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A pack of useless fish and shrimp, masquerading as true dragons, being brutally slain by the enemies of the Dragon Clan; how could the Dragons bear such humiliation? Thus, a great war was born from this.

Who knows the price the Buddhist Gate had to pay to let the Dragon Clan tolerate the existence of Dragon Pool, but the Dragon Clan had strict regulations on its use, demanding that scaled creatures transforming in the Dragon Pool possess a certain degree of discipline.

They could be weak, or different from actual dragons, but they could not take on the image of a true dragon only to be effortlessly slaughtered.

“So, did I break the agreement between your Buddhists and the Dragon Clan?”

Feng Qing’an pointed at the baby Heavenly Dragon that was still frolicking joyously in the Heavenly Pond, oblivious to the danger it was in.

The dazed baby dragon, even after it transformed into a Heavenly Dragon and its spirit increased manifold, lacked worldly experiences and had only naivety and curiosity due to its innocence, and also had an affinity for the long-haired youngster on the shore.

“Indeed.”

“Then, Master, why didn’t you stop me when I was climbing the mountain?”

“I merely thought the benefactor was here for a look-see. Never did I imagine that dropping a silver scale in the pond would lead to such a calamity.”

“Aren’t you overstating it, Master? It’s just a Silver Scale that hasn’t yet crossed the tribulation. Even if it turns into the shape of the Heavenly Dragon, what of it?”

Feng Qing’an wanted to test the authenticity of the Dragon Pool, to validate whether its effect was as mentioned in legends.

Now that he’s done with his deeds, this monk jumps out all of a sudden, warning him of potential chaos. This had ignited Feng Qing’an’s rebellious streak. Although he knew that this seemingly simple-minded monk might be manipulating him, Feng Qing’an didn’t want to suppress his urges.

“The Dragon Clan can’t tolerate such a weak Heavenly Dragon to exist in this world.”

The Monk spoke the reasons behind it, which were filled with crude bloodiness.

“What are you implying, Master?”

Feng Qing’an understood; a weak Heavenly Dragon, even with the appearance of a real dragon, would not be allowed to survive—the weak could exist, but not those who posed as Heavenly Dragons.

“Amitabha Buddha, monks do not utter lies, I’d like the benefactor to eliminate the consequences of his actions.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself, Master?”

Feng Qing’an understood the Monk’s intention. Ultimately, his motive was to kill the newly born baby Heavenly Dragon in the Dragon Pool.

“Monks have mercy in their hearts, they are not allowed to kill.”

A look of despair appeared on the Monk’s face.

“Coincidentally, I also practice the teachings of the Confucian School and am trying to cultivate a benevolent heart. For such a creature who hasn’t wronged me and only brought trouble because of my mistake, I can’t bring myself to kill it.”

Of course, Feng Qing’an refused. He didn’t care before, but now that things had turned out like this, asking him to kill the baby dragon was out of the question.

“Confucianism?!”

The Monk’s sorrowful expression nearly gave in, unlike those from Taoism who seek to be detached from the world, a considerable number of their Buddhist teachings involve faith and will invariably touch upon worldly affairs.

And in worldly affairs, they would naturally encounter the Confucian School. There wasn’t much of an issue within the West Xi Lan Continent where Buddhist power was dominant. Almost no other power outside Buddhism could establish a foothold here. However, things were completely different outside this continent.

Based on his own experiences, he knew of no less than ten Confucians in other continents who wielded considerable power and engaged in battles against their Buddhists.

Under these circumstances, no knowledgeable Buddhist cultivators could bear any goodwill towards those who had connections with the Confucians. The dilemma was that the young man in front of him, while appearing strikingly similar to a Buddhist monk, was a difficult character to handle.

“Does master have any thoughts?”

“Benefactor must bear the consequences of the seeds that he has sown.”

Master Yinkong responded.

He can understand not wanting to get one’s hands dirty with blood, but if you created a mess, then you need to contain the resulting disaster. As for the boy’s capacity to endure, Master did not worry, after all, the Buddhist Gate was acting as a guarantor.

“It’s agreed then. So long I ensure that it overcomes two heavenly tribulations, the Dragon Clan won’t raise any more questions, right?”

Feng Qing’an pointed at the little Heavenly Dragon, who had a dashing exterior but was essentially useless inside.

“If you can accomplish that, then it naturally won’t undermine the agreement between our Buddhist Gate and the Dragon Clan.”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Master couldn’t help but voice doubts in his heart. He couldn’t figure out where the boy’s confidence sprang from. The intensity of the heavenly tribulation was not constant, but varied depending on the status of the one crossing it.

Thus, it was often heard that geniuses were struck down by thunder tribulation. If even geniuses could fall under the heavenly tribulation, not to mention cultivators whose foundations were unstable.

Although most of them would never attract their own thunder tribulation in this life, there would always be a few who, for various reasons, managed to summon thunder. But their outcomes were generally not good, if they didn’t have special methods, they would inevitably turn to dust.

The newly born Heavenly Dragon in the Dragon Pool not far away was far from stable, it had no foundation in cultivation. Its massive spiritual power, transformed by the Dragon Pool, was empty and useless.

This kind of thing, even if it could attract thunder, would only be struck dead by the heavenly lightning. How could it possibly go through two heavenly tribulations and meet the minimum standards of the Dragon Clan?

“Oh, small matter, I will deal with it.”

Feng Qing’an could care less after hearing that. Having merely to overcome two heavenly tribulations, he could lend a helping hand. If it outlasted them, it would live; if it didn’t, falling in the form of a Heavenly Dragon that was almost identical to a true dragon was also somewhat of a blessing.

“Does master have other matters to discuss?”

“You are not planning to descend the mountain?”

Master was also somewhat puzzled. If Feng Qing’an had shown up here, it meant that he was unhappy with the ongoing tampering with the Dragon Pool. This was not a toy for children to play with, but one of their Tianlong Temple’s ancestral lands.

“Why should I descend the mountain?”

Feng Qing’an was also puzzled. He threw a fish into the pool, not because he was bored and had nothing better to do, flaunting his low moral quality.

But he wanted to test the miraculousness of this Dragon Pool. Since he had verified the legends, what he had to do now was simple.

Splash~

A stream of golden light shot out from the boy’s collar and plunged into the somewhat chaotic Dragon Pool under Master’s stunned gaze.

“Master Wind, what are you doing?”

Master’s face darkened. He looked up at the two protectors of the Dragon Pool, but the most upsetting thing was that the two protector spirits guarding this place didn’t show any reaction, nor did they seem to intend to banish this intruder.

“No need to be nervous, master. Just watch. I’m merely washing my armor.”

Feng Qing’an pointed with a smile to the increasingly turbulent Dragon Pool where two golden scaled dragons could be seen frolicking. One of them showed no signs of vitality, clearly it was a dragon-shaped armor.

“Just armor! That’s good, that’s good.”

Realizing the situation wasn’t as bad as he feared, Master Yinkong slowly let out a sigh of relief, but a few veins quickly popped on his forehead. For goodness’ sake!

“Benefactor, the Dragon Pool has limited divine nurturance. If you squander it like this, it will delay the birth of the Heavenly Dragon.”