The ocean is much larger than the land.
Luo Xuan had a large number of teachers who helped, and the Xuanyuan people said that it was not too little, nor too much, they had always been targeting some low-level dragon tribes, for the vast East Sea, this loss was like a drop in the ocean, it was not a big problem.
The Sage of the God of the Forest was not aware of where these humans had come from, and for a race as hierarchical as dragons, the affairs of Ancestral Dragons were still significant, no matter how trivial they might seem. Events related to shrimp, horses, and tortoises were deemed small matters.
Moreover, now it is about extending the lifespan of the Ancestral Dragon, which is not a small matter no matter how you look at it. Meng Zhang, now lacks both time and energy to negotiate with the humans. Things like eating a few shrimps or killing a few sea turtles are so trivial; does it really require the Sage of Meng Zhang, who is one of the Four Divine Beasts of Heaven, to settle such matters? Let the Four Sea Dragons handle it themselves.
He has no time to care about the affairs of low-level dragon tribes because the Ancestral Dragon is angry.
For countless eras, the Eastern Sea's eye remained tranquil, yet each day it unleashed torrents and cascades of waves beneath the sea, waves that if they breached onto the land of Shenzhou would easily annihilate human domains. Hurricanes formed over the ocean surface, leaving not even the immortal residents of the Eastern Sea untouched. At the peak of their fury, not even the dragons themselves dared to approach for fear of being shattered by the fierce currents.
Meng Zhang had no choice but to give his father his full attention and comfort.
"Father, please restrain your anger."
"Refrain from anger, is that possible? Can I be blamed for being angry? That treacherous bird, Yuan Feng, comes every day and upsets me! All of you ungrateful children are useless; do you want to see me die of anger alive?!"
The Ancestral Dragon's true form is still guarding the sea eye, but its current manifestation is that of a towering and formidable elderly man.
The old man is truly enraged.
Yuan Feng lies there every day absorbing chaotic qi. You just eat yourself at home, and the result is that this guy not only eats, but also smacks her lips! Even more terrible, she passes on her voice to her old friends.
"Ah, today's mouthful of chaotic qi is a bit too hot, ahoy, ahoy, it's burning me so much."
"Tsk, a bit salty, humm, I hope tomorrow's taste can be a bit lighter, I just don't like to eat salty ones."
"Hahahaha, I actually overate today, so satisfying! So delicious! When I have the strength, I'll go out and defeat you both!"
This can be endured for a day or two, but with continuous harassment from Yuan Feng for more than half a month, it's becoming unbearable.
Even a clay figure has three parts of temper, let alone an old rival who has been at odds with you since before the beginning of the world.
The Qilin on the other hand, simply pretended to be dead, saying whatever you want, he wouldn't respond.
The Ancestral Dragon, who always believed himself to be the leader of the three races, is going to die, and he will die from anger.
His Ancestral Dragon Hall is like the Immortal Volcano, another primordial world in its own right.
The boss is so angry that he will simply use his manifestation to roam around, looking for ways to relieve his frustration.
The result is that a bunch of dragon offspring and descendants are sleeping in the Ancestral Dragon Hall, some seeming to sleep quite comfortably, their faces even showing smiles.
The old man's long-suppressed anger could no longer be contained. Useless, all of them are useless! I'm almost dead, and you brats are still sleeping? What the hell are you sleeping for? One kick per son, all kicked out.
The Green Dragons and Immortal Snakes, these true dragons, were kicked so badly that they had black and swollen noses and faces. They didn't know what had caused their ancestor's anger. After all, they only laughed a couple of times while sleeping; why did he get so angry?
Fearing that the Ancestral Dragon's rage was uncontrollable and might damage his health, causing his already short lifespan to be shortened by a few thousand years, Meng Zhang God had no choice but to personally run a trip to Chaos, making some effort and using his divine treasure to extract a large amount of chaotic qi back. It could be said that he had ordered an "online takeout" for his father.
Yuan Feng can eat a mouthful with a single word, but on his side, he has to go out and run trip after trip. 'Online takeout' is not a long-term solution, and the Ancestral Dragon himself is well aware of this.
"Where is my second brother? Let him come up with a solution."
Meng Zhang's own work as one of the Four Divine Beasts of Heaven is extremely demanding, and he cannot deliver meals to his father lying in the corridor every day.
The Ancestral Dragon thought of the God of Thunder.
Meng Zhang said: "The God of Thunder and the Peacock of the Phoenix race have been sparring in Chaos."
"Peacock?" The Ancestral Dragon actually didn't know about Kong Xuan's affair.
Meng Zhang roughly introduced the origins of Kong Xuan, mentioning his battles with the dragon race and his one-time-only actions of grabbing every single one of them.
If the Ancestral Dragon was in his usual state, he would have definitely been able to pick up on the subtle hints. However, at this moment, just hearing the terms "Phoenix Race" and "Yuan Feng" made his brain hurt.
Even though he wouldn't admit it, he realized that Yuan Feng's child was indeed quite capable.
"Inviting battle with Thunder God" also counts as one.
Compared to his dragon offspring and descendants, he felt they were far too lacking. Just thinking about the sight of those guys lying around and sleeping, he felt his fists clenching tighter, and his mind was screaming for him to stay calm. Stay calm. It took him a long time to gather his thoughts again.
There's no hope from the second brother, so he has to rely on Meng Zhang to come up with a solution.
"Get this matter sorted out quickly for me, I can't hold it in anymore!" Just thinking about Yuan Feng standing on his gravestone dancing makes him want to go crazy! His Ancestral Dragon now no longer cares about anything else, he just wants to win back this dignity.
Knowing that the Ancestral Dragon's will must be obeyed, Meng Zhang spoke in a soft and friendly manner, eventually persuading the old man to go back to sleep. He then gave tasks to kin like Green Dragons and Immortal Snakes.
He didn't have a good expression for his relatives either. With the Ancestral Dragon guarding the sea eye, and Meng Zhang himself busy "earning points" for the tribe, working tirelessly for twelve hours a day, across ages, his relatives on the other hand were just lounging around at home, doing nothing but sleeping all day!
Don't sleep, all of you get*** to work.
No one dared to defy Meng Zhang's order, even Qilong, the elder, had to take the punishment and do as he was told. As for the lower-ranking dragon tribes, it was even worse.
Upon hearing it was once again caused by the phoenix, these dragon tribes who had personally encountered the phoenix felt their heads spinning.
The Green Dragon Elder stroked his beard and seriously pondered: "The Lord God has asked us to discuss ways to try and help the old ancestor recover some of his primordial energy."
The Immortal Snake seemed to take the analysis seriously: "That guy is so bold because she has the ability to repair the sky, no matter how big a hole she can fill, so"
After pondering for a moment, he said, "We should start from what we are good at."
His wife, the Red Dragon, asked, "What are we good at?"
Several true dragons exchanged glances, what are we good at? We are good at sleeping! Sleeping for a thousand years! Is this a talent?
They engaged in both positive and negative analysis, discussing various ideas from converting the spiritual qi within the Primordial Wilderness into chaotic qi, to pulling a chaotic space into the Ancestral Dragon Hall. They shared many imaginative thoughts.
But by the end of the discussion, they had to admit that the direct method of Yuan Feng drilling a hole and "plugging it in" was the simplest and most efficient.
Their methods were not impossible, and they believed that even a project as grand as moving mountains could be achieved. If they wanted to do it, it was certainly possible. However, the cost and time involved were simply too high. They feared that the prolonged wait for results might lead to the Ancestral Dragon dying of anger before seeing any positive changes.
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