.

“I…I am…” Ilsa answered nervously.

"Do you have the coordinates for the Island of a Thousand Lakes?" Zeshita then asked.

"Yes, it exists...but..."

Ilsa turned to look at Ya Feng, scolding him for not discussing the matter with her beforehand.

As a princess, she did indeed know the coordinates and entry techniques of the Thousand Lakes Island secret realm, and understanding the distribution of key national resources was one of her essential courses, but she only knew about it and had never used it.

The Island of a Thousand Lakes hasn't been used for a long time. It's dangerous there, and there's not much of value in it. As a secret realm, it's not even ranked in the top tier in the empire. No one manages it, and nobody knows what it's become now.

Although exchanging a low-level secret realm and the Dragon King for a favor is quite worthwhile.

But what if the dragon runs past but fails to enter, or enters but doesn't find anything? Wouldn't it be even angrier when it comes back?

She glanced at Ya Feng beside her and found him looking at her confidently.

The Silver Dragon King above was also staring intently at her.

There's no way to refuse now.

She sighed, lowered her head, and said:

"I...I need a magic printing paper..."

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After half an hour,

Ilsa handed the Demonic Seal, which depicted the coordinates and the secret technique, to the Silver Dragon King.

The Magic Imprint is the most commonly used magical tool. It can be used to directly present the basic logic of a spell. If spells are considered programming, then it is the programming software. It is the introductory course for all spellcasters.

The Silver Dragon King glanced at the contents of the Demon Imprint Paper, then turned to look at Ilsa.

The oppressive gaze sent a shiver down Ilsa's spine, but she quickly regained her composure.

“The information here is absolutely true, but the Thousand Lakes Island has not been used for a long time, and given the current situation, I cannot guarantee it,” she said.

Zeshita didn't reply, and with a flick of her wrist, she put away the magic printing paper.

“You still have about ten days until your cryosleep flares up, which should be enough time for you to make a round trip, but... if you need any help…” Ya Feng walked over casually with his hands behind his back, raising his eyebrows at her.

He wasn't actually worried that Zeshita, a dragon, couldn't handle it. In his previous life, he had personally gone to the Island of a Thousand Lakes to retrieve the Sunflower, which cured Zeshita's frostbite. He knew there was nothing there that could threaten the Dragon King.