Chapter 239 – The Cinnabar Birthmark Between Her Eyebrows (Part Two) (2/2)

Chen Changsheng had no other option but to talk about something else, something to be happier about. He cheerfully said, “Did you know? Right now I’m at the upper level of Ethereal Opening.”

In his view, the Black Dragon was at least several hundred years old. It was naturally the most senior of seniors——this achievements, that had been acquired under the care and guidance of a senior, should obviously be promptly reported.

The Black Dragon still looked upon him with contempt and ridicule.

Chen Changsheng continued to monologue to himself, “Right before this, I went to the Li Palace. I learned…that His Holiness is actually my martial uncle. Yeah, he said that I was their school’s sole disciple, so in the future the Orthodoxy will have me become its successor. Although I still think it’s quite preposterous, His Holiness seemed very serious.”

Hearing these words, the contempt and ridicule in the Black Dragon’s eyes finally disappeared. Even if it was a member of the most supreme and powerful dragons, even it had to pay an appropriate amount of respect to the successor of the Orthodoxy.

“Of course, the truth is…”

Chen Changsheng thought it over, then changed the subject again. “I’m going on a long journey to the Garden of Zhou. It might be a long time before I’ll ever be able to see senior again.”

“Yeah…my fiancée, Xu Yourong, is also going to the Garden of Zhou. I’m thinking that if I meet her, I’ll need to return the marriage contract. This is what her father has required of me.”

“I know that she doesn’t want to marry me, but if I return this marriage contract to her, she won’t necessarily be happy about it. Her handmaid, Shuang Er, came to the Orthodoxy Academy once to find me and I can guess at what she was hinting. She plans on using this marriage contract, naming me as her fiancé so we can be a fake husband and wife, allowing her to put all her efforts into cultivating the Dao.”

“On the surface, this sort of thing would do me no harm, but I don’t like doing things this way, so I don’t like her either. Due to this, I will directly relieve the both of us of this engagement.”

After Chen Changsheng spoke this most important decision aloud, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. Standing up, he prepared to take his leave. “After I return from the Garden of Zhou, I will come to visit senior again.”

The Black Dragon watched him in silence. Its eyes seemed to gleam, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it remained silent. Perhaps it had wanted him to stay a bit longer.

Leaving the underground space, the place where he emerged was that same cold and cheerless abandoned palace, next to the pond that people rarely approached. Chen Changsheng was already experienced in this. Walking over to the edge of the pond, he took a towel and dried his body, before changing into a new set of clothes.

After doing all this, he realized that, in a cluster of flowers, there was a pair of eyes that had been staring at him this entire time. He could not help but recoil in surprise, then smiled and shook his head. “Luckily it was only you that saw me.”

The Black Goat slowly walked out of the flowers, proud and indifferent. Its meaning was very clear: And just what is there to see about a little man like yourself?

Chen Changsheng hurriedly followed him.

There was no key around the Black Goat’s neck. That key had always been in Chen Changsheng’s possession. The goat was only supervising him.

Passing through the numerous palaces and avoiding the patrolling guards, he finally arrived before the Imperial City’s ivy-covered secret door. Chen Changsheng used the key to unlock it, before passing through it.

He turned around and looked at the Imperial Palace, silently thinking to himself. Who was it that had always been helping him? Was it that middle-aged lady? Or was it the Pope?

In that underground space, there are many things that he had said many things that he would say to no other person to the Black Dragon. However, he did not bring up Senior Yuren, nor did he bring up anything about Xining Village’s old temple. This was because the Pope had already admitted that he had purposely let him meet the Black Dragon, so what did that mean? It was never wrong to be somewhat more prudent.

Chen Changsheng returned to the Orthodox Academy.

The Black Dragon remained in that cold subterranean space. It had nowhere to go, no home to return to. Several hundred years had passed since it had been locked away.

Of course its name was not Zhizhi. Its dragon name was incredibly long. If written in the words of humans, it would probably require a few dozen pages. Moreover, many years had passed since it had been called out to by a fellow dragon, so it had even forgotten parts of its own name.

The light of the night pearls gradually dimmed.

In the cold air, a strand of magical power slowly disappeared. It had been a magical power similar to a smokescreen.

The mountainous body of the Black Dragon floating in the air rapidly began to shrink. Accompanied by the scattering of countless motes of light, it finally disappeared.

A small girl dressed in black sat on the floor.

The floor was covered with snow. Similarly, her expression was as cold as the snow.

She , as enchanting as the night. On her brow was a red line, like a cinnabar mole.

Seeing that roast lamb covered with congealed oil, she knit her brow in displeasure.

She opened her mouth and spoke the human language. “This idiot, does he want to stuff me to death?”

She had still not recovered from the blood that she had shed that day, so it was still not possible for her to assume her dragon form. As a small girl, she could only look at the roast lamb, not eat it.

Then she saw the braised chicken wings wrapped in oil paper.

She took a piece and placed it in her mouth, quietly sucking on it. Her brows raised in delight, like a flower blooming.

Braised chicken wings were her favorite dish.

Chen Changsheng had also brought some fine oolong tea.

She poured herself a cup and slowly began to drink it.

For some reason, her expression became somewhat sorrowful.

At this point, a voice echoed throughout the underground space.

“A fine tea.”

Towards this voice, the girl’s expression subtly changed. There was some hate, but there was even more fear.