Chapter 0011: Assassination on a Rainy Night

After taming two Sacred Realm magical beasts, and seeing that it was almost time to return, Huang Long was about to head back when the two beasts led him to an underground cave.
“The Nine Yang Crystal Fruit!” When Huang Long saw the fruit in the center of the cave, he understood why the Cave Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape had fought so fiercely.
The Nine Yang Crystal Fruit was formed over thousands of years through the accumulation of the nine Yang energies of heaven and earth. It was extremely precious and a rare treasure for those practicing cultivation.
In his past life, there were a few such fruits in the Two Immortals Mountain, but he didn’t need them back then. However, this particular fruit was now incredibly important to him.
He planned to use this fruit along with other medicinal ingredients to create the “Qi-Penetrating Pill,” which would allow him to rapidly advance to the Qi Refinement and Spirit Transformation realm.
Huang Long stored the Nine Yang Crystal Fruit in the Five Prison Divine Cauldron and rewarded the two beasts with two Revitalizing Pills before leading them out of the cave and heading back.
On the way back, the Cave Dragon, Pi Er, reverted to its true form. Huang Long stood on its back and rode it as it flew, while the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape also returned to its true form and flew behind them.
Along the way, the powerful auras of the two Sacred Realm magical beasts spread, scaring the eighth and ninth rank magical beasts on the ground into hiding. Especially when they reached the edge of the Magical Beast Mountains, the lower-ranked beasts became even more panicked, losing control of themselves.
After arriving about a hundred miles away from their camp, Huang Long made the two beasts shrink and conceal their auras before leading them back to the camp.
By the time they returned, dawn was breaking.
“How did you keep watch last night? The young master is missing—didn’t you notice anything at all?”
Before even entering the camp tent, Huang Long heard his mother, Zhao Rong, scolding the guards.
Huang Long hurried over and called out, “Mother, it’s me.”
Hearing his voice, Zhao Rong turned around quickly, her face lighting up with joy. She rushed over and hugged him tightly. “Long, where were you last night? You made mother worry so much.”
She had woken up early and found her son missing from the tent, becoming panicked.
This place was not like the Huang family’s residence—it was at the edge of the Magical Beast Mountains.
When she anxiously called the guards who had been on watch last night to ask questions, they also knew nothing. Frustrated and angry, she was relieved when Huang Long returned. Otherwise, she would have sent people out to search everywhere.
Feeling his mother’s concern and love, Huang Long’s heart warmed.

He was simply held tightly in his mother Zhao Rong’s arms. The warm, soft scent coming from her breath made Huang Long’s face turn slightly red. He subtly pulled his face away from her embrace, took a breath, and said in a childlike voice, “This morning I got up and went for a walk around. Then I ran into Xiao Qing and Xiao Jin, that’s why it took me a while to come back.”

Xiao Qing and Xiao Jin referred to the Cave Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape nearby.

It was then that Zhao Rong noticed the two magical beasts behind her son. She pinched Huang Long’s little cheeks and smiled, “You little rascal, you must not run around randomly in the future. You made your mother worry.” Pointing at the Cave Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape behind Huang Long, she said, “This is a first-tier magical beast, the Pangolin, and this is another first-tier magical beast, the Little Fur Monkey.”

Since the Cave Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape had shrunk in size and concealed their auras, they resembled the first-tier magical beasts, the Pangolin and the Little Fur Monkey. Even Zhao Rong mistook these two Sacred Realm magical beasts for first-tier ones.

Huang Long opened his big eyes, full of smiles, “Oh, so these are the first-tier magical beasts, the Pangolin and the Little Fur Monkey.” He looked as if he had just realized something.

The Cave Dragon Piel and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape Endi had expressive faces, but they pretended to be foolish, imitating the actions of first-tier magical beasts and making chirping sounds, just as their master Huang Long did. Yet inside, they were lamenting, “Good heavens, I, a noble Sacred Realm magical beast, have to act like a first-tier one!”

On the Hengyuan Continent, magical beasts of the first to third tiers were considered low-tier, and most of them lacked offensive capabilities. Therefore, some noble youths on the Hengyuan Continent kept low-tier magical beasts as pets for fun. So it wasn’t unusual for Huang Long to have two pets with him, and everyone took it for granted. In fact, Zhao Rong was even pleased, thinking it proved that her son was just as playful as other children. In her words, that was normal.

What puzzled everyone sometimes was that during the following days, the Stormwind Beast that Huang Long rode often had weak legs. Could it be that the beast had leg weakness? Of course not; it was just the two “first-tier magical beasts,” Piel and Endi, causing trouble.

The miniature Cave Dragon Piel and Golden-Eyed Purple Ape Endi were held in Huang Long’s arms, appearing docile. Like Zhao Rong, no one suspected these two “first-tier magical beasts.”

They continued their rapid journey for another five days. The Blizzard Empire was already in sight, and just one more day of travel would allow them to bypass the edge of the Magical Beast Mountains and reach the border of the Blizzard Empire.

That night, a torrential rain started.

In a mountainous area, everyone set up rainproof tents and rested.

After having the two pets guard him, the Yellow Dragon sat cross-legged inside the tent, swallowed a Vitality Pill, and began practicing the “Water-Fire Primordial Dragon Technique” for cultivation. Over the past few days, the Yellow Dragon had gathered all the necessary herbs and, together with the Nine Yang Crystal Fruit, crafted five Vitality Pills. As expected, the Nine Yang Crystal Fruit was indeed a precious fruit formed over a thousand years by the energy of the Nine Yang. The Vitality Pills it produced were more than a hundred times more effective than ordinary Vitality Pills. As soon as the pill entered his mouth, the Yellow Dragon felt surging waves of warmth flowing into his meridians, the twelve main meridians, and various energy points, before converging in his dantian to transform into innate true energy. Gradually, this true energy rose to the Netherworld Palace, where it condensed into divine essence, continuously repairing the primordial spirit within the Yellow Dragon’s mind. Over these six years, through relentless cultivation, the primordial spirit damaged in the black hole had begun to recover. Initially, the primordial spirit in the Yellow Dragon’s mind was as thin as mist, but with the continuous infusion of true energy from the dantian into the divine essence, it gradually became denser and took on a human-like form. Inside the tent, wisps of white mist could be seen faintly. Peel, the underground dragon, and Endi, the golden-eyed purple ape, who were watching nearby, widened their eyes. It was the first time they had seen their master practicing in such a manner. It wasn’t combat energy! Nor magic! They couldn’t sense any fluctuations of combat energy or magic around them. So what was their master practicing? After several days of observing, their master, the Yellow Dragon, seemed even more mysterious to them. Sometimes, a terrifying pressure would emanate from him, making even powerful creatures like the Holy Realm beasts feel suffocated. Inside the tent, the Yellow Dragon merged completely with heaven and earth. When he finished practicing and woke up, it was already late at night. Suddenly, he sensed dozens of faint killing intents approaching from dozens of miles away. Frowning slightly, he then smirked coldly. “Xiao Qing, Xiao Jin, come with me to welcome our guests.”