Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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By the time the people from the Yunnan branch returned, it was already midnight.
The Menghu Mountain area had been quite turbulent these past few days. First, the weather suddenly changed, with torrential rains followed by terrifying thunderstorms. Many locals were speculating whether some spirit was undergoing tribulation in the mountains. The lightning strikes, in particular, were terrifying; countless terrifying lightning dragons struck down, leveling a mountain in seconds and triggering landslides and mudslides – a truly frightening sight. Fortunately, the area was not densely populated, and the local government evacuated residents in time, preventing any casualties.
However, videos of the thunderstorm were still circulating online.
The Yunnan Provincial Branch had to assist the local government and police in arranging the cleanup work, while also paying attention to online public opinion to prevent the spread of content that should not be widely disseminated. Not to mention, there was also a ticking time bomb, Gonggong, who was on the run. The Yunnan Provincial Branch had never encountered such a major incident since its establishment.
Everyone at the branch office was completely overwhelmed and exhausted.
Fortunately, good news soon came from the Jiangcheng Demon Management Bureau— Ying Long Taotie and Ya Zi had been found and killed Gonggong, completely eliminating the threat. They also unexpectedly discovered a small world that would influence the development of the entire demon race.
After several days of anxiety, the director of the Yunnan Provincial Branch felt a surge of confidence, realizing he could still hold on. He efficiently handled Menghu Mountain’s matter and then returned to the branch with Tai Feng and others.
The news of Gonggong’s death was so inspiring that everyone’s fatigue vanished, and they all attended the meeting with renewed vigor.
Ying Qiao and Tai Feng announced the news of Gonggong’s death and made arrangements for the handling of the remaining members of the Qian faction. They then told the rest of the unrelated people to go back and rest.
In the end, only Ying Qiao, Jiang Lan, Tai Feng, Bi Xi, Bi’an, and the director of the Yunnan Provincial Branch remained in the conference room.
“Is the story about the small world true?” Tai Feng asked.
To prevent leaks and unnecessary trouble, Ying Qiao did not mention the small world or the possible resurrection of many ancient demons at the conference. He only privately informed Tai Feng, asking him to inform the headquarters. The small world and the resurrection of ancient demons were related to the entire demon race, and may even affect the current relationship with the human race. It was a matter of great importance, and must be handled carefully and properly.
Although he knew Ying Qiao wouldn’t joke about something like this, Tai Feng still found it hard to believe.
How prosperous were the demon races in ancient times? Back then, powerful demons roamed everywhere. Only by personally experiencing the great demons of ancient times could one truly appreciate the prosperity and power of the ancient demon races.
Those who were deeply involved in that life like Tai Feng had the most profound understanding of it.
He had personally witnessed countless powerful demons fall and disappear one after another.
“It’s pretty close.” Ying Qiao nodded, knowing what he was thinking from his beaming face. He tapped the conference table with his finger to remind him, “But don’t have too high expectations. Countless great demons perished in ancient times, but that small world is not just another lower realm.”
The small world was not the true lower realm after all. Even if ancient demons were lucky enough to be resurrected in it, they may not have their relatives and friends there.
Under the Way of Heaven, all living beings were the same.
Just as the great demon’s demise came without any warning, the revival of this small world was likely to be completely random and entirely dependent on luck.
Regardless of how many were resurrected, it was a good thing for the entire demon race.
“I know.” Tai Feng smiled broadly: “But the Dragon Palace was able to find Chi Wen[1], so there might be some old acquaintances among them.”
Ying Qiao wasn’t without such thoughts, but compared to the great demons who perished in the lower realm, the demon race that vanished with the destruction of the upper realm seemed to have even less hope.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, so he simply gave up hope.
He tapped the table again, saying impatiently, “Let’s begin. We need to go back and rest after the meeting.”
It doesn’t matter to you since your partner isn’t around, but I’m in a hurry to go back to the hotel with my boyfriend to sleep.
He urged him repeatedly, and Tai Feng had no choice but to calm himself down and connect the video call with the General Administration.
The General Administration took the news very seriously after receiving it from Tai Feng. They had been waiting for follow-up information since early morning. After the video call was connected, the atmosphere became solemn. Tai Feng reported on the events that had happened in Yunnan Province in recent days. Ying Qiao then added information when Gonggong and the Small World were mentioned.
The meeting lasted for three hours. When it ended, the General Administration said that they would send someone to make contact the next day, and first send an elite team to explore the situation in the small world.
If the investigation proved it to be true, Jiang Lan and the others would be credited with the highest merit.
Jiang Lan, who had been dozing off, perked up when he heard about the awarding of merits. He quietly asked Ying Qiao, “How much is the bonus for a first-class merit?”
As a Taotie with a partner, he was always short of money.
Ying Qiao’s expression was strange. Seeing the expectation in his eyes, he couldn’t bear to discourage him: “Those people at the General Administration are even stingier than Tai Feng.”
The meaning was that being awarded merit was the highest honor and should not be corrupted by money.
Jiang Lan: ???
He immediately wilted, leaned dejectedly against Ying Qiao, and muttered under his breath, “That’s too stingy. I’d rather be corrupted by money.”
Ying Qiao laughed when he heard this. Seeing that Tai Feng had already cut off the video call, he got up and pulled him up, saying, “Well, let’s go home and roll around in our jewel pile. We won’t miss their stingy little bit of money.”
Jiang Lan was pleased with the gesture, but then he thought that he shouldn’t say it like that; he should still accept what was given to him for free.
Tai Feng felt an urge to cry whenever he saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey. As the group admin of the “Ying Gou Breaks Up and Changes His Name” group, he was the only one in the group who had personally witnessed Ying Qiao and Jiang Lan showing off their affection. He felt disillusioned and thought the group name would probably never be changed in his lifetime.
It’s not a dog when it should be, and it’s not a ferocious beast when it should be.
Love truly does lead people to good.
It’s quite heartbreaking.
After the meeting, everyone went back to rest.
The hotel had been arranged by Bi Xi long ago. Jiang Lan and Ying Qiao stayed in one suite, and Ya Zi, along with his precious nest of eggs, came along. Geng Chen, on the other hand, was ruthlessly thrown into the room next to Ji Xian’s by Ying Qiao, who told him to figure out how to appease his wife.
At first, Geng Chen kept nagging and complaining about why Ying Qiao didn’t arrange a room for him and Ji Xian.
Ying Qiao sneered and said, “Wouldn’t it be better to give you one night to think about how to explain yourself tomorrow? Or do you want to be interrogated by three judges tonight?”
Geng Chen: …
He finally shut his incessant mouth and behaved himself.
After arranging Geng Chen’s affairs, there were still two small ones and a nest of eggs to arrange.
Although it was late, there were still many things to do, and no one was sleepy. After having a late-night snack, the brothers gathered in Jiang Lan’s room and began to examine the nest of eggs.
Ya Zi stood nervously by the side, looking at Bi’an with a wary expression, worried that he would steal his eggs.
Bi’an’s lips twitched. Under Ya Zi’s wary gaze, he reached out and stroked each of the four eggs that had not yet shed their stone skin. His smile grew wider and wider: “They are definitely the third and sixth brothers. The auras of the remaining two are unfamiliar, but they should also be dragons.”
After speaking, he looked at Bi Xi, waiting for his conclusion.
Bi Xi then slowly raised his hand to feel the life inside the egg.
Jiang Lan and Bi’an both stared at him nervously.
After a moment, Bi Xi withdrew his hand and nodded, saying, “It’s the third and sixth brothers.” Then he looked at Ying Qiao and said, “I’m not sure about the aura of the remaining two eggs. You can check for yourself.”
Ying Qiao’s brows twitched slightly as he looked at the two eggs that had been placed separately to one side.
Ya Zi found a nest of five eggs in total, three of which were from the Dragon Palace, and the remaining two were likely eggs from other species mixed in. Ying Qiao hadn’t investigated at the time; it was Jiang Lan and Ya Zi who had been taking care of the eggs.
Now that Bi Xi had suddenly asked him to investigate, he realized something, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to probe the aura of the two eggs.
The egg was covered in a grayish-white stone membrane, which provided ample spiritual energy but also isolated one’s aura. Only by getting close and examining it closely could one detect the isolated aura.
Ying Qiao placed his hand on the egg’s body, lowering his eyes to carefully sense it. Only when he sensed a familiar, shared power did he raise his eyes in astonishment: “Ying Long?!”
Seeing his reaction, Bi Xi nodded and said, “It seems I didn’t make a mistake.”
The remaining two eggs did indeed belong to the Ying Long clan.
Ying Qiao was somewhat incredulous. After confirming several times, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: “It’s Yin Feng and Heng Ning.”
In Ying Qiao’s generation, there were very few children his age. Yin Feng and Heng Ning were the children of his second and third aunts. When Ying Qiao was a child, he was a little tyrant and didn’t play much with his aunts’ two sons. Instead, he often hung out with Geng Chen, who was from the older generation. It wasn’t until he descended to the mortal realm that he became familiar with Yin Feng and Heng Ning.
Unfortunately, Yin Feng and Heng Ning both perished one after another, leaving only him and Geng Chen. In the end, even Geng Chen was gone.
Ying Qiao had been a lonely dragon for thousands of years and never thought he could find his own kind again. Of course, Geng Chen, that shameful fool, doesn’t count.
He carefully tucked the two dusty dragon eggs into his sleeve: “Once Yun is free of trouble, I’ll take them back.”
As a result, Ya Zi, who was standing nearby, was immediately displeased. He was already unhappy to see the others touching his eggs back and forth, and now that Ying Qiao was going to take his eggs away, he became furious.
He crouched down and howled fiercely at Ying Qiao, demanding that he return the egg immediately.
Nobody is allowed to touch his balls!
“…”
Ying Qiao exchanged a few glances with him, finally remembering how much Ya Zi had cherished the egg along the way, and could only put it back for the time being, looking at Bi Xi.
Seeing that he put the eggs back, Ya Zi immediately dragged the basket in front of him and covered the eggs with his body, looking like he wouldn’t give them to anyone.
His actions left Bi’an dumbfounded, muttering, “How come someone with amnesia has developed a liking for hatching eggs?” He looked incredulous, “Seventh Brother didn’t have this hobby before?”
Before, if anyone dared to ask him to hatch eggs, he would probably have beaten them to a pulp with his petty temper.
Bi Xi’s expression was somewhat complicated, but he thought about it more deeply and said to Ying Qiao, “Old Eight was hatched in the Dragon Palace before. The Dragon Palace has special people to take care of it. If you don’t mind, you can come with us to send these two eggs to the Dragon Palace to hatch.”
His words had two meanings, which Ying Qiao understood immediately.
After glancing at the egg that Ya Zi was pressing under his belly, Ying Qiao said without hesitation, “Then let’s listen to our elder brother and let them have company.”
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[1] Chi Wen (螭吻 / 鸱吻) is a mythological creature in Chinese folklore and traditional architecture, famously known as the ninth son of the dragon.
