Chapter 1011: The Master of the Sacred Dragon Token

After a few more casual remarks, Rong Kun's speech began to grow somewhat evasive.

Ye Yuan knew that he must have something difficult to bring up, so he said, "Elder, if you have something to say, just say it directly."

Rong Kun said with slight embarrassment, "Haha, Brother Ye, this incident has blown up so big that many things can no longer be hidden. It's one thing that you carry the dragon clan's bloodline, but this Sacred Dragon Token..."

Ye Yuan understood immediately and asked, "The dragon clan has sent people?"

Rong Kun nodded. "The Azure Dragon clan's Grand Elder Long Zaitian has personally brought people here, but Patriarch Rong Xiao has temporarily held them off on the grounds that Brother Ye has not yet recovered. However, the Sacred Dragon Token is of great importance, and I'm afraid they won't let it go easily."

The dragon clan's supreme divine artifact, the Sacred Dragon Token, had been lost for over a hundred thousand years. Now that it had reappeared in the Divine Realm, it was impossible for the dragon clan to show no reaction.

For such a treasure to be left outside is already a joke to the Dragon Clan.

Now that they know the Sacred Dragon Token is in Ye Yuan's hands, they will do whatever it takes to get it back.

With the White Tiger Clan standing in the way, the Dragon Clan might still speak politely. But if Ye Yuan refuses to hand it over, they will eventually resort to force.

Ye Yuan thought for a moment and said, "It seems I have no choice but to go to the Dragon Clan. Very well, I'll make the trip. It's time for Senior Long Teng to settle his grievances with the Dragon Clan."

Although Long Teng had never told him about his past, Ye Yuan could more or less guess some of it.

Even though fifty thousand years had passed, there were still some knots in Long Teng's heart that he probably couldn't untie.

Hearing that Ye Yuan agreed to go to the Dragon Clan, Rong Kun also breathed a sigh of relief.

The White Tiger Clan was already in a precarious position. If Ye Yuan refused to go to the Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan would inevitably have to stand by and do nothing. At that point, they would be caught in a dilemma.

"Brother Ye, rest assured. This trip to the Dragon Clan, I will accompany you. If anyone dares to lay a hand on you, they must step over my corpse first!" Rong Kun said, patting his chest.

Ye Yuan clasped his hands and smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Grand Elder!"

Ye Yuan knew that Rong Kun accompanying him was probably already decided by the White Tiger Clan, so he did not decline.

Now Ye Yuan was the benefactor of the entire White Tiger Clan. They could not fight the Dragon Clan to the death, so this was the best they could do.

...

After chatting with Bai Guang for a while, Ye Yuan went into seclusion to recuperate.

This time, his losses were indeed too great. If not for his solid foundation, he might have died outright.

First, he had endured his own Spirit-level late-stage Coiling Dragon Heaven-Shattering Palm, suffering severe injuries. Then the Sacred Dragon Token had drawn a quarter of his essence blood, nearly draining him dry.

Injuries of this magnitude were nearly irreversible for many martial artists.

Even if the wounds healed, the foundation of their martial path would basically be ruined.

But for Ye Yuan, this was nothing.

A superpower like the White Tiger Clan had ample reserves of spiritual medicine. He only needed to heal his injuries and refine some pills to restore essence blood.

It would be slow, but not life-threatening.

After about the same period of recuperation, Ye Yuan finally fully recovered his strength. During this time, he also broke through several realms in succession, directly reaching the peak of the Formless Realm.

This was entirely a consequence of forcibly activating the Primordial Dragon Bone. Coupled with the countless spiritual medicines he consumed over the past month, his realm could no longer be suppressed and jumped up three levels.

Upon receiving Rong Kun's reply, Long Zaitian of the Dragon Clan did not disturb Ye Yuan and instead patiently waited for him for a full month.

Presumably, this was out of respect for the White Tiger Clan.

A month later, Ye Yuan emerged from seclusion and met an old friend.

The patriarch of the Azure Dragon Clan, Ao Lin!

The position of the Azure Dragon Clan within the Green Dragon Clan was exactly like that of the Crimson Flame Clan within the White Tiger Clan—the strongest branch.

Ao Lin had once sought elixirs from Ye Yuan, and through their interactions, they became close friends.

Most of Ye Yuan's understanding of the Dragon Clan came through Ao Lin.

Upon seeing Ye Yuan, Ao Lin sighed emotionally, "Brother, when I heard the news of your demise back then, I lost all appetite for tea and food for months and had no heart for cultivation. This time, hearing of your return, I pleaded repeatedly with the patriarch to accompany the Grand Elder on this trip."

Ye Yuan punched him in the chest and laughed, "You old fellow still have some conscience! But your visit this time bodes ill!"

Ao Lin's expression stiffened, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

This time, to put it nicely, he was inviting Ye Yuan back; to put it bluntly, he was dragging Ye Yuan back, which put him in an awkward position.

"Brother, I..." Ao Lin said awkwardly.

Ye Yuan burst into laughter and said, "You old fellow, still so dull. I was just joking, and you took it seriously!"

Ao Lin was a very rigid person, but he was also quite loyal, which suited Ye Yuan's temperament.

In his previous life, Ye Yuan disliked petty scheming and preferred making friends with straightforward people, and Ao Lin was one of them.

Ye Yuan had once done Ao Lin a great favor, and Ao Lin was naturally extremely grateful to him.

But now, things had changed. Seeing Ye Yuan's appearance, Ao Lin couldn't help but sigh, "It's been many years. I never thought you, brother... would end up like this!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? For me, it's not necessarily a bad thing! Grand Elder, I still have some matters to attend to in the White Tiger Clan. Would it be alright if I accompany you to the Dragon Clan tomorrow?"

Long Zaitian had already waited a month, so he certainly didn't mind one more day. Naturally, he had no reason to refuse, but he said, "Master Qingyunzi, may I have a look at the Sacred Dragon Token?"

Ye Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Of course, no problem."

With that, Ye Yuan directly took out the Sacred Dragon Token, which looked like a fire poker. The dragon might emanating from it startled Long Zaitian and the others.

Ye Yuan wasn't afraid that Long Zaitian would snatch it; he simply tossed it to him.

The Sacred Dragon Token had already recognized him as its master. Unless Long Zaitian killed him, even if he had the token, he couldn't use it.

Moreover, Rong Kun was present, and this was the White Tiger Clan's territory. Even if Long Zaitian had two extra hands, he couldn't kill Ye Yuan.

Long Zaitian gently caressed the Sacred Dragon Token as if stroking his lover, unable to put it down.

"Over a hundred thousand years! The Sacred Dragon Token has been lost for a full hundred thousand years! Finally, it has returned to the Dragon Clan!" Long Zaitian sighed emotionally.

His words seemed to imply that Ye Yuan had already agreed to return the Sacred Dragon Token.

But how could that be?

In this world, no one would so casually hand over a divine artifact to someone else, would they?

Even Ye Yuan couldn't do that.

Ye Yuan laughed and said, "Grand Elder, don't dream on. I will not return the Sacred Dragon Token to the Dragon Clan! Now, I am the master of the Sacred Dragon Token!"