strictlysupreme Chapter 528 The White Dragon Horse, Hooves Facing West
Chapter 528 The White Dragon Horse, Hooves Facing West
The Dragon King of the West Sea humbly replied:
"My third son, Ao Lie, is still young and has never left the Western Sea. Please forgive him."
“Ao Lie…”
Ao Lie, the Third Prince of the Western Sea!
That's the White Dragon Horse!
The white dragon horse has only recently hatched, and it was so frightened by its first meeting with its future Monkey King that it cried.
Yang Jiao looked at the wailing Little Dragon with a sheepish expression. Now, the five and a half members of Journey to the West were truly complete.
I've met the Western Golden Cicada.
Sun Wukong was born.
I've met Marshal Tianpeng and General Juanlian.
Even the white dragon horse appeared at this moment.
As for that half...
Yang Jiao glanced at the Six-Eared Macaque and decided to consider him, for the time being, a passerby on the journey to the West.
Seeing that Yang Jiao was still lost in thought, Sun Wukong tugged at the grass skirt still tied around his waist: "Sister?"
Yang Jiao then came to her senses.
"Oh right."
She took out a bottle of milk tablets, which floated in the seawater without any magical support.
"These are milk tablets that can slightly replenish spiritual energy. Where are the armors you all brought?"
The four Dragon Kings exchanged a glance and didn't hesitate.
He took out the most magnificent clothes from his Dragon Palace and laid them out in front of them.
Suddenly, the seabed shimmered with dazzling gold.
Despite the lack of spiritual energy across the land and a somewhat innate deficiency in physical constitution for cultivation, there are still many things worth mentioning.
Every single item is dazzling.
Sun Wukong was excited and about to grab it, but when he caught a glimpse of the weapon casually held by the Six-Eared Macaque, he took another step back.
Then, pushing and shoving Liu Er's back, he urged:
"You choose first, I'll take mine last."
The Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) was still huge and placed behind him, and the Six-Eared Macaque was also there to look after Sun Wukong.
Although the stone monkey is a stone monkey, its mind is more meticulous than anyone else's.
Fearing that the Six-Eared Macaque would settle for whatever weapon he liked, just like before, he added, "Choose what you like."
Although he had long coveted that particularly imposing outfit, he shifted his gaze away from it the moment the Six-Eared Macaque took his first step.
The Six-Eared Macaque thanked him softly, "Thank you, Wukong."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Sun Wukong waved his hands shyly.
The garments in front of me come in several colors.
The six-eared macaque's eyes swept over the area. Born in the primordial era, it had experienced too many instances where being conspicuous made it an easy target for other species to hunt and kill. Its instincts led it to choose the most inconspicuous approach.
Covered in dusty gray.
Sun Wukong immediately jumped out and pointed to the cloak that shimmered with golden scales: "Choose this one, it looks good."
The Six-Eared Macaque looked at the glittering golden armor and shook his head: "I still prefer this one."
Sun Wukong circled around and looked at the Six-Eared Macaque several times. "Really?"
"Really," the six-eared macaque confirmed.
A pale gray hue allows it to blend in seamlessly, making it the most inconspicuous element in any environment, thus enabling it to better conceal itself and survive.
Sun Wukong was still young, and no matter how observant he was, he couldn't have noticed such a deep level of understanding.
He jumped up and down excitedly, pointing to the coolest one and saying, "I want this one! This one! And this one too!"
The Dragon King of the West Sea's chainmail armor;
The Phoenix-Winged Purple-Gold Crown of the Dragon King of the South China Sea;
The Lotus Root Silk Cloud-Walking Shoes of the Dragon King of the North Sea.
Sun Wukong took it in his hand, tossed it into the air, and leaped up into the air.
Only a strip of leaf-like fabric remained floating on the seabed...
"Bring the Ruyi Jingu Bang!" Sun Wukong commanded.
The dragon seals engraved on the two golden hoops shone brightly, obeying orders.
Sun Wukong held his staff in one hand, and the phoenix-winged purple-gold crown on his head bound his two long tail feathers, making his fiery eyes between his brows appear exceptionally sharp; his golden armor gleamed with a hidden light, and a crimson dragon belt wrapped around his waist; his cloud-walking shoes had dark patterns running around his feet; and his crimson cloak fluttered behind him.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao was overwhelmed with emotion and murmured, "Great Sage..."
Sun Wukong showed no emotion, slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder, his eyes and brows radiating arrogance, and looked at Yang Jiao, asking:
"Sister, isn't it impressive?"
Impressive, isn't it... at least before you speak.
Yang Jiao glanced at the remaining garments, which were mostly ostentatious pendants, all embroidered with exaggerated dragon patterns.
She raised her hand to choose one.
The Dragon King of the West Sea immediately set aside Ao Lie, who had stopped crying, and stepped forward to strongly recommend him:
"Immortal, look at this set."
Yang Jiao looked over in that direction.
All that could be seen was the delightful pink armor beneath the West Sea Dragon King's fingers, covered with countless golden plates, layered densely and impenetrably. When his fingernails slid across it, they could even produce the melodious, crisp sound of dragon scales.
If this were worn by the Tongtian Sect Leader, and they saw it, they would probably slaughter the entire world to silence him.
It wasn't that she didn't want to have a quirky sense of humor; she simply didn't have the guts to try it.
Although Yang Jiao really wanted to see what the Tongtian Sect Leader looked like wearing that pink dragon scale armor.
"Fine, let's stick with this one."
She chose another outfit, one with a jet-black base.
The dragon pattern on it is dyed blue by underwater spiritual plants, which is flamboyant and noble but not too ostentatious.
The Dragon King of the West Sea shook his head regretfully: "This outfit is actually really beautiful."
These people didn't even have a choice; what a great color scheme!
But they are made from the scales shed by the rare pink dragons born in the Western Sea, so they are precious.
In the eyes of the Dragon King of the West Sea, this pink armor was much rarer than the golden chainmail that Sun Wukong had chosen.
"What a pity, what a pity."
He was still sighing when he turned his head and saw his three older brothers fighting over a piece of milk tea.
Dragon King of the South Sea: "The Phoenix Winged Purple Gold Crown is worth twenty pieces, isn't that a bit much?"
The Dragon King of the North Sea: "What's wrong with taking fifteen pieces of my Lotus Silk Cloud-Walking Shoes?"
The Dragon King of the East Sea said, “My Sea-Stabilizing Needle is the most precious of all, far surpassing any armor. If I, as the eldest brother, hadn’t told you, you would have nothing! I will take seventy, and the rest will be divided equally among the three of you, ten each. It’s fair and just.”
The Dragon King of the West Sea immediately became anxious and joined the ranks.
There are a hundred tablets in that bottle. When we get back, we'll distribute them to the little dragons in the Dragon Palace. Maybe they can build a good foundation from a young age and break through the shackles of dragon cultivation in the future.
The Dragon King of the West Sea said, "Brothers, don't fight over it. I'm the youngest, so let me have it."
Seeing this, Yang Jiao felt pity.
There are still quite a few people who are oppressed.
The Western religion on land, the dragon race in the water.
Just as the four Dragon Kings of the East Sea were about to fight outside the Dragon Palace, a huge wave suddenly rose from the seabed.
The coral reefs collapsed, creating a deafening roar.
Rumble.
Everyone was terrified and began searching for the source of the unrest.
Sun Wukong stood before Yang Jiao and the Six-Eared Macaque, his golden cudgel held horizontally, and said sternly:
"Hey! What kind of monster are you? Show yourself at once!"
No one responded.
But the eggshell that had been placed aside was now completely empty.
The Dragon King of the West Sea roared, his eyes blazing with fury: "Where is my Ao Lie?!"
The little dragon is the hope of the dragon race, and all four dragon kings have begun searching for it.
Before long, the Dragon King of the South Sea pointed to the reef and breathed a sigh of relief, shouting:
"There it is, that little brat Ao Lie!"
The Third Prince of the West Sea, Ao Yu, was holding a small dumpling that he had picked up from somewhere and licking it.
As he licked, the dragon's body grew larger and larger, and the waves on the seabed became more and more violent.
Ao Lie sniffed with his straight nose, finding the smell wonderful, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The Dragon King of the West Sea raised his hand to stop him and shouted:
"Don't pick up trash from the East China Sea to eat, my son!"
The Dragon King of the East Sea looked closely, slapped his thigh, and cried out in anguish even more than the Dragon King of the West Sea's son, who was scavenging and eating random things:
"Who told you to randomly pick up treasures from the East Sea? My Nine-Turn Golden Pill!"
In an instant,
The Dragon King of the West Sea fell silent.
Nine-Turn Golden Elixir? The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir refined by the Supreme Sage!
His eyes darted around, and looking at his furious older brother, he was overjoyed: Bringing the child to Donghai was the right decision!
With a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, Ao Lie's future prospects will surely be as the number one dragon of the underwater dragon race!
The Dragon King of the East Sea was so angry that white smoke billowed from his nose: "You little brat, spit it out for your uncle."
The Dragon King of the West Sea revealed his dragon form immediately, giving the other dragon kings no time to react. With a flick of his tail, he swept up Ao Lie, the third prince of the West Sea.
It moved with incredible speed, swimming towards the West Sea.
His excitement was undeniable, brimming with smugness as he gloated to his three dumbfounded older brothers:
"Hahahaha, my son Ao Lie is fortunate enough to have consumed the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. The future of the Dragon Clan rests on his shoulders!"
"My brothers could never become celestial beings in heaven in ten thousand years, but watch my son achieve that in the future!"