“Don't compare me to those old scholars. Although I'm over twenty thousand years old, in the dragon clan, I'm still just a child.”
Ao Chen finished speaking, picked up the floral tea in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.
“Whew, not bad, though it's still a bit lacking compared to spiritual tea.”
“Besides, when I was sealed in the magic stone crystal wall, I witnessed the changes of this continent with my own eyes for so long. Do those historical documents know more than me, or in greater detail?”
“As for cultivation knowledge, that goes without saying. There isn't even a single god on the Elan Continent, whereas this lord here was once a Heaven Immortal.”
Although the cultivation methods of the Three Realms were somewhat different from those here, all paths of cultivation in the world ultimately led to the same end.
Myriads of Great Daos, all leading to the same destination.
“If all else fails, you can write one yourself. You've lived for so long, so you must have seen many exciting things. If you write them down, maybe it'll become a bestseller on the Elan Continent.”
Tyr had actually flipped through those novels Ao Chen had gotten. They felt extremely cliché and repetitive, with basically nothing new.
“Of course novels are meant to be read when written by others! What's the fun in writing your own? Don't you know that the whole point of reading a novel is that sense of anticipation? Guessing what might happen next in the plot... If I write it myself, there's absolutely no anticipation at all.”
Ao Chen leaned back in his chair, spreading his claws as he spoke.
“Hey, why don't you write one? I heard your past life was also a scholar. Don't the scholars among you humans love writing those kinds of novels? You should write one too.”
The two of them had actually talked about their past lives when they were in the Sword Prison. Although they didn't share much, they had a general understanding of each other's life stories.
“How about Nezha Conquers the Dragon King? Would you read that?”
To Tyr's surprise, Ao Chen didn't show any anger. Instead, he spoke with a hint of boredom.
“That's ancient, outdated stuff from who knows how many years ago. I've already read it.”
Furthermore, not only had Ao Chen read the storybook of Nezha's triumph, he had even witnessed it live back then.
“You're actually not angry?”
“What's there to be angry about? Isn't it just portraying the dragon clan as the villains? In your human storybooks, aren't there plenty of stories where humans are the villains? Do you feel offended by those?”
Ao Chen looked at Tyr in confusion. It was just a storybook, wasn't it? What was there to be angry about?
“Besides, do you really think a little brat who hasn't even awakened his past life's memories and power as the Spirit Pearl could actually chase after a Dragon King and beat him up?”
“Just with those magic treasures that old man Taiyi gave him? Why don't you have Taiyi try it himself and see if he can pull it off?”
Among the dragon clan, who among those crowned with the title of King isn't a Golden Immortal?
Taiyi Zhenren himself was only at this realm. A mere Nezha, who hadn't even become an immortal, wanted to trample the Dragon King and stir up the Eastern Sea?
Relying on those magic treasures Taiyi Zhenren gave him? Does the dragon clan look like they lack magic treasures?
Don't forget, in the First Epoch, which three races were the rulers of the world back then?
The top-tier magic treasures in the dragon clan's treasury were only more numerous, not fewer, than those of Taiyi Zhenren.
“Cultivation isn't just about fighting and killing. It's also about worldly wisdom and interpersonal relationships.”
Seeing Tyr's slightly dazed expression, Ao Chen stroked his whiskers and spoke.
Back then, the Dao Ancestor himself had handed down the order. What could they do? They just went along with the play.
Moreover, the dragon clan had also used that incident to wash away their killing karma, becoming one of the auspicious beasts of heaven and earth. Later, they even became the hereditary totem of the human imperial family. All things considered, they had actually profited.
“You've still got a lot to learn, kid. There's a lot of depth to this.”
Creak.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Ivelina walked in.
“Tyr, the ball is about to start. Hurry and come out.”
The social ball specially organized by the Marquis's mansion today was to formally bring Tyr into the nobles' field of vision, introducing his identity as the Marquis's son to all the nobles of the Marquisate of Lanier.
“Alright, Mother.”
Tyr set down the teacup in his hand and stood up. Ao Chen leaped onto Tyr's shoulder and lay down comfortably.
“Let's go, young man. Today, you're the star of the show.”
Walking out of the bedroom with Ivelina, the two of them headed toward the banquet hall.
Tyr had a tall and upright posture. His neatly tailored, matte black noble suit accentuated the lean, smooth lines of his shoulders and back.
The clear moonlight shone through the glass of the corridor onto Tyr, adding a touch of nobility and aloofness to his otherwise gentle features. He looked every bit the noble young master under the moon.
Ivelina, walking ahead, turned her head to look at Tyr behind her, a bright smile appearing on her face.
“Our Tyr has grown into quite a handsome young man. You'll probably charm a whole crowd of noble ladies tonight.”
Having inherited the best features of both Lanier and Ivelina, Tyr's appearance was naturally exceptional. Combined with his status as the Marquis's son, his debut today would undoubtedly make him the prince charming in the hearts of countless noble ladies in the Marquisate of Lanier.
“If you fancy anyone, Tyr, you must tell me. I can help propose the marriage for you!”
Ivelina placed her index finger to her lips and winked playfully.
“Mother, I have no intention of looking for a partner right now. At least, not before the family's Grand Election is over.”
The competition among the candidates of House Callis was fraught with danger. He had no time or energy to think about romance right now.
“Don't be so sure. I've been through this myself, you know. When true love arrives, it's not something you can just avoid even if you want to.”
Before meeting Lanier, Ivelina had thought about never marrying and just staying in the Holy City to accompany her father and mother.
But when she truly fell in love with Lanier, she couldn't even control her heartbeat in front of him.
“Perhaps.”
Tyr shrugged. Who could say for sure what the future held?
A moment later, Tyr and Ivelina arrived outside the banquet hall.
“My Lady, Young Master.”
Seeing the two arrive, the two knights at the door bowed respectfully first, then pulled open the doors of the banquet hall for them.
Tyr and Ivelina entered the banquet hall through the second-floor entrance. What met their eyes was a white viewing gallery, the floor covered with a snow-white velvet carpet.
The decoration of the entire banquet hall was extremely luxurious. The handrails of the gallery were inlaid with beautiful gemstones, several huge and magnificent glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and exquisite oil paintings adorned the walls on both sides.
Long tables were set up along both sides of the banquet hall, covered with white lace tablecloths and laden with expensive drinks, pastries, and food.
At this moment, the nobles in the banquet hall were holding wine glasses and chatting with one another, the sweet scent of champagne drifting through the air.
Lanier was currently surrounded by several Counts, conversing with them.
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