Chapter 93 Taken Away

LATER ON, FENG Huang and Brownie woke up. As they opened their eyes, they saw the teary-eyed Long Guang, trying to smudge away the mucus in his nose while trying to send his own qi to Feng Huang and Brownie at the same time.

This softened the expressions of the two and implored Long Guang to stop what he was doing. Eventually, the little dragon was convinced by their words and did so as they said.

After a minute, they were suddenly attacked by someone from a Saint other than the three they had already met. As though not surprising, Long Guang was his purpose of coming at the moment.

Later, under Feng Huang and Brownie’s persistent barrage of attacks, Long Guang was still taken away by this particular Saint. Helpless, Feng Huang could only sob. This time, it was not only his sister who she doted on who was kidnapped.

It already included Long Guang!

“Zhao Dilao is waiting for you, little asshole,” the Saint said. “Now that you’re injured, he could absorb your power, your bloodline, and your special body very well. From then on, you only need to behave.”

*

After questioning Xia Zhiguang, following the introduction of the other middle-aged man who happened to be City Lord Ice’s father, Bai Qian, Yang Lujia went back to the inn and pondered over what he should do.

“Should I find them fast?” Yang Lujia said as he looked at the crib he made for Long Guang to sleep on. “Long Guang, he’s still a little kid. I hope he’s doing fine.”

Yang Lujia felt his heart ache for a moment. Long Guang was like a treasure to his eyes, an apple to his eyes. Imagining him suffering from the enemies’ torture, he couldn’t help but think of saving them.

‘Right, they must have suffered enough. I can’t help but think something must have happened.’

With them disappearing and even with the search patrol of Death City, they still could not be found. It could only imply they were captured or they were hiding in a spot that no one could find out.

But Yang Lujia was certain he had not given them anything like it. Also, with Long Guang’s strength of being able to cross-level fight, wouldn’t it be easy for them to escape?

There was really something wrong with this!

After all, he was confident of the array formation he laid in the inn. What he forgot to tell them, however, was that even after they went out of the array, they could still be able to go back.

Alas! All three of them were mistaken!

Sitting on the ground, he traced the aura left by Long Guang on the crib. Capturing a thread of it, he immediately performed a tracking technique that would lead him to his disciple. In the end, he noticed that something seemed to be blocking him. Nevertheless, he still had to follow it.

Condensing a large crane with his qi, he rode on it and flew in the direction Long Guang’s thread of aura was leading him to. Behind him was the standing Metallie, still looking indifferent.

“What the fuck was that bird? Why is it so big?”

What Yang Lujia did created a commotion among the Death City’s citizens. Of course, this was something he was oblivious to. He cared for nothing, except his disciples and his grandfather, including Brownie and his other possessions.

“Such a high profile person! Could it be a noble or someone?”

“Fuck! That’s not even a real bird beast! It’s only made out of condensed qi! Oh my god! My life has been a whole fucking lie?! Didn’t they say no one could do that with the limited qi we have, even for God Emperors?!”

“Sure enough, he really couldn’t sit still with his little companions missing. I’m afraid that if they’re captured and whoever captured them would suffer consequences beyond they could handle,” Bai Qian said, sighing while turning his stare to City Lord Ice. “Little girl, where did you meet that young man?”

City Lord Ice rolled her eyes. “Can you stop calling me little girl? I’m already a grown-up woman, dad!” She then heaved a breath. “But dad, City Palace Lord, that young man I met from before in a village near Guile City should be him. My instincts are telling me so, although I couldn’t distinguish his present aura from then. I bet he was only trying to dodge his identity because of the questions he asked me then.”

Xia Zhiguang was piqued as he looked through the window. “What questions did he ask you?”

“He asked about the Echinemon Race’s whereabouts.”

Bai Qian then gulped, as though he realized something. “Didn’t that little boy accompanying that puppet had the Dragon Race’s aura?”

Xia Zhiguang’s eyes were filled with shock. “Then, does that mean he was trying to enter the Valley of Gods to find some traces of the Echinemon Race but came out earlier as he did not gain anything?”

City Lord Ice also realized something, although she was a bit stupid and childish. “Then, that means he’s trying to avenge that little boy’s race.”

While on it, Yang Lujia pulled out the Anathema Staff. With this, he thought of using the staff in the meantime to curse the Echinemon Race. It was necessary for him to gain the attraction of the race for a while.

‘Who knows I could save them if they’re about to get killed?’

“I can’t let them suffer more!” Yang Lujia muttered and started verbalizing the Echinemon Race before the Anathema Staff. Its crystal was shining while he kept mentioning the name of the race.

‘What a convenient staff! It could really curse a large group of people!’

Whatever the Echinemon Race was planning to do with the three, he needed something to delay them from doing so.

*

“Are you that infant from before? How did you grow up so much in such a short time?” Zhao Fenhua was skeptical about such a matter. “It must have something to do with the one who’s protecting you, right? Your master?”

Long Guang’s eyes turned bloodshot at the mention of his master. Soon enough, the tears he had been holding flowed out. However, he suppressed them quickly and looked at Zhao Fenhua. “Bad guy! You!”

Zhao Fenhua was stumped, unable to comprehend what this little guy was trying to say, but he knew that from the perspective of Long Guang, he really was a bad guy. That was something understandable. However, what really baffled him was Long Guang’s level of literacy.

Long Guang couldn’t speak as a normal ten-year-old would. Most of the time, his words were mumbled as though it was his first time speaking.

Zhao Fenhua had a bold thought. Could the protector of this kid have some device that could accelerate one’s age? Or perhaps he had a realm like theirs, only with the difference being the time ratio is largely different from the outside?

“Tell me, how did you grow up so fast?” Zhao Fenhua asked once more, but he was only responded with a spit by the other party.

“Presumptuous!”

“How dare you spit in front of the Patriarch!”

“You’re worthy of death punishment, you little asshole of the Dragon Race!”

“Quiet,” Zhao Fenhua muttered, his gaze digging right into Long Guang’s eyes. “Tell me, little dragon. How did you manage to grow up so fast?”