Chapter 8 — Mother of the Spear Dragon

Ngao Nhu's face no longer had any color left. She went limp in Long Nhac Phong's arms, her lips trembled, unable to say a word.

“Ngao Nhu!”

I shouted loudly:

“What do you have left to say?”

At that moment, the Great Elder with a pale face walked out of the crowd. In his hand he held several documents.

“Your Majesty!”

He knelt down in front of Long Nhac Chan, heartbroken and said:

“What the Long Queen said is all true!”

"The old man... he has investigated clearly. Half a year ago, the Hoa Long Herb in the forbidden medicine warehouse was indeed stolen."

"But the thief who stole the forbidden medicine is..."

His eyes slowly turned to the man who was always protecting Ngao Nhu behind him.

“Prince Yue Feng!”

Boom! If the image just now was the first thunderbolt, the Great Elder's testimony was the second thunderbolt, and also the most fatal thunderbolt, smashing straight down on Long Nhac Chan's head. The entire audience's eyes immediately turned from Ngao Nhu to Long Nhac Phong. Long Nhac Phong's face finally changed. The gentle, elegant mask could no longer be maintained, revealing a look of panic and ferocity.

“I won't do it!”

“Great Elder, you are spitting blood!”

Long Nhac Phong loudly objected, but his eyes began to avoid. The Great Elder sadly shook his head and presented the file in his hand.

“Your Majesty, this is a record of the formation around the forbidden medicine warehouse.”

“Half a year ago, only Prince Nhac Phong alone used the excuse of 'searching for ancient books' and entered the central area of the forbidden medicine warehouse at night."

“This is the aura of happiness left by him, absolutely it cannot be wrong!”

Long Nhac Chan did not look at the profile. He just stared at his younger brother, the person he had always trusted, even felt proud of. He saw the panic in Long Nhac Phong's eyes, looking at the ashen-faced woman in his arms. What else don't you understand? A perfect plot. A conspiracy was hatched by two of his closest people, turning the throne of Dragon Emperor into his hands! The glory he thinks is real. Hope helps him wash away the shame he believes in. Everything he used to oppress me and brag about himself, in this moment turned into the biggest joke in the world!

“Why… why?”

Long Nhac Chan's voice trembled. Not because of anger, but because the feeling of humiliation and betrayal had reached its limit. Seeing the incident revealed, Long Nhac Phong decisively tore off his mask. He supported Ngao Nhu who was shaking and about to fall, his eyes flashing with madness.

“Why?”

“Brother Hoang, do you still have the face to ask me why?”

“We all have the bloodline of the Golden Dragon, so why are you already the Crown Prince from birth, destined to become the Dragon Emperor?”

"And I can only be a leisurely prince!"

"What am I worse than you?"

“When it comes to cleverness, when it comes to tricks, I admit I can't lose to you!”

“Is it just because you were born a few years earlier than me?”

“I just want to prove that I am stronger than you!”

“My son is also stronger than your green-skinned mongrel!”

"As long as my son becomes a holy fetus and inherits the great lineage in the future, the position of Dragon Emperor will sooner or later belong to one of my branches!"

He had reached the last step, finally screaming out the deepest ambition in his heart.

“Mixture?”

I was always silent and suddenly spoke up coldly, cutting across his screams. I hugged Tieu Nhi and walked step by step to the middle of the altar, in front of the giant stone pedestal engraved with totems of the Ancestor. Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

“Prince Yue Feng.”

I looked at him, my eyes filled with pity.

“Are you saying my Tieu Nhi is a mixed breed?”

“Do you think that the fake goods that you guys have used all your heart and soul to forcefully create are the noble Golden Dragon bloodline?”

“Today, I will let you all see clearly…”

“What is the true origin of the Dragon Clan?”

“What is the supreme bloodline!”

My words shocked everyone. Long Nhac Chan also temporarily escaped his anger at being betrayed and looked at me in confusion. I won't explain further. I cut the tip of my finger, then gently pricked Tieu Nhi's soft hand. Two drops of blood, one drop as bright as gold, one drop as clear as jade, simultaneously oozed from the fingertips of mother and child. I hugged Tieu Nhi, pressing our hands on the ancient totem of the Ancestor in the middle of the altar.

“Using Ngao Bang's blood I…”

“Using the blood of my child, Ngao Tieu…”

“We invite our ancestors to return home!”

My voice carries an ancient, mysterious rhythm, echoing throughout Te Thien Dai. The moment two drops of blood touched the totem... A sudden mutation appeared!

“Whoosh!”

The whole altar... No, the entire holy mountain began to shake violently! The totem of the First Ancestor in the middle of the altar seemed to wake up from a ten-thousand-year sleep, bursting with a vast stream of clear light that penetrated the sky! That light was so pure and majestic that it seemed to dye the whole sky into primeval blue. Within the clear light, the golden dragon energy of all those with the Golden Dragon bloodline was like a courtier meeting a king, immediately darkening, condensing, not daring to be the least bit unruly. Including Long Nhac Chan. He was horrified to discover that the Dragon Emperor's bloodline in his body was trembling uncontrollably, surrendering!

“This… what power is this?”

He cried out loudly. Below, all Dragon Clan people, regardless of high or low bloodline, regardless of strength or weakness, felt the fear and trembling originating deep within their souls under that pressure. Some people with low cultivation levels couldn't even control it and directly knelt down. And we are standing in the middle of the storm and are not affected by any of it. Tieu Nhi in my heart feels more like returning to the warmest harbor. All the green scales on its body become more transparent and brighter under the blue light. Ancient, mysterious yellow lines even began to appear on the surface of the scales. It comfortably stretched out in my arms, then slowly opened its eyes. What kind of eyes are those? Still pure yellow. But deep within the eyes seems to hide an endless, ancient, deep starry sky, with majesty looking down on all living beings.

“Roar!”

A tender sound but filled with supreme majesty came from Tieu Nhi's mouth. Along with that dragon's roar, the blue light behind it suddenly converged, forming a giant phantom Cang Dragon that covered the sky and the earth! The Cang Dragon's entire body is green, the dragon's horn is like a mountain, and the golden bronze is like the sun. Every piece of scale armor on its body seems to be made from the laws of heaven and earth. It just quietly floats there, but the supreme aura from ancient times has covered everything. People!

“Water... Ancestor Thuong Long!”

The great elder looked at the giant illusion and was so excited that tears fell. He was the first person to kneel down on the ground and perform a great ceremony before the illusory image.

“This is the First Ancestor Thuong Long recorded in historical records!”

“The origin of ten thousand dragons!”

“So... so the legend is true!”

His words made the minds of all those still standing completely blank. Patriarch Thuong Long? The common ancestor of the entire Dragon Clan, existing only in the most ancient legends? When they looked back at the blue child in my arms, their eyes had completely changed. Concussion. Tremendous. Unbelievable. Along with… passionate worship. Anti-ancestor! This is an ancestral bloodline that has been rare for thousands of years!