Chapter 0394: Heading to the Land of Forgetfulness

Over the past few hundred years, while Bradd was subduing the remaining forces in the Nimeng Mountains, he had also heard such discussions and wondered if it was caused by Huang Long, their master. But in the end, he dismissed that idea.
As the rumors said, this was beyond the capabilities of even advanced Beast Tamer masters; perhaps only legendary-level Beast Tamer masters could achieve it.
Although Huang Long, the young master, seemed mysterious to him, no matter how mysterious, he was still a genuine advanced Beast Tamer.
Uneventfully, decades later, Huang Long and Bradd returned to the Runing Mansion.
Back at the mansion, Huang Long heard discussions about the Land of Forgetfulness along the way.
Every time the Land of Forgetfulness opened, it was a significant event for the six major families of the Netherworld. Now that the Land of Forgetfulness was approaching, the members of the Runing family were speculating about what would happen when it opened.
“What do you think? Will Lord Fei De of our Runing family win first this time?”
“Lord Fei De? I think Lord Harris has a better chance. I heard that Lord Harris recently combined three traits of water-based laws and developed a technique called ‘Land of Water,’ which is extremely powerful—even the eighth-level Nether King warriors in our family can hardly defend against it.”
“Even eighth-level Nether King warriors can’t defend?! Lord Harris is too strong.”
“However, I heard that Lord Saxton, the son of the patriarch of the Beikal family, has also developed some extremely powerful attacks, on par with eighth-level Nether King warriors.”
“Lord Sigrid of the Terrence family is not weak either.”
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Listening to these discussions, Bradd couldn’t help but smile. He said to Huang Long, “Young master, if you, who arrogantly challenged Bishop, win first, what do you think these people will say?”
Huang Long smiled in response, “What do you think they’ll say?”
Bradd raised his voice sharply, “Fei De and the others are such disappointments! They let that ‘madman’ Huang Hai win first!”
Because Huang Long had arrogantly challenged Bishop back then, many members of the Runing family privately gave him the nickname “the Madman.”
Bradd’s expression was playful and comical.
Huang Long laughed.
Before long, Huang Long returned to the Sihai Courtyard of the Runing Mansion. Shortly after his return, Chester and Fat Francis rushed over upon hearing the news.
“Haha, Brother Huang Hai! It’s been over eight hundred years—I really missed you, fat guy!” As soon as Fat Francis saw Huang Long, he tried to give him a bear hug.
“Go away, Fat Guy! Stop it, it’s disgusting,” said Chester beside him.

Fatty Francis was stunned upon hearing this and stopped in his tracks. He chuckled and rubbed his hands together, saying, “Brother Huang Hai, I wonder if you have what I asked for back then?”
Back when Huang Long went to the Ancient Forest, Fatty Francis had asked him to find a type of grass called Seven-Color Flower Grass. This grass could only be found in a small grassland called Green Plain within the Ancient Forest, and it was extremely rare—so rare that even the Shangyi Hall rarely saw it being auctioned.
“Isn’t this it?” Huang Long smiled. With a flash in his hand, a leaf that resembled grass appeared. Unlike ordinary grass leaves, at its very top was a small, round flower-like structure made up of seven differently colored flowers.
“This… it’s really the Seven-Color Flower Grass!” Fatty Francis exclaimed in delight upon seeing the leaf in Huang Long’s hand. “Brother Huang Hai, you actually found it!” Without waiting, he snatched it from Huang Long’s hands and examined it closely with his small eyes.
Originally, Fatty Francis hadn’t placed much hope on Huang Long finding the Seven-Color Flower Grass, as it was so rare. He was utterly surprised that Huang Long actually succeeded.
“I told you! What do you really want, Brother Huang Hai? Fatty, I think what you really want is this Seven-Color Flower Grass,” Chester teased.
Fatty finally raised his head and chuckled, “It’s the same! I want this Seven-Color Flower Grass because I want Brother Huang Hai too. It’s all the same.” Then he turned to Huang Long and said, “Brother Huang Hai, thank you.” It was his sincere gratitude—he had been searching for this grass for a long time without success.
Huang Long waved his hand. “You’re welcome. I just happened to find it.”
While hunting primal beasts and taming mutated ones in the Ancient Forest, it was indeed a coincidence that Huang Long found the Seven-Color Flower Grass while passing through Green Plain.
However, Huang Long wondered why Fatty Francis valued it so much. What did he need it for?
“Fatty wants this Seven-Color Flower Grass for Haireul, of course,” Chester explained, noticing Huang Long’s expression.
Haireul? Huang Long knew her—she was the woman Fatty Francis adored. She was a descendant of Boris, the second eldest of the Luning family, and seemed to be related to Harris as cousins. But it seemed she didn’t particularly like Fatty Francis.
“Although this Seven-Color Flower Grass isn’t very useful, it can be used to brew a pill called Seven-Heart Pill,” Chester said.
“Seven-Heart Pill?” Huang Long was puzzled.
“During one mission, Haireul suffered from heart problems that flared up periodically. Only the Seven-Heart Pill could cure her,” Chester continued.

Huang Long finally understood.
Chester shook his head as he spoke, “But this fat guy is utterly infatuated. No matter how hard he tries, Hailuo will never take a fancy to him—she already has someone in her heart.”
Huang Long also shook his head in silence.
He had heard a bit about this as well—Hailuo was said to be on good terms with Spindel, and the elders of both families wanted to bring them together.
Not long after Chester and Fat Francis left, Donald arrived at the Sihai Mansion. His purpose was simply to “check in” on Huang Long and the situation in the ancient forest that had existed for over eight hundred years, to see if Huang Long was “okay.”
Of course, Huang Long skillfully avoided Donald’s questions.
When Donald left, he told Huang Long to get ready—half a year later, the Runing family would lead their elite divine descendants to the Land of Forgetfulness to gather with other families.
Half a year?
Huang Long nodded. In truth, there wasn’t much he needed to prepare.
After returning, Huang Long hardly left the Sihai Mansion for half a year, staying there to occasionally refine pills, craft magic artifacts, and practice the “Water-Fire Primordial Dragon Art.”
During that time, Chester and Fat Francis would occasionally come by, but most of the time they discussed the opening of the Land of Forgetfulness.
Now, as the deadline approached, almost everyone in the Runing family was talking about it.
Of course, when discussing the Land of Forgetfulness, they would also talk about which outstanding descendants from the six major families of the Netherworld would come in first, how many spots the Runing family’s descendants would compete for, and how many spots other families would compete for.
Half a year passed quickly.
One day, led by the descendants sent by his family, Huang Long arrived at the square in front of the True Dragon Hall.
Upon arrival, he saw the square packed tightly with elite divine descendants—probably no less than a hundred thousand.
Of course, not all of the Runing family’s hundred thousand descendants would compete for spots in the Land of Forgetfulness; most of them were there to cheer and make a fuss.
At that time, each of the six major families of the Netherworld could only send a thousand descendants to compete.
So, each of these thousand descendants would be the best among the third generation.
“Look, that’s Huang Hai. Huang Hai has arrived.”
When Huang Long showed up, some of the descendants on the square recognized him and began whispering among themselves.
“This Huang Hai is really lucky. He managed to collect ten Wind-Thunder Beads, so the family had to spare a spot for him to compete.”

“Who said not? But after swallowing the Sacred Fruit of Heaven and Earth and practicing for over eight hundred years, his strength should have reached the early peak of the Seventh Level of the King of the Underworld.”
“That’s not necessarily true. It’s only a few hundred years, and no matter how good the Sacred Fruit of Heaven and Earth is, it depends on who swallows it.”
Many disciples discussed this. Of course, many were jealous of Huang Long for being “lucky” enough to collect ten Wind and Thunder Beads, thereby obtaining both the Sacred Fruit of Heaven and Earth and the Pearl of the Underworld. So, their discussions inevitably included their personal “opinions.”
Huang Long remained calm.
“Brother Huang Hai, over here.” As the crowd discussed, Fat Francis’s voice rang out. Huang Long looked over and saw Fat Francis waving at him, with Chester standing beside him. Huang Long nodded and walked toward them.
“I heard you’ve been hiding in the Ancient Forest to practice these past eight hundred years.” But as Huang Long approached them, a mocking voice sounded.
The word “hiding” was particularly harsh.
Huang Long frowned. Without looking, he knew it was Fei De.
About seven or eight meters away, Fei De stood with his brother Daniel.
“Fei De, where my brother Huang Hai goes to practice is none of your business. Stop talking nonsense,” Fat Francis said angrily.
“Hehe, Fat Guy, I hope you’re lucky. Don’t run into my brother in the competition,” Daniel sneered, then turned to Huang Long, “And you too, Huang Hai.”
Before Fat Francis could retort, Chester spoke up, “The clan leader and the elders are here!” Only then did Fat Francis stop and turn to look. Kennedy, Bishop, and others were coming out of the True Dragon Hall.
The disciples in the square immediately fell silent, adjusting their expressions with respect.
“Salute to the clan leader and the elders!”
After Kennedy, Bishop, and the others arrived, the hundred thousand disciples bowed respectfully.
Kennedy and the others nodded. Kennedy spoke, “The Opening of the Land of Forgetfulness is a grand event in this era…” Usually reserved from speaking, Kennedy went on at length, encouraging the disciples competing to achieve good rankings so they could all qualify for the three hundred spots.
Finally, Kennedy stopped and ordered them to set off, leading the disciples onto the elite flying artifact of the Luning family.
This time, Kennedy, along with over a dozen elders of the Luning family, traveled together with the hundred thousand disciples of the family.
Huang Long and the other two followed the crowd onto the elite flying artifact. Fat Francis looked at it and whispered, “After longing for so long, I can finally ride on my family’s elite flying artifact again!”
The last time he had ridden on his family’s elite flying artifact seemed to be hundreds of billions of years ago.

Huang Long shook his head secretly. Could this fat guy be participating in the competition for spots in the Land of Forgetfulness just to get a chance to ride a top-tier flying artifact?