Chapter 142: Solanum Nigrum

The dragon horn had only just begun to simmer when someone inconsiderately came to disturb the peace, instantly putting the little short-legged dragon in a foul mood.

"Hey, Mo-Mo, watch the heat for me. I’m going to go see which ignorant fool dares to come here and cause trouble."

Before the words had even faded, the little dragon was already scurrying out of the villa with his short legs, moving like a whirlwind. The Moxie Sword followed close behind, its purpose quite simple: to watch the drama unfold. Or, more accurately, to observe the situation on its master's behalf.

"Moxie, open the spiritual connection," Jiang Yan commanded the sword in his mind.

"As you command, Master."

Once the spiritual consciousness was linked, Jiang Yan could perceive everything through the sword's perspective. It was as if he were seeing through the sword’s own eyes, knowing every move happening outside without ever stepping out of the house.

The little dragon looked up at the sky and saw a handsome youth with flowing silver hair and silver robes hovering in the air. A pair of dragon horns sprouted from his head, making him look particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, are you the one making all that noise over here?" the little dragon roared angrily at the youth in the sky.

"A... baby dragon? How are you here?"

The youth’s eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing the little dragon; clearly, he could not fathom why a hatchling would appear in the world of immortality cultivation.

"Hey, who’s a baby dragon? Call me Lord Dragon! And who are you? Why do you have a pair of puny little dragon horns on your head? Furthermore, with which eye did you see your great-grandfather’s dragon horn here?" the little dragon retorted with disdain.

Long Kui replied confidently, "My name is Long Kui. I am a half-dragon, which is why I have these horns. Naturally, I followed the scent here. Little dragon, hand over my great-grandfather’s dragon horn, and I won't hold this against you!"

Watching the arrogant half-dragon youth through the Moxie Sword and hearing him call himself Long Kui, Jiang Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

*Hahaha, Long Kui has actually turned into a man in this novel. Back when I was a kid, Long Kui was one of my favorite female characters.*

"I don't have any dragon horns, but I do have some horn-washing water. Do you want it? I can give the whole lot to you; I haven't had a chance to pour it out yet."

Upon hearing the little dragon's words, Long Kui’s face darkened. He said furiously, "You dare offer me foot-washing water? My great-grandfather was a noble Silver Dragon, a divine dragon! How dare you insult me so?"

The little dragon rolled his eyes. "Blah, blah, blah! He was just a loser who fell to my father! How noble could he be?"

"You—this is outrageous!"

Long Kui flicked his robes and drew a long silver whip. From afar, it looked like a silver snake, shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight.

"Twelve Silver Scale Whips!" he shouted, charging toward the little dragon with his weapon in hand.

The blade of the Moxie Sword shook, and Jiang Yan, once again, laughed rather uncharitably. *Pfft, hahahaha, what on earth is this? Twelve Silver Scale Whips!*

"Master, do you need my assistance?" the Moxie Sword inquired within Jiang Yan’s mind.

Jiang Yan responded confidently, "No need. The little dragon can handle this. He is my bodyguard, after all." How could a bodyguard who gets free room and board be any less than capable?

The little dragon was burning with rage. He kicked off the ground with his right leg, transforming into a streak of fire as he charged straight at Long Kui. The further he flew, the more he disliked the youth. *Tell me, on what grounds?* A half-dragon who looked like a human—besides those horns, he looked entirely human!

Meanwhile, he himself found it so agonizingly difficult to shapeshift! And to think this guy dared to disturb him at such a critical moment!

The little dragon spat out a long, fiery dragon that lunged at Long Kui. Long Kui nimbly dodged to the side, then swung his whip, launching a fierce assault on the little dragon.

Watching the battle through the perspective of the Moxie Sword, Jiang Yan found it absolutely spectacular—more thrilling than any live broadcast! The Twelve Silver Scale Whips lived up to their reputation; the whip shadows were heavy and dense, dancing in the air like twelve silver snakes and forming a tight net of attacks that surrounded the little dragon.

Driven to even greater fury, the little dragon spewed out raging flames again, his body twisting flexibly in the air. The fire swept out in all directions, clashing violently with the twelve snake-like whip shadows.

Faced with the onslaught of fire, Long Kui reacted quickly, conjuring a water dragon in his hands that surged toward the flames, attempting to extinguish them. However, was the little dragon’s fire so easily dealt with? The flames grew even more intense, as if threatening to ignite the entire sky.

"Get down on your knees for Lord Dragon! A mere half-dragon dares to be arrogant in my territory?"

The little dragon roared, unleashing his full dragon might at that moment.

"Pfft—"

The suppression of bloodline was something Long Kui could not resist. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs lost control, and his body plummeted involuntarily. His knees buckled, and he fell, kneeling straight down before the little dragon.