The Four Thieves of Juxuan Island stared at Xiao Xinghai with murderous intent.

"Who the hell are you! Where’s the Dragon Ball!"

Xiao Xinghai was completely baffled. What Dragon Ball? Who are you four, and where am I?

The frustration of The Four Thieves of Juxuan Island grew, they had spent a hundred years preparing to steal the Dragon Ball, only to have it switched out after the heist!

It must have been that Liu who did it!

"Still playing dumb, die!"

Although their realms had fallen, they were still at the Divinity Transformation Stage, not to mention Xiao Xinghai was seriously injured and struggling to even stand.

Despite not understanding what was happening, Xiao Xinghai, with an innocent face, allowed them to attack him.

Just as their attack was about to hit Xiao Xinghai, a strand of his hair suddenly burst forth with a dark light.

Being a genius of the Kunpeng Clan with unmatched cultivation talent, it was unthinkable for him not to have something to save his life.

This strand of hair was one of Black Feather Venerable’s feathers, which would reveal itself when Xiao Xinghai faced danger.

"Ah——"

The four from Juxuan Island were swept by the dark light and ceased to breathe.

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The Long Clan received a clue and split their forces to pursue both Lu Yang’s group and The Four Thieves of Juxuan Island.

"Those four at the Divinity Transformation Stage left with a coffin?" The Dragon Clan Elder sneered coldly, did they really think they could escape like that?

"Chase them!"

The Dragon Clan Elder, leading a large group of followers, flew out of Sea City grandly, inquiring with the fish near Sea City about the direction of the four.

It was his talent. He was born with the ability to communicate with these ordinary fish without spiritual intelligence.

From the information provided by the fish, they transformed into their original shapes; dozens of True Dragons flew impressively over the ocean surface, their presence formidable.

"It’s this island!"

By the time they arrived, they saw Xiao Xinghai lying in a coffin, covered in blood, panting and extremely weak, unable to stand, while the four Divinity Transformation Stage thieves lay on the ground, their blood spilled everywhere.

The assembly of dragons was shocked by the scene. This person had fought in a bath of blood and slain the four thieves; he was a hero of the Long Clan!

The dragons descended; some confirmed the identities of the four Divinity Transformation Stages, while many gathered around Xiao Xinghai, praising his heroic deed.

Xiao Xinghai was totally bewildered.

I was just lying in a coffin, opened it and someone wanted to kill me, the feather from the elder counterattacked, and now I’m a hero of the Long Clan?

Where did Lu Yang and his three companions go?

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Lu Yang’s group, with the Ancestral Dragon Grass, prepared to find the black-robed member of the Long Clan, but halfway there, Lu Yang halted the others.

"Hold on a second."

"What’s up?"

"If we hand over the item to the Dragon Clan Elder and he goes back on his word, takes advantage while we go back for the coffin and flees, what then?"

"We don’t recognize him with his face covered."

"Makes sense, so we just take the coffin and find him directly?"

"Right."

Lu Yang’s group turned around and headed to the Commerce Association.

In the Commerce Association, Manager Liu finished his business and no longer stayed at the front desk, assigning another subordinate to stand guard there.

"Hello, we’ve come to collect a coffin we stored three days ago, and deposited three hundred Spirit Stones at the time." Meng Jingzhou took out a voucher, which Manager Liu had issued.

The front desk clerk checked the voucher against the records, confirmed it was correct, and after quite some time, found the coffin covered with the black cloth.

After receiving the coffin covered with the black cloth, Lu Yang and the others thought to themselves how considerate the Commerce Association was.

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He lifted the black cloth, confirmed that the coffin was indeed the model they had previously chosen, and then rushed off excitedly to find the black-robed member of the Long Clan.

Lu Yang and his three companions carried the coffin, ignoring the odd looks from those around them, and ran into the room at the far western end of the tea house.

The black-robed Long Clan member had been waiting in the room all along.

Lu Yang, holding the wooden box with the Ancestral Dragon Herb in one hand and the coffin on his shoulder,

The black-robed Long Clan member’s body shook, not expecting that Lu Yang’s claim of a friend being gravely injured and in need of Dragon’s Blood three days ago was true.

Three days had passed, and they had helped him find the Ancestral Dragon Herb, but his friend was already dead.

Common folk always fantasized that bathing in Dragon’s Blood could bring the dead back to life and grant immortality, but in reality, Dragon’s Blood was nowhere near that miraculous.

"Elder, we have completed the task."

The black-robed Long Clan member didn’t expect Lu Yang and his companions to be so efficient with their task: "You weren’t discovered, were you?"

"No."

Lu Yang handed over the wooden box.

The black-robed Long Clan member opened the box and saw the Ancestral Dragon Herb that resembled a dragon claw lying inside; he breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it had been found at last.

Lu Yang rubbed his hands together and sheepishly smiled, "Elder, since we have completed the task, how about the Dragon’s Blood..."

The Blood of a Body Integration Realm Dragon would undoubtedly greatly aid in Haoran’s recovery; it might even take his Dragon Transformation Manual to a higher level.

"Of course, I will give it to you. I always keep my word."

Just then, a huge dragon claw lifted the roof of the teahouse, scaring everyone inside into running away in all directions.

"Ao Ran, I didn’t expect you to be the one who stole the Dragon Ball, and you even called four humans to assist you!"

Three giant dragons circled above Sea City, staring down at the black-robed member of the Long Clan; their whiskers fluttering in the water current, their dragon eyes commanding, all displaying the imposing authority of the overlord of the East Sea.

"Aoye, you falsely accuse me!" roared the black-robed Long Clan member Ao Ran, "What Dragon Ball? I’ve never even seen it before, and these four? I don’t know them at all!"

He had indeed heard that the Dragon Ball was lost; it was obviously your responsibility to guard the Dragon Ball. How could its disappearance have anything to do with me?

Lu Yang and his companions felt the name Ao Ran sounded familiar.

Man Gu, the least cluttered in thought, was the first to remember. Before they had set out for the East Sea, Uncle Ba mentioned he had a friend there named Ao Ran, who always liked to play with sealing his cultivation level, planning for a breakthrough right at the critical moment.

"Elder Ao Ran, we four are from the Seek Dao Sect, I am Man Gu, and these three are Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou, and Li Haoran!"

"You are from the Seek Dao Sect?" Ao Ran recollected the letter Uncle Ba sent him not long ago, mentioning that five outstanding juniors from the Seek Dao Sect were heading to the East Sea, and these young ones were always stirring up trouble. If he were to encounter them, he should look out for them.

"And you say you don’t know them!"

When the three from Aoye heard the name Lu Yang, it seemed to trigger a memory: "Old Buyu’s disciple, Lu Yang!"

They could not believe that both master and disciple had taken turns trying to steal the Dragon Ball, truly not taking their Dragon Palace seriously at all!

"You three stop making senseless accusations!" Ao Ran protected Lu Yang and the others, suspecting that the trio was seizing the opportunity to make trouble.

"Making senseless accusations? Then what is that in the wooden box?"

Ao Ran, standing on the side of justice, was not afraid of slanted shadows. He opened the wooden box, showing the dragon claw-shaped herb: "Ancestral Dragon Herb, a congratulatory gift for the Palace Master’s grand birthday. Is there a problem with that?"

The three from Aoye hesitated; this wasn’t right. Wasn’t the Dragon Ball supposed to be in a wooden box?

Suddenly, their gaze fixated on the most conspicuous coffin in the room.

"What’s inside that coffin?"

Angrily, Ao Ran opened the coffin: "Of course there’s a person inside the coffin!"

Everyone then saw a sparkling and translucent orb, the size of a palm, resting securely inside the coffin.

It was indeed the Dragon Ball.

The room fell deathly silent, as still as the grave.

Ao Ran: "..."

"Caught red-handed, what excuse do you have left?"

"You were about to slit your wrist and let your blood, were you trying to make the Ball recognize a new master?"

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