Chapter 127: This Little Dwarf Dragon Truly Is His Father's "Great Big Son"

Xie Lingzhou glanced at the smug little dwarf dragon, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“Little Fat Dragon, your masterpiece deserves a proper appreciation from Xiao Liu.”

No sooner had he spoken than his gaze shifted to Jiang Yan, a flicker of ill intent glinting in his eyes.

Hearing Third Senior Brother’s words, Jiang Yan’s heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition rising unbidden.

“By the way, Xiao Liu, did you gain anything from this trip?” Xie Lingzhou asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

Jiang Yan briefly recounted the experiences from his journey. Then, from his spatial ring, he withdrew three swords—the Ink Evil Sword, the Ink Green Sword, and the Ink Yellow Sword.

“These three swords I acquired from the Ten Thousand Sword Cave. They each possess sentience…”

Yun Li inwardly admired, thinking, No wonder the master’s fortune remains enviable even in this mortal realm.

Xie Lingzhou was equally astonished. Xiao Liu had effortlessly tamed three sentient swords. And if he recalled correctly, the Ink Evil Sword was the top-ranked supreme spiritual sword in the Ten Thousand Sword Cave!

“Xiao Liu, your talent is truly extraordinary, and your luck astonishing,” Xie Lingzhou sincerely complimented.

Jiang Yan chuckled modestly. “Third Senior Brother, you flatter me.”

After bidding farewell to Lin Qi and the others, Jiang Yan took the little dwarf dragon and Yun Li, flying toward his new residence.

“Brother Yan, wait for me! I want to go too!” Yun Yun called out anxiously, trailing closely behind them.

Lin Qi stroked his beard, smiling. “It seems that little girl truly adores Xiao Liu.”

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When Jiang Yan arrived at the newly completed residence site, he observed carefully. Indeed, it matched the blueprint design down to the last detail.

This was an expansive manor, destined to become his sanctuary of leisure.

A perfect place for “retirement” — or rather, a place to indulge in idleness.

As for the name, “Floating Life Manor” seemed fitting.

Within the estate stood a magnificent villa at the center, steam rising gently from the hot spring pool. The adjacent fields, prepared for cultivating spiritual herbs and fruits, were vibrant with life and energy.

The open-air swimming pool shimmered, reflecting the azure sky above.

There was also a secret base dedicated to his research on new types of modernized cultivation artifacts…

In just two months, those wooden servants had built this grand manor with remarkable efficiency—truly the strongest laborers who required no food, drink, or rest!

Yun Yun’s eyes sparkled as she took in the meticulous arrangements, thinking that living here must be the ultimate luxury…

Ah, she wanted to live here too!

Jiang Yan nodded with satisfaction. “Little Dragon, well done! Yun Li, thank you for your hard work.”

He knew that Yun Li had played a crucial role in supervising the project. After all, the little dwarf dragon hadn’t even understood the blueprints at first.

The little dwarf dragon puffed out his chest proudly. “When this dragon takes charge, disappointment isn’t an option!”

Yun Li smiled sheepishly. “No need for formalities, Jiang Yan.”

He couldn’t help but suggest, “Um… maybe you should go inside the big house and take a look?”

“Of course! Let’s go in together.”

Jiang Yan strode toward the villa. As he pushed open the door, a voice called out.

“A bit to the left... no, a little to the right... Watch out now! Those are the dragon horns the Dragon Lord loves!”

He saw Hei Hua directing two wooden servants as they placed a pair of enormous silver dragon horns in the center of the villa’s main hall.

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded. The dragon horns must have been about five feet tall!

He wondered curiously whether they were genuine or artificial.

Why place such horns so conspicuously in the main hall?

Turning to the little dwarf dragon, he asked, “Little Dragon, what’s the story with these dragon horns?”

The little dwarf dragon beamed with pride. “Jiang Yan, I’m giving you these horns at a discount. They’re my father’s treasured collection, trophies he won when he conquered the Silver Dragon in the Western Sea Secret Realm…”

Treasured collections and trophies—it all sounded a bit fishy.

This little dwarf dragon really was his father’s “big son” through and through!

Jiang Yan asked, “You carry your father’s prized possessions with you?”

“How do you like that? I went back especially to move part of my father’s collection over here,” the little dwarf dragon said, looking expectantly for praise.

Jiang Yan was puzzled. “Isn’t the Sun-Moon Isle Secret Realm closed?”

“That’s for you lot. I, the Dragon of the Secret Realm, naturally have my ways to get in. But don’t be curious—it’s a secret.”

Ah, so the little dwarf dragon was sneaking in through the staff entrance. No wonder he was the working dragon.

“Alright then, these dragon horns should go in your room. They’re too conspicuous here.”

The little dwarf dragon froze. “What? Too conspicuous? Isn’t that a good thing? They’re a symbol of honor—do you understand honor? My father treasures these trophies…”

Jiang Yan countered, “If your father treasures them so much, why let you take them?”

The little dwarf dragon was momentarily speechless.

His eyes darted guiltily, and in a low voice he said, “Shh, it’s a secret.”

“You have too many secrets. I bet you took them without permission, didn’t you?”

The little dwarf dragon hurried to explain, “I asked my father for them. He would have given them to me anyway. It’s just that he wasn’t around when I took them.”

“Fine, you can keep them here for now.”

Jiang Yan decided not to argue with this childish dragon.

Dragon horns were dragon horns, after all…

“It’s settled then. Don’t back out. These horns are priceless treasures. It’s not too much to ask for a large room, is it?”

“Hmm, agreed,” Jiang Yan consented.

“Hee hee hee, perfect! Hei Hua, move my treasures into my room!”

The little dwarf dragon wagged his tail excitedly, directing Hei Hua.

“Understood, Dragon Lord. Consider it done.”

Hei Hua commanded the two wooden servants, who had just placed the dragon horns, “You heard me—move the Dragon Lord’s treasures into the large room in the center of the second floor.”

The two wooden servants lifted a large chest and headed upstairs.

Jiang Yan’s eyes narrowed. Why were these wooden servants so obedient to Hei Hua?

Moreover, the large room in the center of the second floor sounded suspiciously like the master bedroom he had reserved for himself…