Chapter Thirty-Six: The Frenzied Rush to Divide the Treasures of the Fallen Dragon Abyss

These distinct fluctuations of spiritual energy—without even needing to think, Mo Bufan knew they belonged to the three dragons. Clearly, they were still unwilling to give up, convinced he had taken their clan's supreme treasure, and their purpose in tracking him was all too obvious.

Although Mo Bufan had only been properly involved in the world of cultivation for twenty days or so, he had read enough novels to know exactly what would happen if he fell into these fellows’ hands. His anger had reached its limit, and running into him now could only be considered their misfortune.

After Mo Bufan’s words fell, the three remained hidden, evidently confident he would not be able to find their location. But just as they were inwardly rejoicing, the orange cat suddenly let out a loud cry and darted like an arrow toward three towering trees nearby. Its sharp claws extended, and before the trio could react, with a flurry of claw shadows, their feathered cloaks were shredded into fragments.

The three concealed figures were instantly exposed to Mo Bufan’s gaze.

The three dragons were stunned by the orange cat’s sudden action. When it struck, not a hint of spiritual energy was detectable, let alone any trace of heavenly resonance. Yet, with nothing but its claws, it tore apart the treasure they relied on for concealment—a treasure crafted by their father, a celestial immortal! What kind of creature was this cat?

Having destroyed their hiding garments, the orange cat sniffed each of them, then, ignoring their fearful expressions, returned to Mo Bufan’s side.

Mo Bufan, seeing this, knew the trio had nothing to do with the death of the fire fox. The orange cat, though appearing emotionless, actually cared deeply for the fire fox; otherwise, it would not have acted so decisively.

“Gentlemen, I don’t care what you’re after. I’m giving you two choices now: either leave immediately, or be killed by me!” Mo Bufan declared bluntly.

The three exchanged glances, cautiously eyeing the orange cat. Seeing it remain still, they relaxed somewhat.

“Please forgive us, Friend Mo,” Long Linger said hurriedly with a fawning smile. “The Dragon Ancestor is our clan’s forebear. We have reason and obligation to understand the circumstances of his death.”

She had seen Mo Bufan’s strength firsthand. Though he was likely not a match for any one of the three based on pure power, his treasures were many, and that orange cat beside him, whose origins and abilities were beyond comprehension, was more than enough to kill them.

Mo Bufan snorted coldly. “I’ve told you everything there is to say about the Dragon Ancestor. What else do you want? Besides, as I recall, he wasn’t on great terms with your clan. If memory serves, he was expelled by your people. Looking for him now is nothing but a ploy to covet his cultivation techniques and secret arts.”

The three dragons blushed at being exposed.

Long Linger pressed on. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re searching for someone, aren’t you? And it seems you’re facing some trouble. If you share the Dragon Ancestor’s secrets with us, not only will I help you find the person you seek, but you’ll also gain the goodwill of our clan. In the future, should you face difficulty, we will surely come to your aid.”

Long Ao, his pride crushed by the orange cat, quickly added, “That’s right, Friend Mo. I know you have the power to kill us, but let me remind you: if we die, our clan will surely discover the cause. When that happens…”

Mo Bufan ignored Long Ao, fixing Long Linger with a cold stare. Before Long Ao could finish, he interrupted, “You say you can help me find the one I seek?”

Long Linger brightened, sensing hope, and nodded. “Our clan is quite skilled at finding people. You can rest assured.”

“Very well. Here’s my decision,” Mo Bufan said. “Either help me find the person, or I kill you now!”

“Ah!” The three siblings were stunned.

“No, Friend Mo, perhaps you misunderstood…” Long Linger grew anxious.

“We are dragons. Your Heavenly Profound Sect is nothing to us…” Long Tian chimed in.

Mo Bufan paid no heed to their protests, instead turning to the orange cat. “Master, lend me a hand.”

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The orange cat did not reply. In a flash, it appeared beside the three dragons, its fur bristling, ready to attack at any moment.

“Mo Bufan, how dare you—” Long Ao roared in fury.

Mo Bufan said nothing, simply sending a spiritual sword talisman flying toward Long Ao.

In an instant, spiritual energy coalesced, and the Dao’s resonance formed a gigantic sword light, descending upon Long Ao like a bolt from the heavens!

Long Ao had not expected Mo Bufan to strike so suddenly. In desperation, he brandished his dragon trident to block the incoming attack.

Long Ao’s strength was formidable, but the spiritual sword talisman was even stronger, its power at the peak of the Void Refinement realm—a supreme blow. Caught off guard, Long Ao was sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth midair.

“Brother!” Long Tian cried out.

“Mo Bufan!” Long Linger shouted in anger.

Mo Bufan calmly drew out a stack of sword talismans, glaring coldly at the three dragons. “I have plenty more. Want to try them all?”

“You…” Long Linger and Long Tian were thoroughly intimidated by Mo Bufan’s talismans.

At that moment, the orange cat let out a perfectly timed “meow,” further freezing them in place. They could only watch helplessly as their brother, pale-faced, climbed to his feet.

“Enough talk. Lead me to the one I seek. I haven’t got all day,” Mo Bufan said icily.

Long Linger and Long Tian were completely deflated. The man before them acted in ways they could never have predicted—forget negotiations, he wouldn’t even let them speak.

Long Ao staggered back to his siblings, eyes blazing with fury, but ultimately dared not say a word.

Seeing there was no room for negotiation, Long Linger finally asked, “Who are you looking for? Any clues, any lingering aura?”

Mo Bufan took off the bamboo basket from his back and pointed to the little fire fox. “I want to find the one who killed its mother.”

The three dragons were dumbfounded.

A cultivator, driven by murderous rage for a creature they would not have bothered to glance at—such a thing was unheard of.

Could this beast be something extraordinary? Though they harbored doubts, seeing Mo Bufan and the orange cat’s fierceness, they dared not question further. Each approached the basket, sniffed deeply, and immediately identified two directions: one, the burial place of the mother fire fox; the other, toward the outskirts.

Mo Bufan watched, recalling the police dogs of his previous life—an absurd comparison, yet he could not laugh.

“This way,” Long Linger pointed toward the outer edge of the Dragon Abyss.

Mo Bufan nodded and waved for them to lead the way, following behind.

The three dragons moved ahead like guides, their hearts filled with humiliation. They were among the most exalted species between heaven and earth, and now they were being herded by a cultivator like livestock. If word got out, their clan’s honor would be ruined.

Long Linger, catching sight of the little fire fox, felt a surge of hatred. This lowly beast had consumed half a dragon pearl’s worth of dragon essence—such a waste of resources.

But what shocked the trio even more was yet to come.

Because the little fire fox had no mother’s milk, and Mo Bufan could not find a substitute, he fed it pills—one after another.

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They did not know exactly what pills these were, but from their fragrance and the hint of Dao resonance emanating from them, they were treasures second only to immortal pills!

Such extravagance!

Even as the children of the dragon clan chief, they had never treated pills as food.

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As Mo Bufan pursued the elusive Senior Brother Zhao, Wen Xuan and Qian Yuanzi had also arrived in the Dragon Abyss.

Within the abyss, a frenzy for treasure had erupted.

The four great guardian halls of the dragon court had collapsed, the mountain-protecting array destroyed, and countless spiritual herbs and medicines lay scattered. The surviving beasts and cultivators—especially those nearby—made a killing, though the slaughter was equally intense.

In less than a day, the treasures of the four halls were swept clean. More cultivators perished than during the great outbreak of demonic energy, and it was clear that number would only rise.

The five members of Gao Xiu’s group were still alive, having escaped disaster when Shangguan Feng and two dragons shielded them during the collapse. Driven by greed, they had stealthily taken some rare treasures, but eventually encountered rogue cultivators. After a fierce battle, Zhao Yunfan and Chen Tianwen were gravely injured, while the others suffered minor wounds.

Now, the five were fleeing in disarray toward the outskirts of the Dragon Abyss.

This trial had already yielded them immense profit, and they were satisfied—yet fearful of encountering more beasts or cultivators. Everyone was bloodthirsty now, killing anyone weaker than themselves. The carnage was dreadful.

Many others were fleeing as well, while only those with high confidence in their strength or hoping to pick up leftovers lingered near the four halls.

The situation for the beasts was even more dire. Many high-grade and adult beasts had been slain, and the survivors banded together, seeking shelter in the few remaining forbidden grounds of the immortal court. Among the groups of beasts, adults were scarce—most were young or not fully grown.

At this time, the Wind Pavilion was one of the few largely intact immortal court sanctuaries. Two blood-scaled pythons guarded its entrance, welcoming groups of beasts seeking refuge. Nearly a hundred young beasts had been sent inside, while adults gathered at the front lines for defense.

Finally, the human cultivators discovered this area, its size making it impossible to miss. At first, only rogue cultivators gathered, but after a group was slaughtered by the blood-scaled pythons, the commotion drew in disciples from the four great sects. Within a day, many who had ventured deeper rushed to the scene.

With all top-tier treasures claimed, the most valuable assets remaining were the young beasts.

A single young beast—especially a high-grade one—was worth as much as the rarest spiritual materials, whether sold or trained as a personal spirit beast.

Moreover, this was the immortal court; the bloodlines of these young beasts were exceptional.

If someone truly managed to claim this batch, it could mark the rise of a new sect.

But with the four great sects involved, the rise of a new sect was impossible. Clearly, they intended to take all the beasts for themselves.

The leaders of the four sects, including Wen Xuan and Qian Yuanzi, soon learned of this development. Though their goals differed, it was easier to gather information where people congregated, and the lure of so many beasts was no small temptation. Upon hearing the news, the pair hurried to the scene.

Gao Xiu’s group was lucky enough to encounter Wen Xuan, who brought them there.

Senior Brother Zhao of the Kaiyuan Sect also encountered Qian Yuanzi and was brought along.

As for Mo Bufan, he followed behind his three “hounds” toward the same destination.

And truly, these three “hounds” had remarkable noses and talent, quickly zeroing in on the right direction.

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