The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

People in the Qiankun Realm were early to bed and early to rise. Since Uncle Tian Hou was in charge of the meals, he went to bed even earlier. He washed up and went to sleep not long after returning home.

Chen Dong also prepared to go to sleep after washing up.

The bedroom was indeed decorated like a woman's room, with a large vanity, a pink silk quilt, and a faint fragrance in the air.

On the vanity, Chen Dong saw a photo of Uncle Tian Hou's daughter—a pretty girl. He had learned from his chat with Uncle Tian Hou that his daughter was only twenty-one this year and had already reached the Grandmaster Realm. She was one of the key talents being groomed by the Tian Family.

Whenever he spoke of his daughter, Tian Hou was the very picture of pride. The reason he worked so tirelessly managing the meals for the Tian Family disciples was to save up more Spirit Rice for her.

Long-term consumption of Spirit Rice could improve a Martial Artist's constitution, helping them break through to higher Realms.

But not long after lying down, Chen Dong found it impossible to sleep. His mind began to race, and he grew extremely agitated.

He had already been stirred up by Tian Qian earlier that day, and now the lingering scent of a young woman on the quilt made it impossible for him to calm down. 'If only Murong Qing were here,' he thought wistfully.

He immediately sat up and began circulating his True Qi.

He would have been better off not cultivating. The moment he started, it stimulated the Jiao Blood within him, making him even more restless.

Chen Dong wasn't one to normally indulge in such things, but at this moment, he was sorely tempted. However, he was in another man's daughter's bed. He forcibly suppressed the urge; the sense of guilt was too strong, and he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

So, he got up and left the small courtyard, hoping to cool off. He basked in the light of the two full moons for a while, but it had no effect. With his energy still surging, Chen Dong decided to wander through the Tian Family City and explore the places he hadn't been able to see during the day.

Meanwhile, in the Inner City of the Qiankun Realm's Central City, there was a collection of halls resembling an ancient Imperial Palace. This was the headquarters of the Military Suppression Department. Among these halls stood a particularly majestic one called Zhenwu Hall—the very heart of power for the Military Suppression Department, and indeed, the entire Qiankun Realm.

At this moment, ten figures stood at various positions within Zhenwu Hall. In the center of the hall lay the mangled corpse of a Flood Dragon.

An ancient voice spoke up. "We've searched for the Red-clothed Immortal of Jiangzhou to no avail. However, we have managed to collect the entire corpse of this Evil Flood Dragon. It's a shame about the Dragon-Trapping Chain at the bottom of the river, though. Even I personally was unable to retrieve it."

"If even Elder Liu couldn't retrieve it, then it is a true pity!"

Another ancient voice spoke, but this one was sharper, like that of an old woman.

Hearing this, Elder Liu snorted sarcastically. "If you want it so badly, Granny Lin, feel free to go try yourself!"

"I hardly have such strength. I was merely saying it's a shame!"

An ethereal voice drifted through the hall. "There is no need for further argument, you two. From this day forward, whoever can claim the Dragon-Trapping Chain may keep it. The appearance of the Red-clothed Immortal proves that one can indeed achieve immortality through cultivation. You are all advanced in years; what you seek is nothing more than long life. These useless squabbles are merely a waste of effort!"

The two elders who had been speaking bowed slightly with cupped hands.

"The Chang God Department is right!"

"We will heed the words of the Chang God Department!"

Just then, a rough voice boomed, "Enough with the nonsense! We were all called here to discuss how to divide this Evil Flood Dragon. Let's not waste everyone's time!"

An androgynous voice added, "The Pu God Department's words are always coarse, but his reasoning is sound. Let's hear everyone's thoughts on how to divide it."

For a moment, the hall fell silent. There was only one Flood Dragon, but there were ten figures. This was not going to be an easy division.

A pleasant yet cold female voice spoke, "The Dragon Heart belongs to me."

The voice that broke the silence plunged the hall back into it.

One of the figures who had been silent until now spoke urgently, "The essence of this Evil Flood Dragon lies in its Dragon Tendon, Dragon Blood, Dragon Heart, and Dragon Pearl! The Dragon Tendon is broken, so its value has plummeted. The Dragon Blood was drained by the Red-clothed Immortal, so that's gone too. As for the Dragon Pearl, we couldn't find it even after searching the entire lakebed. According to Cao Su, the Evil Flood Dragon never once used its Dragon Pearl in the fight, so it probably wasn't even on its body. And now you, Tian Sisi, open your mouth and demand the Dragon Heart? Impossible!"

The hall immediately erupted into a clamor.

"If the Tian God Department wants it, then just give it to her! What's so impossible about it? What are you shouting for, Elder Zhao!" Elder Liu was the first to roar in response.

"Sisi wants it, so the Tian Family naturally supports her," an old man said decisively. "If you think it's unfair, the Tian Family will withdraw from the division of this Flood Dragon entirely."

Granny Lin chimed in argumentatively, "Even if the Tian Family and the Tian God Department count as two shares, you can't just monopolize the most valuable part—the heart!"

"Exactly! If the Tian Family takes the best part, what's left for our Chen and Guo Families?"

In an instant, the hall descended into chaos, a jumble of voices all speaking at once.

The ten figures were clearly divided into four factions. Four of them, positioned in the center, did not join the argument: the Tian God Department, Tian Sisi, who had demanded the heart from the very start; the Chang God Department with the ethereal voice; the Pu God Department with the rough voice; and the Calamity God Department, who had not spoken a word from the beginning.

Among the six who were arguing, Elder Liu and the Tian Family formed one faction, the Chen and Guo Families formed another, and the Lin and Zhao Families each stood as their own.

Seeing them arguing so heatedly, the Pu God Department roared, "All of you, shut your traps! Your combined ages are over a thousand years, yet you're squabbling like this over a few paltry benefits. Have you no shame!"