264 - Mistress, I Was Wrong

《My Lady Protagonist, I Was Wrong》 Chapter 264: Fury No one knew what Seventh Sister discussed with the elderly gentleman; they spent one or two hours in the secret chamber before leaving and returning to Dragon God's sleeping quarters. "Please, both of you young ladies, help guard the Dragon God. If he wakes up, feed him some raw meat." "..." Dongfang Minghui did not want to converse with this old gentleman at all. The idea of an apothecary worsening the condition of the undead was so disheartening for the elder that she feared an unwise comment might agitate him to death, or he might choose to apologize through death. That would be disastrous. She felt too drained to argue further, so she waved repeatedly, watching the old man depart from the sleeping quarters. "Hua Witchmaster." "Take me to see the Dragon Empress, I have urgent matters to report." Hua Xuan glanced at the night outside, a relaxed expression crossing his face as if he had aged by seven or eight years. How long had it been since he last saw such a sky? His musings were interrupted when the lazy dragons, still somewhat drowsy, looked startled. The reason mainly being, Hua Witchmaster caught them in their idle state, and secondly, they realized someone had been in the Dragon God's sleeping quarters for ages without their notice! This meant the Dragon God had been observing their laziness... This was indeed a fatal issue. "Yes, Hua Witchmaster, please this way." "How's the Empress today? And Little Yu'er?" "..." Only recently did they learn about Zi Yu's injuries, so when a muddle-headed lazy dragon hesitated, Hua Xuan discerned something was up, "Who got into trouble?" "Uh, Hua Witchmaster, we're not exactly sure, as we've been guarding the Dragon God's sleeping quarters, so we're quite in the dark about external happenings. Perhaps you could inquire when you meet the Empress?" "Very well." Concerned about the Dragon God's condition and longing to see his pupil he hadn't seen in over fifty years, Hua Xuan, though white-haired and aged, walked briskly, making the leading lazy dragon feel an increasing sense of urgency, which turned his expression serious, escalating the tension. Until they met the Dragon Empress. "Your servant pays respects to the Dragon Empress." "Has something major happened over there?" The Dragon Empress dismissed the other dragons to speak with Hua Xuan privately, yet she remained cautious and hesitant as she spoke. Hua Xuan stepped forward and whispered, "Dragon Empress, the secret of the Dragon God's sleeping quarters seems to be on the brink of exposure." The Dragon Empress shot a piercing gaze, visibly angry. Even in her fury, her dazzling face remained breathtaking, unsullied by time, though Hua Xuan's aging filled her with a hint of dread. In a flash, a century had passed. For the dragon clan, she had protected this secret for a hundred years. "Dragon Empress, please calm yourself and hear what I have to say." Hua Xuan had knowledge of the Dragon God's situation because he was the only apothecary in the entire dragon tribe. Dragon apothecaries were extremely rare, and ever since he had memories, he had taken on this responsibility, contributing to the entire tribe. Naturally, he also received the respect he deserved, along with the kindness and hospitality of the tribe. He had witnessed the catastrophic accident when it happened. Overnight, the Dragon Empress endured unimaginable losses: the dragoness, still an egg, vanished, Xiang Jun died tragically, and the once mighty Dragon God turned into such a state. If they didn't seal off the dragon land completely, the tribe would have unraveled instantly. Change was like a storm, arriving suddenly and resisting any countering attempts. He also witnessed a woman's growth overnight—enough to support the whole dragon tribe, suppress all grief and conspire with him, weaving a lie to stabilize the tribe. Now, that lie was about to fall apart, but those two claimed they could restore the Dragon God's consciousness partially. When Ke Han stood guard outside, hearing the Dragon Empress's furious voice, his ears perked up, and he turned to the dragon on guard beside him, "Zi Yu's gravely injured, and Hua Witchmaster happens to be here. Send someone to bring Zi Yu back." "Understood, Lord Ke Han." "Outrageous!" The Dragon Empress was irate, evidently infuriated, "Those two humans dare to, dare threaten me!" "Dragon Empress, please calm down. The current condition of the Dragon God is beyond my control... and I have been infected too." "What!" To make the Dragon Empress believe him, Hua Xuan, with a pained expression, rolled up his sleeve to reveal a segment of white bone. He glanced at it, but then his eyes brightened with excitement, "Dragon Empress, that little girl truly has a method!" Hua Xuan extended his hand towards the Dragon Empress, pointing at the dark mass within the exposed bone, "Dragon Empress, I wasn't lying. That little girl applied something to me, and in just a moment, the black material on my bones seems to have diminished significantly." He had been infected for several days, watching the condition deteriorate daily, emitting the same decaying odor as the Dragon God. He was prepared to die. If Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui hadn't arrived a few days earlier, Hua Xuan might have ended it himself. Of course, it would have been... suicide. The Dragon Empress's expression was complicated, "Is it truly that little girl with Xiang Jun's protective scale who treated you? What else did they say?" Seeing that the Dragon Empress had finally calmed down to hear him out, Hua Xuan relayed everything Qian Wanyu previously explained. Throughout, he noticed the Dragon Empress's complexion turn grim multiple times, and finally, he said, "Dragon Empress, prioritize the greater good." The Dragon Empress extended her slender fingers, coquettishly lifting her long hair. She had heard this phrase enough. Yet the burden she bore left her unable to simply crush that human, who seemed to carry the scent of death. "Very well, let me see what they can do." "Dragon Empress, is that an agreement?" Hua Xuan's tone still carried a tremor. "Didn't you just remind me to focus on the greater good?" The Dragon Empress huffed, "Since they personally escorted Xuan'er back to me, I'll let them off this once. But if they are lying—" "From what I see, they probably won't." "Let's hope so." --- "Seventh Sister, what did you discuss with the old man? Why hasn't he returned yet?" "Don't worry, the Dragon Empress is probably more anxious than us." Qian Wanyu wouldn't admit to Ninth Sister that she had threatened the old man—if the Dragon Empress didn't come, they'd send their Dragon God on his way. Killing a normal Dragon God might exceed her abilities, but to kill an undead who was comatose? That would be an easy task for her. Dongfang Minghui was anxious; the sleeping potion the old man gave the Dragon God was wearing off. Moreover, she was told that after each dose wore off, the Dragon God became more violent. Those thick chains seemed impressive, but to a once mighty Dragon God who had battled Emperor Tong, those chains were nothing. She reckoned even those chains could be shrugged off by Ding Ding. "Ding Ding." "Is the little guy hiding again?" Qian Wanyu almost had Ding Ding's cowardly nature figured out. Encountering the Dragon God and Dragon Empress, it would instantly turn into a quail, obediently well-behaved, "The Dragon Empress will be here soon, let it continue hiding." "Seventh Sister, how can the Dragon Empress immediately see the aura of death on you?" Dongfang Minghui couldn't figure it out, "I suppose the great war a hundred years ago made her detest spirit necromancers, Seventh Sister, she's unintentionally directing her anger at you." "Hm." Qian Wanyu understood perfectly well; the temper of that dragoness wasn't the best, but despite knowing this, Dongfang Minghui sighed, "Don't worry, she can't kill me for now." But she had no way of dealing with the other side; the Dragon Empress's Soul Mirror would be a powerful weapon once reassembled. For now? Can't kill Seventh Sister? Hearing those words, Dongfang Minghui grew even more worried, blaming her own simple mind for never considering situations thoroughly. Initially, her plan was simple: return Toothless to the dragon land. She never anticipated the Dragon Empress would treat them like enemies. The worse part was, they were up against a formidable dragoness—even Ding Ding feared her somewhat. She thought about it carefully; if the Dragon Empress caused trouble again with Seventh Sister's spiritual power yet to recover, how could she protect Seventh Sister? "Dragon Empress." "All of you, step back." "Understood." Now the group of lazy dragons outside were all on high alert, speaking energetically, unlike earlier when, rudely awakened by Hua Xuan, they were still in a stupor, unclear whether they were dreaming or lazing somewhere. Hua Xuan, with his full concentration on the Dragon God, naturally, didn't quibble with them, effectively letting them off the hook. The Dragon Empress pushed the door open, waving her hand, instantly illuminating the entire sleeping quarters. Qian Wanyu sat cross-legged, Dongfang Minghui stood to one side, both blocking the entrance to the secret chamber. "Let's cut to the chase. If you can't wake the Dragon God, I will tear you to pieces." "Sure," Qian Wanyu chuckled lightly, intending to drag the Dragon God to death's door first. If she had to die, she'd take one down with her. Dongfang Minghui felt helpless. Starting with threats of violence was just as she had predicted, a clash of strong wills between Seventh Sister and the Dragon Empress—strong against strong—a true testament to their strength. "You should stop arguing now. The Dragon God will soon regain consciousness. This elderly gentleman previously mentioned that after using the sedative potion, the Dragon God experiences brief bouts of agitation. I hope, Dragon Empress, you will find a way to suppress this agitation and refrain from using the sedative potion again, or he will grow increasingly manic." If things continued, even the Dragon Empress might not be able to control the Dragon God, and that would indeed be disastrous. Unleashing a powerful undead dragon would be far more dangerous than encountering Uncle Wood in his previous state. The Dragon Empress cast a sharp gaze toward her. Dongfang Minghui returned the glare forcefully, undeterred. "Cough, young friend, could you perhaps explain a bit more clearly?" The old gentleman, sensing the tension, decided to intervene as a mediator. "My point is simple. Since you were able to lock the Dragon God in the secret chamber initially, you must have a method to move him into the sleeping quarters. I need someone who can restrain him during his bouts of frenzy." Much like how the madam successfully restrained Uncle Wood back then; otherwise, her life would have been in peril. "Well—" Hua Xuan was troubled. During the original effort to bind and secure the Dragon God in the secret chamber, many young dragon clan members lost their lives. Doing this now seemed like unnecessary chaos. "Young friend, may I ask the purpose of this endeavor?" "If I explained every detail meticulously, would we still have time to save the Dragon God?" Impatiently, Dongfang Minghui rolled her eyes, rare for her to be so assertive, "Do you want to rescue him or not? If yes, you must follow my instructions." Qian Wanyu's serene eyes drifted toward the old man, "Did you convey my message to the Dragon Empress as I requested earlier?" "Yes, young lady, I did." "The young friend is correct. Compared to her, my skills indeed fall short. I hope the Dragon Empress will pardon my failing." The Dragon Empress was so enraged by these two brazen humans that her forehead veins throbbed. She clenched her hands into fists that repeatedly tightened and loosened before she calmly replied, "Your request is indeed challenging, but not impossible. Do you have other requests? State them all at once." "We need barrels large enough to contain the Dragon God," Dongfang Minghui expressed this need and immediately felt its infeasibility, given that the dragon was much larger than Toothless. How large must the barrels be? Possibly not one but many. "On second thought, a living spring large enough to hold the Dragon God would be ideal. It doesn’t have to be enormous, just big enough for him to fit." The Dragon Empress's lips pressed into a firm line, her brows knitted in hesitation. "You know the size of your Dragon God. I must repeatedly change the water, thus requiring a pool. The water in the pool should also have an outlet," Dongfang Minghui clarified, unwilling to harm anyone inadvertently. The discarded water would be tainted with venom. Anyone consuming it would risk becoming a new kind of undead. "Additionally, your dragon land should have a spiritual herb garden, from which I might need to gather some herbs." "Yes, yes, the young friend can rest assured. Little Yu'er will fully cooperate with you." Dongfang Minghui rubbed her nose, reluctant to involve the hot-tempered little dragon. "Do you need time to discuss this?" "Dragon Empress." "Witchmaster, allow me a moment to ponder." Just as the Dragon Empress finished speaking, a deafening noise erupted from the secret chamber. Fortunately, Dongfang Minghui had prepared sound-suppression pills for Seventh Sister and herself, yet the sound still felt as if it could pierce eardrums. Following the noise, massive iron chains clanked from beyond the secret chamber door. Dongfang Minghui felt the sound as if it came from directly behind her. "Seventh Sister, this place seems too dangerous. Should we step out for now?" "Sure." "...?" The Dragon Empress intended to consider carefully, but the painful, incessant cries drilled into her ears and heart. Never before had she directly faced the Dragon God's agony. She hoped he could endure, for the sake of the dragon tribe and for their Xuan'er. "Ke Han, come here." "Dragon Empress." "I have two tasks for you. First, open the gate atop the Dragon Peak. I want to bring the Dragon God there." "Dragon Empress, that is our sacred dragonland. Only the Dragon God is permitted entry. You know the consequences of violating our tribe's rule—" "Ke Han, if you refuse, I can find someone else." The Dragon Empress quickly cut him off. "Second, find a way to disperse the citizens along the way. Do not let them see the Dragon God in person." Dongfang Minghui's gaze flitted between the Dragon Empress and Ke Han, curious about Ke Han's unspoken words. "Seventh Sister, haven't you been to the Dragon Peak before?" Qian Wanyu gave Ninth Sister a quick glance, "It's a very interesting place." "Really?" Enthralled by Seventh Sister's words, her curiosity was ignited. "Is it fun?" Ding Ding, hiding behind the coiled emotions, wriggled slightly. Apparently intrigued by Qian Wanyu's comment, it shifted a bit before feigning inactivity once again. Ke Han hesitated briefly, then left swiftly to carry out the orders. "What assurance do you have that you can heal the Dragon God?" The Dragon Empress exhibited courage akin to burning bridges. She dared to take the risk, but that didn't mean she'd let the two humans lead her by the nose. Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui exchanged glances, and Dongfang Minghui spoke candidly, "In the human realm, we've encountered large numbers akin to the Dragon God, losing their reason and attacking anything in sight. We classify such individuals as undead." "Undead?" "Indeed, their reasoning is gone, but their bodies continue to function mechanically. Beings bitten by these undead gradually transform into similar monstrosities." Dongfang Minghui's words alone could lead the Dragon Empress to kill her numerous times, but she hadn't finished, "Previously, we encountered ordinary people like this. Entire villages turned undead, preferring to hunt live prey. They exuded an aura of death, their skins and bodies decaying. We later encountered spirit masters infected by undead bites, evolving with more deadly venom. The undead spirit masters were even more challenging than ordinary undead." Qian Wanyu's dark eyes quietly observed the Dragon Empress and the old man, whose mouth hung open in shock. "And what happened to those people?" the Dragon Empress suddenly inquired. "They died." Dongfang Minghui hated recalling the events at the small town, where entire villages and towns, thousands or even tens of thousands, had to be eradicated. "Don't look at us like that. Failing to eliminate them would mean losing their sanity, courage, even basic morality. Worse, at that time, the undead were encroaching on the academy." What kind of place was it? The academy was the source of fresh blood for the Prism Continent. No one wished to see a vibrant bloom wither. "Dragon Empress, you surely understand the gravity of the Dragon God's condition." The closed-off method mirrored that village situation, where even small children knew to protect family and villagers. Considering the harmonious marriage between the Dragon Empress and Dragon God, could she bear to see him perish like this? Indeed, the Dragon God's existence fortified the Dragon Empress's belief, making her resolute, enabling her to withstand anything over the century that transpired. "I understand." "I never expected such events among humans... Young friend, I've been infected too, does that mean I'll become..." Without courage, conviction, or even morality like the undead? "Then you have no way to cure those infected!" The Dragon Empress glared fiercely, that imposing aura nearly flattening the old man, whose knees buckled first, making him kneel involuntarily. "Who said that?" Qian Wanyu cast a fleeting glance at the Dragon Empress, "There was once an Emperor-level spirit master, injected with undead venom, controlled by a group of necromancers, whom Ninth Sister fully awakened." Dongfang Minghui was speechless, as that cure was down to sheer luck. Uncle Wood's revival was unmatched and extraordinary. "If I treat him, there's at least a one-third chance of success. If you don't believe I can cure him, not even that one-third chance is there. And another thing, Dragon Empress, understand clearly—we don't necessarily want to save him. It's you who implores us to save him." Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone this dragoness who repeatedly threatened to kill them. If not for Toothless, Dongfang Minghui would have been tempted to poison the Dragon God a bit more. With a cold expression, she said, "Of course, you can choose to die with us—it’s not a big deal for me to die alongside Seventh Sister. Yet, out of consideration for Toothless, I'll offer you two suggestions. For the Dragon God's condition, you have two choices: first, treat him. No one but me can save him in this world. Second, kill him, and I can tell you how. If you choose to save him, it’s as I said before—you implore us, not the other way around. Saving him requires many spiritual herbs, my energy, and time, along with precious materials. I raised Toothless without asking anything from you. Seventh Sister hasn't done anything, yet you attack us as if it's our fault. This is unreasonable." The message was simple—did you think they coveted anything from the Dragon Empress? They came with good intentions, returning Toothless to the dragon lands, only to have their goodwill dismissed. Qian Wanyu caught a glimpse of surprise in her eyes. In all their time together, she had never seen Ninth Sister so confrontational. Her gentle nature was usually easy to handle. This was perhaps the first time she's seen Ninth Sister so fired up. Dongfang Minghui looked vibrant and spirited. The Dragon Empress's complexion changed like a kaleidoscope, clearly angered by her words. Elder Hua, kneeling on the floor, was frightened half to death by the young friend's speech and wobbled to his feet, intending to mediate. "Of course, treat him." The Dragon Empress seemed to have had a sudden realization, instantly retracting her oppressive aura. Her attitude softened considerably and she stepped forward, her voice turning gentle and elegant, as if all the previous hostility was merely an illusion, "This Witchmaster speaks truly. Xuan'er has returned—I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet. Concerning the Dragon God, I hope you'll take good care of him. If you need any spiritual herbs or important items, just inform Elder Hua. I'll make every effort to find them for you." With the Dragon Empress's change in attitude, Dongfang Minghui felt slightly embarrassed, questioning whether her words had been too harsh. "Alright, if that's decided, Dragon Empress, please first arrange for the Dragon God to be bound and moved to Dragon Peak," Qian Wanyu noted. She understood the Dragon Empress's compromise was merely a delaying tactic. Just as Ninth Sister said, no one could save an undead but Ninth Sister. "Please wait a moment." Seeing the dispute resolved, Elder Hua plopped back to the ground with a thud. "Dragon Empress, I think the young friend might be very busy. Since my old bones aren't much use, perhaps Little Yu'er could assist her." Qian Wanyu cast a cold glance at the old man—his real intention was probably to steal her techniques rather than truly help. Apothecaries of the Prism Continent had their own methods and private pharmacies. Even when treating patients, they didn’t permit others to watch. Though Elder Hua appeared aged, he had plenty of wiles. Dongfang Minghui lacked Seventh Sister's vigilance; she merely glanced at the old man sympathetically. "Witchmaster, I haven't had the chance to discuss Little Yu'er with you. When you entrusted her to my care all those years ago, I failed to look after her properly... I'm truly sorry." "Dragon Empress, no need, you're flattering me. What happened to Little Yu'er?" Dongfang Minghui looked up at the sky, ears perked, eager to hear how the Dragon Empress would recount these events. The Dragon Empress's gaze wandered between Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui. "Little Yu'er often listened to me talk about Xuan'er and Xiang Jun and mistakenly thought this young lady was the human who took Xiang Jun's protective scale, so she attacked." "And then...?" Elder Hua looked nervously at the Dragon Empress. "Suffered severe injuries and remains unconscious." Elder Hua staggered and nearly fell. Dongfang Minghui felt a pang of sympathy too. She thought Zi Yu would wake soon but hadn't expected her to remain comatose, indicating how much force she had used. If not for the Soul Mirror, she might not have been able to avoid that strike. "Dragon Empress, I want to check on Little Yu'er. Leaving her unattended is extremely risky." "Certainly." The Dragon Empress was about to suggest someone escort Elder Hua over, but before she could, he dashed out, disregarding decorum, disappearing into the night. She couldn't help but sigh. Dongfang Minghui, hearing the roaring from the chamber fade, felt relieved. She edged closer to Qian Wanyu, "Seventh Sister, do you think those chains are secure?" Qian Wanyu pondered for a moment, but before she could answer, the Dragon Empress interrupted. "They are made of dragon clan black iron; even if I wanted to break free, it couldn't be done instantly." "But haven’t those chains been used for many years?" "Indeed, it's been several decades." Dongfang Minghui feared both the chains' insecurity and the iron rings embedded in the chamber. If the Dragon God broke free, reasoning with chains would be futile, and they could be killed. "When you bring the Dragon God to the Dragon Peak, please be cautious. If anyone is accidentally scratched or bitten, they should also be secured." "Are you concerned they might get infected, turning into those people you mentioned?" "Yes, and it's not a suspicion—it will happen." The undead virus spreads faster than anything she's encountered, and even Senior Brother Situ couldn’t develop an antidote. "Your dragon clan's destructive power is formidable. If even one gets infected, it will be disastrous." The Dragon Empress's face turned ghostly pale, as if witnessing a horrifying sight. Qian Wanyu swiftly pulled Dongfang Minghui behind her, both wary of the Dragon Empress, while her hand moved to her waist, "You were bitten by the Dragon God." Imagine, to bind the Dragon God with such massive chains, only the Dragon Empress could likely achieve it. The Dragon Empress smiled faintly, "You truly are clever. Indeed, I was bitten by the Dragon God, yet after all these years, haven’t I remained unscathed?" Dongfang Minghui gaped, suddenly recalling when the Dragon Empress transformed into a dragon to strangle her—she'd noticed an ugly scar on the tail. "You, you—" Could it be that a hundred years of undead venom wasn’t as fearsome, only becoming potent after steeping for a century, resulting in the Dragon God's current state? "Seventh Sister." "No, it's because of the Soul Mirror," Qian Wanyu spoke with concern about the Soul Mirror. Despite never having seen its true might, she learned from the old man that their long-sought dragon land was sealed within the mirror. No wonder it had remained hidden for a century; this mirror was akin to a divine protector. The Dragon Empress widened her smile, her appearance unsettling. Dongfang Minghui, skulking behind Seventh Sister, suddenly felt the ground tremble, seeing it under her feet vibrate as if something was emerging from below. Instinctively sensing trouble, she shouted, "Seventh Sister, the Dragon God is going mad—we must go!" "What?" Qian Wanyu reacted swiftly, grasping Dongfang Minghui's wrist as they darted past the Dragon Empress. Within the blink of an eye, the idle dragons on patrol, previously shocked at Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu's appearance, witnessed the Dragon Empress emerging disheveled. Before they could salute, they saw the soil of the Dragon God's once-standing sleeping quarters burst into the air, a majestic black dragon emerging from the ruins, ringing with metallic clinks. "Dragon God!" The lazy dragons' jaws nearly hit the ground, not knowing how to respond. Dongfang Minghui swallowed hard, wishing she could zip her lips, cursing herself for speaking ill omen. "Seventh Sister, we can't defeat him. What should we do?" Never mind that Seventh Sister was recovering from injuries, even at her peak, she couldn’t match the Dragon God. Qian Wanyu's headache pounded—the dragon land was peculiar, slowing spiritual recovery and lacking ambient spiritual energy, presenting a problem, "To be honest, my current spiritual power is less than a third of what it was." Her words were directed at the Dragon Empress. "Seventh Sister." Dongfang Minghui was so shocked her tongue nearly got tied. She hadn't realized how weakened Seventh Sister was. Regretting deeply, she hurried forward, blocking Qian Wanyu with her body. "Seventh Sister, let me protect you this time." Qian Wanyu had the sudden urge to embrace her and give her a good kiss. Drawing her Water Thunder Whip, she calmly declared, "Against an Emperor-level spirit, I'd still fight. To prevent unnecessary losses, Dragon Empress, you'd better disperse your populace first." "Thank you." The Spiritual Emperor level… perhaps an overestimation. After all, the Dragon God was now an undead dragon, slower in speed and response compared to before. The only downside was its inability to die, or rather, the fact it couldn’t be killed. The only option left was to bind the dragon and guide it to where it needed to be. "I'm not doing this for you," Qian Wanyu stated bluntly. "We will do our best to drive the dragon to Dragon Peak, but Dragon Empress, we won't hold out for long." "Exactly." Dongfang Minghui really didn’t want to face a mindless, high-energy dragon directly. "Seventh Sister, if it comes down to it, you should hide inside Ding Ding's cauldron." Yet Qian Wanyu placed a hand gently on her neck, playfully pressing it to see her flinch from the tickling. She spoke more sternly, "Ding Ding won't be able to stop the Dragon God. It might even make things worse. Also, Ninth Sister, since we've committed to saving him, we should see it through. If we weren't willing to help, we shouldn't have agreed at the start." "Ugh, fine, what you say makes sense, Seventh Sister." Dongfang Minghui accepted the reprimand, realizing her suggestion was a bit out of line—a cowardly escape plan only made her feel like a deserter. Yet, confronting a dragon comparable to a Spirit Emperor, she felt immense pressure. This was truly a life-and-death situation lacking hope of survival. Thinking it over, if something happened to the Dragon Empress, she would never forgive herself for letting Toothless down. When Toothless awoke and learned she hadn’t helped during a critical moment, it might never forgive her, either. "Seventh Sister, stay behind me. Don't run around, okay?" Qian Wanyu couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to mention that even with only one-third of her spiritual power, her fighting ability shouldn't be underestimated—the advantage of a Five Elements Spiritual Body. Only this silly girl would see her as an ordinary person. "Sure, whatever Ninth Sister says." "They're here." In that moment, the Dragon Empress finished dispersing the crowd. Coupled with Ke Han’s earlier efforts, they could already see the shadows of several dragons by the time they spoke. The Dragon God, emerging from the sleeping quarters, paused momentarily before charging toward them, first at a trot, then picking up speed. Dongfang Minghui could even feel the wind tinged with the stench of decay brushing against her cheeks. The Dragon Empress, seeing the iron chains still dangling from the Dragon God’s limbs, quickly grasped one, "Everyone, grab a chain and guide him to Dragon Peak." "Yes, Dragon Empress." "Uh, can I ask, what is the Dragon God’s element?" Dongfang Minghui held onto a chain, barely managing. She couldn't help but ask, imagining if it was lightning, they’d need to brace themselves for getting struck. She’d felt that electrifying sensation a few times from Seventh Sister, and didn't want it repeated. "It's a dual fire and lightning type." Fearing both fire and lightning, Dongfang Minghui: "..." Qian Wanyu watched Ninth Sister’s stunned look, wanting to laugh. She wrapped the chain that nearly slipped from her hand three times and pulled her back toward Ke Han, tossing her over. "Dragon Empress, if anything happens to Ninth Sister, no one will be able to treat the Dragon God, so whatever it takes, keep her safe." "Very well, Ke Han, protect the Witch." "Seventh Sister." "Don't worry about me." Dongfang Minghui felt Ke Han securing her arm tightly, finally realizing the disparity in strength. She tried to unleash her spiritual energy to break free, reaching to her waist for a plum blossom needle to prick the annoying dragon like a sieve, only to recall that Zi Yu had emptied her secret stash. "Let me go." Sensing Xiang Jun’s scent lingering, Ke Han, still half-dazed, bound her hands and tossed her to a dragon behind him, "This is a distinguished guest of the dragon clan. Ensure her safety, unharmed." "Yes, Lord Ke Han." "You bastard." Dongfang Minghui was dragged further from Seventh Sister, the roaring around her overwhelming in its intimidation, her fury erupted, and even her curses flowed naturally. She couldn't see what bound her—a soft yet tight constraint, tightening the more she struggled. "Seventh Sister." Qian Wanyu observed as she surged like a fiery little dragon, trying to break free with both hands and even legs. The dragons guarding her were cautious, unwilling to harm her despite being kicked repeatedly. Qian Wanyu witnessed her stubbornness, laughing softly at her. She then suggested, "Knock her out." "No, Seventh Sister." "Pig Immortal Grass, help me." "Ding." Pain struck her neck, but she never heard what the Pig Immortal Grass said last. Seventh Sister.