Chapter 0017: The Magic Sword Stolen

“I also have a gift for Grandpa,” a voice said. Under everyone’s gaze, Huang Long stood up, holding a small piece of jade in his hand.
The jade was only one-third the size of a palm, light green in color, crystal clear, with a faint mist swirling on its surface. The patterns of the mist were extremely fine—this was the “Jade Mist” of top-quality jade.
However, compared to Coral Blood Jade, though this jade was also of exceptional quality, its value seemed much lower at first glance.
Zhao Yang was taken aback, then smiled as he looked at the jade in Huang Long’s tiny hand. “Oh, my dear grandson also has a gift for Grandpa?”
Huang Long replied, “I saw this jade in a jade shop. It was very beautiful. Thinking of Grandpa’s birthday, I bought it to give to you.”
Zhao Yang’s face lit up with a smile. “Good! It’s rare that my grandson has such thoughtfulness. I’m very happy.” Taking the jade from his grandson, Zhao Yang was delighted.
Although this jade was not even one-thousandth as good as Coral Blood Jade, what was precious was his grandson’s thoughtfulness at such a young age.
Though the jade was bought from a shop, after Huang Long engraved small arrays like the Spirit Gathering Array and the Calming Mind Array into it, it was no longer the original jade. It could be said that in the future, when Zhao Yang wore this jade to practice, it would yield twice the results, even better than Coral Blood Jade.
Zhao Miao was stunned. She didn’t expect her sister’s son to step in and save her from trouble. Seeing her father Zhao Yang smiling, she felt uneasy and said to Zhao Rong, “I thought it was something special. It turns out it’s just an ordinary jade. Did my six-year-old nephew really buy this by himself? Can a six-year-old understand such things? It can’t be that your sister bought it and had her son deliver it to avoid losing face.”
Zhao Rong’s expression turned ugly.
At that moment, Zhao Shou couldn’t help but say, “Enough, fourth sister. Gifts don’t need to be expensive; having the thoughtfulness matters.”
Zhao Tian added, “My elder brother is right.”
Zhao Yang frowned. His fourth daughter, Zhao Miao, was now the empress of the empire. He didn’t want to say anything in front of everyone.
At that time, the other nobles in the hall also noticed that something seemed wrong between the two Zhao sisters.
Seeing her two brothers defending Zhao Rong, Zhao Miao snorted coldly and stopped further provocation.
After the birthday banquet, as Zhao Miao returned to the palace, she said to Zhao Rong, “Third sister, spoiling the child too much isn’t good. Look, how old is this child? One pet isn’t enough—she wants two.” This made the pets on Huang Long’s back roll their eyes.
But we are sacred domain magical beasts; we won’t argue with a little girl. We’ll endure it.

The day after the birthday celebration, as Huang Long and his party set off to return to the Kingdom of Lutong, they encountered a problem. Our sister Zhao Ying stubbornly clung to her two pets, refusing to let them go. In the end, she even shamelessly demanded to keep them for herself, persistently pleading with her cousin Huang Long to give her the pets. Seeing this, Zhao Rong said to her son, “Long, since your sister Zhao Ying likes them so much, just give them to her. I’ll buy you two more when I go back.” Buy two more? Could sacred realm magical beasts be bought? Huang Long had never heard of any market on the Hengyuan Continent selling such beasts. Huang Long firmly shook his head; even if he were willing, Pi Er and En Di, the other two sacred realm magical beasts, would never agree. Zhao Rong’s expression darkened. She hadn’t expected her son to be so obsessed with pets. Recalling what her sister Zhao Miao had said the previous day, she snapped, “Long, why do you, a child, need pets? Go back and focus on practicing magic. You’re not allowed to bring these things anymore.” The little witch Zhao Ying smirked at Huang Long from the side, looking triumphant. But Huang Long ignored Zhao Rong’s words and said to the two beasts, “Pi Er, En Di, let’s go.” To everyone’s surprise, Huang Long flashed into motion and landed on the back of the Windstorm Beast, while the two pets shot out of Zhao Ying’s arms and landed on Huang Long’s shoulders. Then, Huang Long rode away alone on the Windstorm Beast, leaving only his back to the others. Zhao Rong’s face turned extremely grim. Once this younger son set his mind on something, no one could change it—even she and her husband were helpless. Her face turned ashen. “This child drives me crazy! It’s completely absurd. I must discipline him properly when we get back.” However, Zhao Yang, standing nearby, gazed thoughtfully at Huang Long’s retreating figure, as if talking to himself, “How did Long get onto the Windstorm Beast just now?” Zhao Shou and Zhao Tian also thought about it. Yes, they hadn’t seen clearly either. “Strange, those two ‘pets’ are also so fast,” Zhao Yang continued to mutter to himself. When the two beasts landed on Huang Long’s shoulders earlier, they moved like lightning, and Zhao Yang only saw blurred shadows. Zhao Shou and Zhao Tian were stunned again. Hearing her father’s words, Zhao Rong froze, then grew puzzled. Of course, though Zhao Rong said her son was being reckless and needed discipline when they returned, three days later, still on the way back, she had already forgotten about it.

On the way back, she paid more attention to her son’s two pets, her gaze growing increasingly puzzled. After her father Zhao Yang mentioned it, she realized even more that these two pets seemed truly different from other pets. Yet no matter how she guessed, she couldn’t associate these two beasts with the Sacred Realm magical beasts—after all, it was utterly unbelievable for a six-year-old child to possess two Sacred Realm magical pets. When Huang Long and his group returned, there was one extra person: his second uncle Zhao Tian. He still couldn’t forget the magic sword auctioned at the George family’s auction house. This time, he went with Huang Long’s group to the Lu Tong Kingdom. Given their travel pace, they should be able to return to Lu Tong Kingdom a day or two before the auction date. In fact, Huang Long had set the auction date a month later precisely considering this travel time. Compared to his sister Zhao Rong, Zhao Tian was more interested in his nephew Huang Long’s two pets and often tried to coax information out of him indirectly. However, he only knew that these two pets were found by Huang Long on the edge of the Magical Beast Mountains. Along the way, he gradually noticed that his six-year-old nephew, with his extraordinary magical talent, behaved in somewhat strange ways—speaking in an adult-like tone at times, even making him feel like a child in front of him, as if their roles had reversed. What annoyed him even more was that this six-year-old often boasted without any shame. Once, when talking about the magic sword, he exclaimed it was nothing short of a miracle. But look how his nephew responded, “Is that magic sword that great? If you want one, I’ll forge you a better one later.” This made him snap, “You brat! Don’t even talk about a better one. If you can forge that magic sword, I’d rather die hitting tofu!” What infuriated him even more was that the kid replied seriously, “It’s better not to. Otherwise, if you die hitting tofu, won’t my mother blame me?” As Huang Long’s group rushed back to the Lu Tong Kingdom, in the meantime, in the George family’s estate, Eya was extremely anxious, his brows furrowed into a line, deeply troubled. The magic sword had been stolen! That night, upon hearing the news, he angrily cursed the level-8 and level-9 guards who were supposed to protect the magic sword, and even beat the auction house’s chief manager Ai De half to death. “You bunch of idiots!” “I raised you to eat shit!” “Find me that magic sword, or I won’t survive, and neither will you!” In the George family’s courtyard, Eya roared like thunder, his veins bulging on his face, his eyes blood-red, like a beast released from its cage.

The magic sword has been stolen! He knew full well what consequences this would bring to his George family. Now, countries and families from all over the Hengyuan Continent are heading to the capital of King Lutong—why? For that magic sword! If he couldn’t produce it, he would have to face the wrath of these powerful forces and even the saints who had traveled thousands of miles just for it. It’s over! The George family is doomed! Secrets can’t be kept forever; although Eya tried to hide this matter, news of the stolen magic sword still leaked out.